Fighting wasn’t working. Well, maybe it was. If anything his balls were even tighter now. His cock even more painfully hard. He focused on the sensations Dash was sending through his body.

“Your ass is so hot, so tight around me. I could fuck you like this all night, over and over. But I want your mouth again too. I want to feel your throat close around my cock. You loved giving yourself to me, letting me gag you with my cock, because you want me to own you.”

Thorne gasped. Searing heat raced down his spine.

“You’re so dirty. You love being taken like this, used like this, don’t you?”

“Fuck! I’m right there. I just can’t…”

“Does anyone else know what a cock slut you are?”

“Oh my fucking God!” Thorne’s orgasm seized his muscles, stole his ability to breathe as darkness closed in at the edges of his vision.

Dash kept driving into him, but he’d lost his steady rhythm. “Thorne. Oh, fuck. Thooooooorne!” Dash bucked against him, making Thorne’s body jerk one last time before he closed his eyes and all tension drained from him. He wondered if he could sink through the bed right to the floor.

Thorne whimpered when Dash pulled out and climbed off the bed, too exhausted to make a louder protest.

“Whoa.” Something in Dash’s voice made Thorne look over his shoulder. Dash swayed on his feet and had to grab the bed for support.

“Drop the damn condom on the floor and get in bed before you fall over.”

Dash did as he said and flopped down on his side. “I think I’m going to die. But I don’t care.”

“You’re dying? I’m fucking twice your age. I may actually be dead already.”

“You’re in great shape as far as I can see.”

Thorne pushed his sweaty hair off his face. “No one’s in good enough shape for what you just did to me.”

“That may be. I can’t even move.”

“You don’t need to. We’re never getting up again.”

Thorne pulled Dash to him, and Dash snuggled against his chest. “If you say one fucking word about how you thought I didn’t cuddle, I’ll put that plug up your ass next.”

“Ha!”

Thorne caressed Dash’s neck and the curve of his shoulder, and Dash let out a sleepy sigh.

“Stay the night?” Thorne asked.

Dash nodded, or at least Thorne thought he did. He was fading into sleep almost as fast as Dash was.

The next time Thorne became aware of his surroundings he realized he was sticky, stinky, and tangled up with another man. “Dash?”

Dash stretched and turned over. “What time is it?”