“Did you think I’d care that you lost it? Because I don’t. You just made me eager for round two. I loved watching you let go, feeling you shoot down my throat. I loved how you used me, that you took me at my word and believed I could take it that hard.”

Dash shuddered in his arms, and Thorne tightened his grip.

“You’re fucking perfect. You know that?”

“I…” Dash turned and kissed him. It wasn’t what Thorne was expecting. A light brush of lips might not have surprised him, but this was a full-on attack. Dash moved them until Thorne hit the wall at the back of the shower. He didn’t have time to be cold out of the water spray because Dash was all over him, thrusting against him, sucking at his neck, toying with his nipples. He gripped Thorne’s right thigh and lifted his leg, hooking it over Dash’s hip as if trying to get them as close as possible. His hand swept over Thorne’s ass, and Thorne jerked. He was overly sensitized and still feeling the loss of the plug.

“Turn around,” Dash growled against his ear.

Thorne didn’t consider protesting. He let Dash press him to the wall as he thrust against his ass, sliding his cock in the crack, the water making his movements easy.

“I want to be inside you right now.”

“Fuck.” The word was more groan than speech.

“I want to bend you over and wreck your ass. And I want you to beg for it.”

Holy shit. Whatever had unsettled Dash was gone, and the hot, dominating man Thorne had been crazy about was back.

Dash worked Thorne, his cock dragging over Thorne’s ass as he stretched Thorne’s arms up and pinned his hands. Suddenly he stepped back. “Fuck!” Dash’s voice was angry rather than sultry. “No condoms in here.”

Before Thorne could say there were some in the drawer of the vanity, Dash shut the water off. He grabbed Thorne’s arm and dragged him, out of the shower, dripping wet. “Bed. Now.”

Thorne couldn’t get there fast enough. “On your knees. Hands behind your back. I want to see you tied up again.”

“Yes, God yes.” Thorne wasn’t sure what had happened with Dash, but he didn’t care. Dash’s mood was way too hot to bother analyzing.

Thorne must not have moved fast enough, because Dash yanked his arms behind his back and wrapped the soft rope around his wrists. He didn’t tie it tight. It was more for show, but just the feel of it against his wrists had Thorne ready to beg. He couldn’t wait to have Dash fuck him hard, like it was punishment. He imagined Dash looking down at him, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, loving the sight of Thorne’s bound hands lying against the top of his ass.