Dash rocked forward, pushing into Thorne’s mouth. Thorne took him deeper, sucking, licking. Fuck, his jaw was going to pop if he took much more. He’d never had a man as thick as Dash.

“Enough,” Dash ordered.

Thorne was torn between seeing how far he could push Dash by defying him and obeying because the command in Dash’s voice had his dick hard as titanium. They might not have made it very far yet, but Thorne already knew he’d be engaging Dash for another round the following week. Hell, he’d like to have him back the next day. But no, once a week, that’s how he did things. Everything in his life had a place, and sex was for Friday nights.

His conscience laughed at him. You could be fucking someone every night if you’d get over hiding who you are and being afraid of a relationship.

Fuck off. Things are much better this way.

At least you take that stick out of your ass and put a cock in it on occasion. Or a dildo.

Dash pushed at Thorne’s shoulders. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

“That good, am I?”

Dash glared at him, but he could see the humor Dash was trying to mask. “You’ll do,” he responded; then he gestured toward the lube and condom that Thorne had set on the floor.

Thorne ripped the condom pack open and rolled it onto Dash’s dick, fighting the urge to rush. Then he drizzled lube over him and stroked him a few times to rub it in.

“Now strip and lube your ass,” Dash said.

“I already told you I don’t take orders.” Thorne’s protest sounded weak even to him. Thank God he spoke to his clients with more authority in his voice.

“You’ve been doing a damn fine job taking them so far.”

He refused to acknowledge that Dash was right, but he stood and did exactly what Dash had told him to do. He didn’t take his time like Dash had, though. He pulled his shirt from his pants, made quick work of the buttons, then slipped off his cufflinks and laid them on the coffee table. As soon as he was naked from the waist up, he pushed his pants and boxer briefs to the floor, stepped out of them, and bent to deal with his socks.

“Allow me.”

Suddenly, Dash was on his knees in front of Thorne. He hadn’t expected that. Not with the I-know-you-want-a-dom attitude. Dash tapped one of Thorne’s legs, and he lifted it so Dash could take off his sock. He kissed Thorne on the inside of his ankle, and that mere brush of Dash’s lips made him shudder.