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“That sounds way better than paying someone to whip me.”
“They say in the right hands, pain can be euphoric,” he murmured in my ear before tugging open a door, a cloud of steam whooshing out.
And just like that, a little BDSM was suddenly worth exploring. If anyone else suggested it, I wouldnothave been ok with the idea, but Misha made everything seem more appealing. Maybe because I knew I could trust him—at least in the bedroom. Aside from his obsession with consent, he’d made his point once before; if he wanted to have sex with me, he could have and I knew I wouldn’t have been able to fend him off. And if he hadn’t pressed his advantage before, even when I was drunk and willing, I knew he wouldn’t suddenly turn into a sadist.
Clearing my throat, I tried to discreetly smooth my dick down under the towel but it was kind of impossible. Seeing Misha in the locker room had started things flowing and one little whisper was all it took to finish the job. Thank God we were walking into a fairly dark, hazy room.
By some small miracle, it was empty.
Misha went over to the center and scooped up a ladle of water from a bucket, pouring it on the pile of rocks. The water hissed and evaporated instantly.
If I was sweating in the hallway, I didn’t know what the hell I was doinginsidethe steam room. Melting like a Dali clock? The second I sat on the cedar bench, trying to breathe through the heat and humidity, it felt like perspiration flooded through every single pore on my body. Pain might have been euphoric but what about heatstroke? Did that have some sexy hidden meaning to help get me through?
Misha sat on the bench next to me and leaned back, closing his eyes. His legs spread into a comfortable position until his knee came to a stop, touching mine. A happy accident or planned? I couldn’t be sure. Frankly, I didn’t care.
After a minute of sitting in silence, he reached out and tapped my forearm.
“You’re supposed to relax,” said the picture of relaxation versus me, some schmuck trying not to suffocate on air.
“Your eyes are closed. How do you know I’m not relaxing?”
He cracked an eye and looked at me. “I can feel the tension all the way over here.”
“All the way.” I scoffed, nudging his knee with mine. “You act like you’re on the other side of the room.”
“I may as well be. It’s not like we can make the most of this situation.”
“You mean being practically naked? All alone in a dark room?”
He opened both eyes and gave me a smirk. “Exactly. Do you know how hard it is to sit over here and not touch you, knowing you’re naked under that towel?”
I slid closer, leaning in like I was going to kiss him. Veering to the side at the last second, I traced the shell of his ear with my tongue, whispering, “How hard?”
“Very.” He turned his face toward mine and licked his lips, looking at me like I was a prime rib and he hadn’t eaten in a month.
Moving a fraction of an inch closer, I smiled softly while my fingers crept up the inside of his thigh, beneath the towel.
He bit his lip and stole a glance at the door. Even if someone walked in right at that moment, the amount of steam in the air was bound to buy us some time.
“Seems like a wasted opportunity,” I said, skimming my fingers along the length of his cock and down to his balls, squeezing them just enough to make him groan. Hewashard. Fucking rock hard. And hung. Shit, no wonder he’d been trying to keep it a secret.
“You’re going to get us in so much trouble,” Misha breathed, rocking his hips, trying to thrust into my hand.
I circled my thumb around the head of his cock, expecting to collect the pre-cum I knew had to be there. Instead, soft, velvety foreskin slipped beneath my fingers.Christ, he was uncut too.I wanted to drop to my knees right there and rip his towel off, to see everything I’d been fantasizing about since I first laid eyes on him.
“Stand up,” he said. “I have an idea.”
If it involved his dick, I wasn’t about to argue. I was on my feet in a flash, watching eagerly as he stood and peeled his towel open, letting it fall to the bench behind him.
“Fuck, Misha.” I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that but the awe was probably plastered on my face anyway. Gorgeous didn’t begin to cover how amazing he looked. The glimpse in the locker room, seeing him half-naked at his apartment? They were teasers, mere appetizers to the gloriousness of the main course. Seeing him directly in front of me without a stitch of clothing on had me palming my hard-on, trying to alleviate the painful throb of anticipation.
With a small shake of his head, like he might have been embarrassed, he stepped around me and poured another cupful of water onto the lava rocks in the middle of the room. The steam puffed up into a white wall, giving us another layer of privacy for the time being.
Closing the distance on me, he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and yanked me against him, crushing his mouth to mine. I moaned into the kiss, as much from his hungry attack as from the fact our cocks rubbed against each other, separated only by my towel.
Still kissing me, Misha’s other hand slipped between us and tugged the edge of the towel free. By the time it pooled at my feet, his large hand had already wrapped around both of our shafts, steadily jacking us together. It was a departure from the slow, torturous methods he usually employed but I wasnotabout to complain.
The friction from his hand and the sensation of my cock sliding against his felt amazing on their own, but he did something with his thumb, too. Every time it passed over the crown, he pressed down and rubbed in a circular motion, igniting every nerve he could find—nerves I didn’t even know I had.
