Thorne reached under him and gave his cock a single stroke. “So fucking hard for me,” he murmured.

Dash bit down on his lower lip to keep from whimpering and begging for more.

“You will not come until I say so, understand?”

“Thorne.” Dash hated the whine in his voice.

Thorne laid a hand at the base of Dash’s spine. Firm pressure, nothing truly sexual, but as far as Dash was concerned, Thorne might as well be stroking his cock again.

“Please,” Dash begged, not even sure what he was asking.

“Relax.”

“Isn’t that my line?” Dash meant it to be humorous, but the words sounded desperate, confused.

“Tell me to stop if there’s anything you don’t like. Otherwise, relax and enjoy.” Thorne was utterly serious.

“O-okay.”

Thorne pulled Dash’s ass cheeks apart and groaned. The sound ran through Dash like a current, lighting up every part of him that wasn’t already restless.

“We’re taking this slow.” Thorne’s face was so close to his hole Dash could feel his breath there. He squirmed, trying to free himself, but Thorne dug his fingers into Dash’s ass.

Then he licked Dash’s hole; fucking licked it.

“Th-Thorne?”

“I said I was going to open you up.” His tone was calm, casual, not at all appropriate for what was happening.

“Oh my fucking God!”

Thorne circled Dash’s entrance with his tongue and then pushed at the tight muscle.

Dash jerked, the sensation beyond intense. Just the thought of Thorne rimming him could probably make him come. No client had ever done that.

“Breathe,” Thorne reminded him.

“Please.” Dash needed more, so much more.

“Please what?”

“Please. Your tongue. Fuck me.” He’d lost the ability to be coherent.

Thorne speared Dash’s ass. Pushing deeper, tongue splitting him open. Dash was going to come apart. He couldn’t hold back, couldn’t take it.

Thorne clamped a hand around the base of Dash’s shaft and squeezed hard, holding him back.

“Thorne!”

“Yes?” His voice was low, ridiculously calm.

“I need…”

“Yes?” The bastard laughed.

“Stop fucking around.”

“You don’t like this?”

“I fucking love it and you know that, but I’m going to lose my fucking mind if you don’t give me more,” Dash shouted.

“More? Okay.”

Thorne thrust his tongue back in and worked it in and out, getting Dash slicked up and ending all resistance.

“Fuck, Thorne. Fuck!”

Thorne squeezed Dash’s cock harder. “Not yet.”

Dash laid his head on his arms. He was dripping sweat and his whole body seemed to vibrate, his skin buzzing as if electrified. “Thorne?” He heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing. Thank fuck.

Thorne moved behind him again, but he didn’t enter him. Instead he lay over him, fitting his cock into the crack of Dash’s ass. “Turn over,” he said, right against Dash’s ear. “I want to see you when you come.”