“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” I say, voice rough.
“You didn’t,” the one doing the touching says, not looking away.“There’s room.”
His partner opens his eyes, and even through the fogged glass, I can make out hooded, flashing irises pinning me in place.
“Only if he wants to.”
And God help me, Ido.
Without another thought, I strip off my shirt.It’s already soaked through from the heat.My skin feels like it’s humming under their attention.Stepping into the glass enclosure, I drop onto the lower bench, just a few feet away.Close enough to feel the steam off their skin.
The man on top—dark hair, solid frame—reaches out, fingers brushing my knee.His touch isn’t forceful, just resting his hand there like an open invitation.
“You watching or joining?”
I meet his eyes.“Maybe both.”
His mouth curves.“Good.”
And then I’m pulled into it.Heat and skin and mouths, the three of us tangled in the kind of contact that erases thought.Hands slide.Tongues meet.I taste one, then the other, then both at once as they trade kisses with me like we’re passing secrets.
The steam curls around us, and I lose track of whose hand is where.But I don’t care.All I know is that I’m not just watching anymore.I’m driven by pure instinct to get closer, to feel more, and to give more.
The man with the dark hair pulls me up to the top bench, into their heat.Sweat slicks over our skin, every inch of contact hot and sliding.The other man—leaner, and sharp-jawed—shifts closer, his thigh pressing hard against mine.He smells like salt and eucalyptus, and his eyes lock on my mouth like he’s deciding whether to kiss me or eat me alive.I don’t really care which he chooses, as long as his mouth is on me.
Dark Hair doesn’t give him the chance.His hand fists in my hair and pulls me into a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth, needy and unfiltered.My head spins from the combination of heat, scent, and the solid weight of him pressing me back against the wet tile.
Leaner brushes my knee, slow, deliberate, before his fingers slip higher—testing, coaxing, daring me not to flinch.I don’t because I want this so badly.
“You’re tense,” he murmurs, mouth grazing my jaw.“Let’s fix that.”
They work me over like they’ve done this before, like they know exactly how to play someone between them, which just makes me burn hotter.Dark Hair takes my mouth, holding me still while Leaner’s hands roam with no hurry, exploring like every inch of me is worth mapping.
The steam makes everything feel close and intimate.Every breath is shared.Every sound is amplified.
Leaner’s lips find my throat, and he sucks my sweaty skin.Dark Hair shifts, one big hand gripping my hip as the other slides low, bold enough to draw a sharp breath out of me.
“You like that,” Dark Hair says, voice low and satisfied.
I don’t answer.I don’t have to.Because they both feel the way my body has stopped resisting and started leaning in.
Leaner’s mouth curves against my neck.“Good.Then let’s see how far we can take you.”
Dark Hair’s mouth drags from mine to my chest, teeth grazing, tongue following, while Leaner slides down in front of me.The steam swirls thick around us, making the air taste like salt and heat.
“Let him,” Dark Hair murmurs in my ear, holding me still, his grip firm on my shoulders.“Let him see how good you can be.”
Leaner’s hands bracket my thighs, urging them wider, his eyes locked on mine even as his mouth lowers.He wants me to see how much he enjoys it.The first slick pull of him makes me jolt, a needy sound catching in my throat.Dark Hair feels it, his own breath roughening as he presses harder against my back, hips nudging me forward.
“Fuck—” It comes out raw.
Leaner takes his time, working me with an almost lazy precision, tongue circling before sinking deep again, each motion deliberate and maddening.Dark Hair keeps me anchored, his lips at my ear, whispering filth between sharp kisses to my neck.
“You’re shaking,” he says, like it’s something he’s proud of.
The heat’s unbearable, made hotter by the steam, slick skin, their mouths, their hands.Dark Hair slides one palm down over my stomach, his thumb stroking slow, dangerous arcs until I can’t tell which of them is going to undo me first.
Leaner hums low, the vibration sending sparks through my legs.Dark Hair’s voice dips lower.“Don’t fight it.Give it to him.”
