Page 78 of Gym With Benefits

"Come on my hand, Jess. Let me feel it," he grunted, his upper body bracing as he increased the depth of his penetration, stretching my walls to their absolute limit.

A sharp click cut through the hiss of the steam and our hands stopped moving.

The door swung open, cutting a brief, rectangular hole through the white mist. A tall silhouette stepped in, the door closing behind him to seal the perimeter once more. Dane’s eyes cut straight through the vapor to lock onto us.

“Just who I was looking for.”

32

Brock

The cedar wall felt warm and slightly rough against the small of my back as the vapor condensed into thick beads over my collarbone. Jess froze, her small hand clamping tight around the middle of my cock, her knuckles locked right at the thickest part of the shaft.

Dane stepped deeper into the enclosure, his expensive leather gym bag clattering onto the slatted wooden bench by the door. The white cloud parted around his broad shoulders like water around a boulder. He looked different than Hunter did in the boutique. Hunter and I possessed thirty years of shared history; we knew exactly where the boundaries lay without asking. Dane operated on a separate, corporate frequency. There was no childhood shorthand here, but the simple, unblinking focus in his blue eyes signaled a mutual understanding that didn’t require a speech.

A protective arm wrapped around Jess’s waist, pulling her bare hips tight against my thigh.

"You're not gonna hit me again, are you? I'm kinda vulnerable over here," the words broke the quiet, my voice sounding deep and slightly gravelly against the hiss of the steam mechanism in the corner.

Dane’s gaze flicked downward, landing square on my raging hard-on gripped firmly in her palm. A slow, knowing smirk touched the corner of his mouth. "Don't stop on my account."

The instruction broke her paralysis. Jess’s fingers loosened just enough to allow a slow, firm stroke, her palm sliding up the velvet skin to smear the thick drop of pre-cum over the dark purple head. I grunted despite my best efforts to play it cool. The friction of her against my length felt incredible in the heat, the eucalyptus vapor making every nerve ending twice as sensitive.

Dane reached down, his hand rubbing over the front of his shorts, tracking the thick, stiff ridge forming beneath the mesh fabric. He watched her hand move on my shaft, his breathing flattening into a steady, intense rhythm that matched the sound of the nozzle.

"You're just gonna stand there while she jerks you off?" Dane asked, his voice a low challenge that carried zero hesitation.

The permission lay right there in his stare, clear and solid. My head turned, my mouth crashing down onto Jess’s lips to crush her gasp in a passionate, soaking wet kiss. At the same instant, my right hand slid down between her thighs, my middle and index fingers driving straight into her dripping pussy. She was soaked, the slick cream of her arousal coating my knuckles in a thick, hot lubrication that made the entry effortless.

Beside us, the faint rustle of nylon and the snap of elastic signaled Dane getting rid of his clothes. The shorts hit the cedar bench with a dull thud.

This was really happening. Jess’s entire body burned like an oven under my hands, her internal muscles clenching hard around my buried fingers in tight, rhythmic spasms. She wanted this. The realization hammered through my own skull as her tongue tangled with mine. This was exactly what she wantedfrom the start—to be taken totally, with all the polite rules stripped away by the men who claimed her.

The heat from Dane’s chest hit the back of Jess’s shoulders as he closed the distance, sandwiching her slight body tightly against my front. The scent of rain and masculine heat rolled off him, cutting through the thick eucalyptus cloud. His lips pressed into the curve of her neck, dragging downward to trace her collarbone while his hands embarked on a swift, possessive exploration of her ribs and hips.

My thumb maintained a steady, slippery circle over her swollen clit, the friction generating a hiss that competed with the steam nozzle.

Beneath my hand, Dane’s long fingers dipped between her thighs, sliding past my knuckles to thrust deep into her dripping pussy. Jess let out a high-pitched, broken cry against my collarbone, her internal walls clamping down around our combined intrusion. Dane pulled his fingers free, collecting the slick cream of her arousal. He reached lower, smoothing the hot lubrication directly over the tight pucker of her asshole.

Unfiltered pleasure crossed Jess’s face the exact microsecond his thumb traced that rim, her eyelids fluttering shut as an intense blush stained her chest. Seeing this raw, unvarnished hunger for our touch made my own cock twitch violently in her grasp.

Dane’s hand reached around her hip, his fingers closing into a firm grip around Jess’s wrist—the hand that remained frozen on my shaft.

"Put it in," Dane muttered, his breath hitching against her skin.

Jess whimpered, overcome with a desperate, primitive horniness that turned her limbs to water. Her body shook with a total surrender to the moment. My hands locked onto her waist,lifting her bare feet clean off the cedar floorboards to impale her directly onto my erect length.

The initial stretch made her gasp, her pussy adjusting to my width with a tight, clenching resistance.

"That's it. Hold her steady," Dane grunted from behind.

His thumbs dug into the flesh of her ass cheeks, exposing the tight opening. He aligned his head and slowly, meticulously slid his cock into her asshole. The dual pressure inside her pelvic floor made Jess’s eyes blow wide open, her pupils expanding to near-black with pure arousal. When his tip fully breached the tight sphincter, Dane paused, checking his momentum. He dropped his head to bite gently on her earlobe.

"Is this okay, babe?" he whispered, his tone dropping the corporate mask entirely.

Jess nodded, her breath coming in a sequence of quick, shallow puffs. "Keep going. Please, Dane. I want all of it."

The double penetration hit her like an electrical surge. She hung between us, a trembling, quaking mess of heat and skin. The structural mechanics required absolute balance; Dane and I each kept one hand locked onto Jess’s hips, while our free arms shot out to grab the brass robe hooks on the cedar wall to maintain our footing on the damp slats.