“Fuck,” he groans, matching my rhythm. “You look so good like this.”
My mouth falls open just as my fingers find my clit, and it takes every ounce of my self-control to keep from begging him to fuck me right here on this sauna bench.
“God, Grant,” I whimper instead. “It feels so good. So much better than before.”
It’s been so long that I’ve forgotten how easily I can lose myself in the moment, and how good a single touch can feel, even when it comes from my own hand.
“Yeah.” His voice is strained. “Seeing you turned on like this is driving me out of my fucking mind. You can do this. You are doing it. Just let go. Don’t stop until you come for me.”
My hips lift off the bench and my legs start to tremble as the sensations build higher and higher. His voice is low and rough and he’s still stroking himself, his forearm flexing as he speaks.
“I bet you’re soaking wet right now.” His breathing is getting harsher. “Show me. Let me see you.”
“Yes,” I gasp, taking my hand away just long enough to shove the scrap of fabric covering me down and out of the way. “You too. I want to see all of you.”
I’ve never been this bold in my whole life, never dared to tell a man exactly what I want. But Grant is already yanking his shorts down past his knees and pulling his cock free, and all I can think about is how much I need to feel that thick length inside me.
“This is all for you.” He wraps his hand around himself, pumping once. “Look at how hard you make me.”
My fingers are slick as I circle my clit faster. The smell of my own arousal fills my nostrils, blending with the scent of sweat and the muskiness from his workout. It’s a dizzying, intoxicating mix that’s pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m almost there,” I say out loud, barely able to believe this is happening after so many years of depriving myself. “Keep talking. Please don’t stop.”
“Fuck yes.” He pumps himself faster. “Come for me. I want to watch you fall apart. Say my name when you do.”
He’s breathing as hard as I am, his body tensed and coiled as he holds himself back, waiting for me.
“Grant, I’m so close.”
I barely recognize the sound of my own voice. It comes out as a broken, desperate moan, but I’m not embarrassed. I can’t even feel shame right now. All I can do is chase the intense sensation that’s building up, higher and hotter.
“Say it again.”
“I’m coming, Grant!”
“One more time.”
“Grant!”
His name echoes off the sauna walls, but my own cries and the loud rush of blood in my ears quickly drown it out. My thighs are trembling, and I can’t stop moaning as I ride the waves of pleasure.
Directly across from me, he’s coming too, his eyes half-closed, his body tense and his abs flexing as ropes of thick cum shoot out across his stomach and chest.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Our eyes lock for a moment, and I can’t believe what’s just happened.
Then Grant looks down at himself and shakes his head. I’m still trying to process what we’ve just done when he stands up and wipes the cum from his chest with a towel. Then he turns and does the same to the floor.
When he’s finished, he walks over and looks down at me. There’s still so much heat in his eyes, and I tip my head back as my lips part on their own.
His jaw tightens, and I watch his throat work as he swallows. For a long, agonizing moment, he doesn’t move at all. He just stands there, towering over me, his chest still rising and falling with each heavy breath. His hand flexes at his side, like he’s physically restraining himself from reaching out to me.
The air between us is still thick and charged, and I can tell from his expression that he’s fighting himself. Whatever he wants to do right now is at odds with the cool, walled-off image he likes to project.
His eyes drop to my lips, and for a breathless second, I think he’s going to kiss me. My heart stutters as he leans in—just barely, just enough that I can feel the shift in the air between us.
Should I close the distance? Do I wanthimto?
