“Come on, let me worship your body.” He held his hand out, and I took it without hesitation, letting him guide me to the platform in the middle.
I sat on the edge, and Josh sat down next to me, nudging my shoulders until I turned my back to him. He started massaging my neck. His nimble fingers worked at the muscles in firm but gentle movements, slowly moving to my shoulders and my upper back.
My skin was damp with steam and sweat, and Josh’s hands glided over me with ease, as if he’d used massage oil. I closed my eyes and rolled my head from side to side, giving his fingers room to move and stretching into the pressure.
The sound of the door opening again made me lift my eyes. Ethan waltzed back in, handed us each a bottle of water, and sat down in front of me. We drank deeply.
I knew it was dangerous to remain in a steam room or sauna for too long—you could get lightheaded or even pass out. But the water was helping us rehydrate, and Ethan must’ve turned the steam down very low. It was still hot and steamy, but it wasn’t oppressive and difficult to breathe.
Besides, there was nothing that could tear me away from Josh’s hands at the moment. If I passed out, so be it.
“Lie down on your front,” he instructed, and I climbed farther onto the platform, my head near Alec’s spot on the bench, my feet hanging off the end. The smooth, slick marble surface was almost too hot but pleasant against my skin.
Splashes echoed around me, and then Josh’s hand was at my ankle, massaging gently before gliding up my leg. His touch was followed closely by the exquisite shock of cool water, trickling along my ankle and up to the top of my thigh. With my eyes closed, I felt every droplet as it caressed my skin.
He repeated the motions on my other leg—the gentle touch followed by the cool trickle of water up my calf, the back of my knee, my thigh.
Metal clanged against the stone bench, echoing in the dimly lit space. Then two sets of hands appeared at my feet. Judging by the size difference, Ethan had joined Josh in massaging my legs.
They started at my feet, moved up my ankles, calves, the backs of my thighs. They worked in perfect synchronicity, as they always did. It was both perfect—ideal pressure, exact amount of time spent on each muscle—and nowhere near enough.
As they paid special attention to the spot just under my ass, their fingers passing lower and lower between my thighs, the tap came on again. I kept my eyes closed as it turned off, and then a trickle of water started at my neck and traveled painfully slowly down the center of my spine. The droplets tickled a little along my ribs, but I was so lost in all the other sensations that it wasn’t unpleasant.
Whoever it was repeated the action, using a little more water this time, covering my shoulders and then continuing past the base of my spine and between my butt cheeks.
Cool, velvety water trickled down between my thighs, adding even more moisture to my already wet folds, teasing my most sensitive parts in the most delicious way. I gasped, the sound startling in the heavy silence.
The air had already been thick with steam; now it became even heavier with taut, breathless anticipation.
Twenty-Eight
As soon as the gasp left my lips, the hands at my thighs moved up and over my ass. They glided up my back, then separated over my shoulders. Ethan and Josh took my wrists and stretched my arms out to either side. Then the two of them started a slow, sensual massage, giving my arms the same treatment as my legs. The water appeared again, trickling over my wrists, up my arms, and to my shoulders.
The third set of hands picked up where they’d left off at my thighs, zeroing in on my ass. Immediately I knew it was Tyler. His hands were strong, firm, but smooth. Alec had rough, calloused hands, despite how tenderly they touched me.
Tyler kneaded my butt with slow, deliberate movements. His outspread hands ran all the way up and over, then caressed down my sides and hips, dipping into the crease before circling back up.
Every time he passed the underside of my ass, his fingers came within a hair’s breadth of where I craved their