Dash kept going, fucking Thorne at the perfect angle. Thorne was coming apart. He was so fucking close, but he couldn’t get the friction he needed to go over.

“I need…” He couldn’t think. Words formed in his brain but didn’t reach his mouth. He was floating; the only thing real was Dash’s cock.

“What do you need?” Dash asked.

“Please!”

“Tell me, Mr. Shipton.”

“Thorne.” There. His voice did work. At least for a one-word answer.

“What?”

“Call. Me. Thorne.”

“What do you need, Thorne?”

Thorne gave up trying to say it. He let go of the comforter. His hand was nearly too cramped to work, but somehow he’d have to force it, because if he didn’t get some friction on his cock soon, he was going to lose his fucking mind.

When he reached under his body, Dash grabbed his hand and yanked it out to the side.

“No!” Thorne shouted. “Need to come. Now!”

“Oh, you want to come?”

“Fuck you!” Thorne struggled, trying to free his hand from Dash’s grip.

“No need to be rude. All you have to do is ask.” Dash wrapped a hand around Thorne’s cock.

Thorne gasped. He was so fucking sensitive now. He gripped the comforter again as Dash worked him. He thrust into Dash’s fist and back onto his dick, desperate for release.

“Yes,” Dash encouraged him. “Take what you want. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

Thorne cried out as he came, the orgasm hitting him so hard the world dimmed. He fought for air as he shot over and over, and Dash kept jerking him off.

When he was done, he collapsed against the comforter, drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted.

Dash let go of his cock and leaned over him, putting his hands on top of Thorne’s. “My turn.”

He fucked Thorne hard, fast, but still with finesse, keeping his rhythm steady until he cried out Thorne’s name. His fucking name. Did he plan that?

Dash jerked his hips against Thorne’s as his orgasm seemed to consume him and then it was all over. Thorne would have to go back to the real world where there weren’t any brazen rent boys, only fucking demanding clients.

He let out a long breath, deciding a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt. He didn’t push Dash off like he might have. They lay there, Dash draped over him, their bodies slick against each other, their breathing heavy.

Dash kissed his neck, his back, each vertebra. Then slowly, he rose and pulled out.

Thorne gasped. “Wow, that’s…wow.” Thank God he wouldn’t be sitting on any hard conference room chairs tomorrow.

“All you’d hoped for?”

“More.” Thorne immediately wished he could take that back. He felt more exposed with that admission than he had with his ass spread for Dash.

“Good.” Dash leaned down and kissed each of his ass cheeks. “I aim to please.”