Thorne realized his mouth was literally hanging open. He shut it quickly, but he couldn’t resist licking his lips. Dash’s smile said he knew just how stunning he looked standing there in nothing but a pair of bright red and black Andrew Christian briefs that framed his cock and showed off just how sizable it was. Thorne was going to be feeling it for quite some time if Dash used him as thoroughly as Thorne wanted him to.

Dash tugged at his briefs until his cock bobbed free. It was as thick as it had looked tucked inside the stretchy fabric, maybe more so.

“Lube and condoms are in the bag. Get me ready,” Dash ordered.

Fuck. Thorne’s cock jumped at the command in Dash’s voice. But he stood his ground. This was not how things were supposed to go.

“I like to be fucked, but I’m no submissive.”

Dash glanced at Thorne’s crotch. “Your cock seems to disagree.”

“You’re gorgeous and naked and sex with you is a sure thing. Of course I’m hard.”

Dash raised a brow. “Play along. Say no anytime, but I think you’ll like what I’m offering.”

He did like it, and he resented Dash for knowing that. Without saying a word, he walked over to where Dash had dropped his bag, opened it, and started to look through it. Wow, Dash had quite an interesting collection of dildos, butt plugs, and…rope, the same bright red shade as his briefs.

“Front pocket,” Dash said.

Thorne located the necessary items. Then he walked back to Dash and held them out.

Dash shook his head. “No, I told you to get me ready.”

Thorne sank to his knees, giving in to his need to taste Dash first. He could have rolled the condom on, slicked him up, dropped his pants, and offered his ass. That’s exactly what he’d have done with Marc. No, with Marc he’d have told him to lube his own damn dick and then get Thorne ready. Why was everything so different with Dash? Thorne hated change, at least he usually did.

Dash sucked in his breath when Thorne wrapped a hand around his cock. Thorne would swear the sound was utterly unaffected, but Dash was a professional—pretending he was as into it was his job. Thorne licked at the broad head of Dash’s cock. God, this monster would stretch his ass so good. The taste of Dash’s precum had him wanting more, so he dipped his tongue into the slit. Dash’s hands came down on his shoulders, his grip tight. Thorne nearly convinced himself Dash was as desperate for more as he was himself. He took Dash’s shaft into his mouth, sucking while teasing his balls, rolling them in one hand and using the other to steady himself on Dash’s firm thigh.