Eli turned his head to face me. His eyes searched mine before dropping to my lips for a fleeting moment. “That’s all,” he said, seemingly agreeing with me.
“Is that why you were working out so hard out there?” I asked and nudged him with a shoulder.
A bare shoulder.
Skin touched dewy skin. I sucked in a breath. Sparks went off in my vision. It took everything in me not to rip off my towel and push him down on the bench, locking my lips with his and feeling more than just our shoulders rubbing together.
Eli laughed, although it sounded strained. “No, it’s because I wanted to get a good pump on.”
“A pump, huh?”
“Mhmm.”
“How often do you pump up?”
“I dunno.” Eli shrugged. “Six times a week?’
“Damn, not bad. What’s the highest number of pumps you got in a day?”
“Huh? Two, I guess. I don’t like going to the gym more than… You’re such a dumbass.”
Ah, he must have figured out what I was insinuating. I laughed and slapped his thigh, but I didn’t take my hand off. I squeezed his muscle and heard a tiny groan escape from his throat. He must have tried to swallow it down. “I think my record is five in one day.”
There was an impressed “huh,” followed by a brief pause. “Three,” Eli said. I could see him getting red, although maybe that was from the heat. “For me.”
“Three, huh? Interesting. And have you pumped already today?”
Eli gave me a nod. “Three times.”
“Oh,” I said. My eyebrows drew up my forehead.
“I’ve been worked up.” He almost sounded apologetic.
“Really? That’s fucking hot,” I said, and I moved my hand higher, my fingers slipping under the towel. He didn’t move away. “Want to try and beat your record, then?”
I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down. He didn’t answer me with words; instead, he spread his legs a little wider. The towel twitched. He was hard, same as I was. I moved my hand higher up his leg, rubbing him, massaging him. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes. The door was shut, and the steam created a thick curtain that made it impossible to see inside.
But if someone opened it…
Fuck it. I wanted Eli so fucking bad. The fact that I could feel the heat of his pulsing, hard cock against my hand made me absolutely feral. And that was saying a lot for someone who had the instincts of a wolf. I reached for him, gripping him firmly in my hand, stillunderneath the towel. Eli’s groan was louder this time. His cock was rock hard and warm in my hand. I teased the tip with my thumb, feeling him already dripping wet for me.
I leaned close to him as I began stroking him. “Like that?”
“Mhmm, I do.”
“Yeah?” I couldn’t help but nip at his throat. He seemed to like it, tilting his head so more of him was exposed. I could see the pulsing of his carotid artery, blood pounding through him. I sucked on his neck, licking him, tasting his sweat and his skin and his sex. It was just as exquisite as his scent.
Eli’s arm crossed over mine. He rubbed my knee while he moaned. His towel fell open. I looked down at an absolutely beautiful fucking cock. If there was ever aMona Lisafor dick, it would be Eli’s.
It was perfect. Thick, long, perfect pink head, a sexy bush, and a beautiful set of tightening balls.
“Fuck, you have such a nice dick.”
“Thanks,” Eli said as he tugged on the edge of my towel. “Now, let me see yours.”
“You can do more than just see it,” I said before opening the towel. Eli gave another little moan that had me rolling my eyes. His sounds were so fucking hot. I wanted to turn him into a whimpering, begging mess, pleading with me to let him come.
Eli’s hand wrapped around my shaft. I leaned back. Our arms were crossed, both our dicks in our hands. This was bliss. The hot steam further relaxed every muscle in my body, down to my damn toes. I gave a thrust up into Eli’s fist. Eli quickened his strokes, and I matched his pace. I pressed my leg against him, but that wasn’t enough, so I lifted my leg and rested it on his.
