LILAH
“Uh…”It wasn’t the most eloquent statement, but what could I say? I’d barely gotten used to being naked with one guy in bed. Seeing two perfect male specimens in all their naked glory, sweating it out on towels in the sauna, was more than my previously puritanical mind could process.
If I’d expected them to be equally shocked by my appearance, I was about to be disappointed, because they just sat there with twin lazy smiles on their ridiculously handsome faces.
The benches in the sauna created a U, and they’d each taken up residence on one of the long sides, leaving only the middle vacant.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Nolan said. “Come on in. We got it all warmed up for you.”
“Um… that’s okay, I’ll just…” I turned to go, then heard Jude’s voice behind me.
“We’re not going to bite, boss.” I turned around in time to see him grin. “Not unless you want us to anyway.”
I don’t know if it was the promise in his voice or my desire to prove they couldn’t scare me that made me turn around, but Iwalked away from the door and took a seat on the bench between them.
All the confidence I’d felt looking in the mirror disappeared. I was suddenly nostalgic for Jude’s basketball shorts and tank top (not that the white tank top was much better than the skimpy bikini top), or at least one of the towels stacked on a shelf outside the sauna.
The insecurity was all my own. Jude’s eyes roamed my body appreciatively, and Nolan’s gaze was hungry as he stared at me through hooded eyelids.
I tried to lean back and relax, but putting my arms on the upper bench behind me only made my tits jut out, and that seemed like a bad idea given the lust simmering under my skin and the heated gazes of my two sauna companions.
“How was your workout, sweetheart?” Nolan’s voice was casual, but I couldn’t help noticing his dick was now hard and jutting between his thighs.
I almost couldn’t blame myself for getting wet. I knew what it felt like to be fucked by him, to feel the push of his cock though the swollen folds of my needy pussy.
Shit.
“Um, good.” Why did I sound breathless? “It was good.”
I tried to focus on his face, but that didn’t seem any safer than his dick when his face was so perfect. I turned to Jude, looking for relief, and immediately regretted it when I saw that he had a hand wrapped around the base of his erect cock.
I should have looked away, but I was mesmerized by the sight of it, long and wide and perfectly formed, in the palm of his hand, and even more so when he started stroking, moving up the shaft in one long stroke, his thick head emerging from his palm on the downstroke.
“You okay, boss?” His eyes had turned into a molten shade of brown. “You’re breathing a little heavy.”
Was I?
Nolan stood and took the three steps it took to cross the sauna to my seat on the bench.
“Jude’s right,” he said, sitting next to me. “Let me feel your pulse.”
He laid two fingers against my neck, and if I hadn’t already been hot from the temperature in the sauna, the touch of his fingers against my skin while he sat naked next to me and Jude stroked his dick would have been enough to dial my body heat up more than a few degrees.
“Definitely running a bit fast,” Nolan said. “Feeling anxious about anything?”
“Um, nope,” I lied. “I’m good.”
His hand slid to one of my tits. “Maybe you’re just a little excited because Jude’s getting himself off over there.”
I didn’t say anything (save me, Lord, from lying lips and from deceitful tongues), but the truth was, I was excited by what Jude was doing, and that was as big a sin as lying about the fact that my thighs were slick with the desire that had rushed to my cunt.
“That right, boss?” Jude asked. “You getting wet?”
Luckily, I was prevented from answering when Nolan pulled my top down, closed one warm palm around one of my tits, and leaned in to kiss me.
His tongue pushed between my lips with the same urgency already building in my bones and I moaned as he thumbed my nipple while sweeping my mouth with fevered strokes of his tongue.
“Fuck.”