Dash yanked on Thorne’s hips, and Thorne slipped, pressing his face into the back of the couch. He had no intention of moving and then Dash drove in, jolting and making him rise up. “Oh my fucking God!”

“There we go,” Dash said.

As Dash once again slid over his prostate, Thorne realized he just might come again after all. But he no longer thought that would be so bad.

Dash pistoned into him, never seeming to tire, pushing him closer and closer to another orgasm. He’d never come twice that close together, not even in his teens, but now… Holy God!

“Dash?” His voice shook.

“You close?”

“I…”

Dash leaned down, his breath warm against Thorne’s ear. “Tell me what to do to make you go over.”

Did he want to do that? Did he want Dash to win? Fuck, yes he did. “My neck. Bite it. Suck. Mark me.”

“Mmm. My pleasure.” Dash jacked Thorne’s cock as he sank his teeth into the juncture of Thorne’s neck and shoulder.

“So close! So…” Dash sucked at the wound on his neck. “Fuck!”

That was all it took. The intensity of his release shocked him, and he shouted loud enough to bring the building down. Dash was right behind him.

The two of them collapsed against the couch, sweaty and spent.

CHAPTER SIX

“God, you’re hot,” Dash said, breath catching on each word.

Thorne tried to speak but decided it was too much effort.

Dash rose off Thorne’s back. “I need to get rid of the condom. Brace yourself.”

Thorne winced when Dash pulled out.

“You okay? I got kinda rough.”

That was an understatement. “I fucking loved it.”

Dash walked away for a few seconds. Thorne hadn’t moved when he came back.

Dash skimmed the tips of his fingers over the now throbbing bite on Thorne’s shoulder. “That was hot and unexpected.”

“So I like to be bitten. It’s not all that unusual.”

“No, but still unexpected for you.”

Thorne forced himself to turn over so he could prop himself against the arm of the couch and look at Dash. “I wear suits. No one’s going to see it.”

“But you’ll feel it. Just like the plug. Anticipation.”

“For next week?” Once again, Thorne felt overexposed. He wasn’t comfortable with how much he wanted Dash, and he sure as hell didn’t want Dash seeing through him.

Dash spread the blanket back out before settling on the couch next to Thorne. “You know, you might consider getting a slip cover for this couch if you enjoy fucking on it so much.”

“I’ve never…” Heat filled Thorne’s face. He hadn’t wanted to admit that he’d never even been tempted to fuck on the couch with anyone else. He’d always been content to walk the thirty or so feet to the bedroom. “You’re right. I should probably order one.”