Professional Distance Read Online Silvia Violet (Thorne and Dash #1)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Thorne and Dash Series by Silvia Violet
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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The lights dimmed.

“Well fuck me. What other tricks can you do?”

“The system responds to a limited amount of voice commands. I—”

“Like to control things,” Dash said.

“Are you always this fucking arrogant with clients?”

Dash laughed. “Only the special ones.”

Before Thorne could respond, Dash issued a command. “Get into position. I don’t want to wait any longer, and I don’t think you do either.”

Thorne sure as fuck didn’t. His ass felt empty after he’d worked so hard to stretch himself. Just thinking of the look on Dash’s face as he’d watched was enough to make him stumble. “Fuck!”

Dash caught him under the arm and supported him the last step of the way. “Thanks.” The word slipped out before Thorne could stop it. He hated how vulnerable he sounded.

“Always,” Dash said, whispering the word close to his ear.

Thorne turned and cupped Dash’s face. He almost never kissed men, especially ones he’d hired, but this time he wanted to. “Do you kiss?”

Dash smiled. “I love to, but I’d figured you for the type who didn’t.”

“I don’t,” Thorne said and kissed him.

Dash groaned and opened easily to Thorne’s questing tongue. God, his mouth felt good, slick and warm. Their tongues tangled, and the kiss grew wilder, harsher. Dash grabbed Thorne’s ass and hauled him up against his body, their cocks sliding along each other.

Thorne thrust against Dash, wanting to feel Dash’s cock rub against his. He couldn’t help himself; that thick, hard flesh was making him crazy. Dash pulled back and spun him to face the bed. He was so dizzy from the kiss and the sudden movement that he crashed to the bed, managing to catch himself on his arms. Slowly, he stretched out, sinking down, and letting the mattress hold him up.

Dash grabbed his hips and pulled him back. “I can’t have you humping the mattress when I’m determined to make this last as long as possible.”

“Holy fuck!”

“Yes, it will be.”

Thorne worked his hips, but his dick didn’t touch anything but air. He doubted he’d survive much longer, but rather than touching himself like he wanted to, he kept his arms stretched out over his head and held the comforter in a death grip. At this rate, he’d rip it to shreds before the night ended. Finally, Dash moved directly behind him and brushed Thorne’s hole with the tip of his cock.

Thorne squirmed, wanting to get away and take more at the same time.

“Mmm, so responsive,” Dash said. “This is going to be a lot of fun, isn’t it?”

“Stop fucking teasing me.”

“Oh, you don’t like teasing?” Dash teased his hole again. “You want me to give you this?”

“Yes, goddammit!”

Dash pushed in without warning, breaching the tight muscle and making Thorne cry out.

“Fucking bastard!”

Dash held still, he was only a little way inside, but Thorne already felt like he was being split in two.

“Breathe,” Dash encouraged.

Thorne wasn’t sure his lungs worked anymore, or maybe it was his brain that had gone wonky.

“Relax and breathe.” Dash ran his hands up and down Thorne’s back on either side of his spine. Eventually, the movement lulled Thorne, and once again, he sank into the mattress.

Dash pulled out and drove in again.

“Oh my fucking God!” Thorne yelled. He’d have sworn Dash was trying to put a telephone pole up his ass. “If that’s not all of it, I don’t think I can—”

“You’ll take it. Don’t worry.” Dash massaged him again, soothing, lulling. “Just relax and open up.”

Fuck that! He was about as open as he could get and not be torn apart.

Dash pulled back and then used slow, tiny strokes, mere pulses. At first it still hurt, but after a few seconds, Thorne needed “more!”

“All of it,” Dash said.

He pushed in slow but steady, gripping Thorne’s shoulders for leverage. “Push out.”

Thorne did, and fuck, fuck, fuck, Dash made it all the way in.

“See? I told you you’d take it all.”

“You’re killing me.” Thorne forced the words out through gritted teeth.

“No, you’ll live, but I might just ruin you for other men.”

Thorne groaned. “I think you already have.”

Dash massaged Thorne’s ass, his shoulders, and his back until he was like putty, putty with a pole up its ass.

When he started to move again, Thorne whined, an embarrassing sound. His cock had softened as he’d relaxed, but it hardened again after only a few of Dash’s slow strokes.

“Now let’s see if I can…” Dash’s words trailed off. He tilted Thorne’s hips and pushed in deeper.

Thorne’s body lit up. “Yes. Right there. Oh my God!”

“I found it.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” Thorne growled.

Dash kept going, fucking Thorne at the perfect angle. Thorne was coming apart. He was so fucking close, but he couldn’t get the friction he needed to go over.

“I need…” He couldn’t think. Words formed in his brain but didn’t reach his mouth. He was floating; the only thing real was Dash’s cock.


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