“Fuck me, Dash. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“I do mean it. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel it all week.”

“Do it. I’m ready for you. I don’t need anything but your cock.”

He was glad Dash had used the plug on him earlier, because he was way too impatient for prep. He needed Dash’s cock as fast as he could get it.

He heard Dash ripping open a condom. Seconds later, Dash was there, the tip of his cock brushing Thorne’s hole. With no warning, he pushed in, hard and fast, not stopping until his balls slapped Thorne’s ass.

“Bastard!” Thorne shouted. He was too full. He was going to come apart. He struggled, trying to escape, but Dash pinned him down, lacing his fingers through Thorne’s and driving his hands back down.

“Take it,” Dash demanded.

He pulled out, then thrust deep again. His cock went in easier this time. After a few more strokes, pleasure surpassed pain, and Thorne quit fighting. Instead, he pushed back against Dash until their bodies were slamming together. It was all Thorne could do to keep his feet under him.

Dash knew just what he needed, driving in at the perfect angle to stimulate his prostate, but Dash wouldn’t let go of him so he could jerk himself off. He was going fucking insane without any friction on his dick. He bucked, trying to throw Dash off him. “Goddamn it, let me go or wrap your fucking hand around my cock right fucking now.”

Dash laughed. “No touching. You’re going to come without it.”

“I can’t. I’ve never—”

“You will tonight.”

“The fuck I will.” Thorne worked his way out of the ropes and tried to elbow Dash in the ribs, but Dash held on. He was even stronger than he looked.

“I made you come twice last week when you thought you couldn’t.”

“This is not the same.”

“No, it’s not. I’m going to fuck you, and you’re gonna come because you’re a slut for my cock. Because all you need to make you come is me stretching your ass.”

Thorne reached under himself and grabbed his cock. He wasn’t waiting another second.

Dash slapped his ass. Hard. Thorne gasped.

“Ah, is that what you need? A spanking?”

“No!” Thorne wasn’t about to admit how fucking good it had felt, how the sting made his cock even harder. He stretched his arms up and gripped the sheets. “I’m so fucking close. Just put your fucking hand on my cock.”

“No.” Dash’s voice was obnoxiously calm. Thorne wanted to punch him, but he wanted to come even more.

“Dash! I’m—”

“Give yourself a chance. Concentrate on how good my cock feels.”