Saugatuck Summer (Saugatuck, #1)(73)

Swallowing, I sat between his legs and leaned back when he drew me down against his chest, my head pillowed on his shoulder.

“Think you might be interested in a different game?” he asked, pitching his voice loud enough that it was apparent he was speaking to the stranger, who watched us intently. He wasn’t the only one in the steam room, either. Someone was getting a blowjob on another bench, and another couple of guys were jerking each other off, their towels hanging open. A half-dozen or so others were just watching, a few caressing themselves idly. One was pretty attractive, most were middle-of-the-road, a couple were downright skeevy.

And quite a few of them began watching us after Jace spoke loudly enough to be heard on the riser across from us.

The anonymous bear gave us a good-natured grin. “I like all sorts of games.”

“How about a round of look-but-don’t-touch?”

That grin grew wider. “I like a good show, too.”

Jace’s fingers stroked down the side of my neck, making me shiver. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”

If it had been possible for my skin to get any warmer after the hot tub and steam, I would have flushed hotly. Instead, I just squirmed. Whatever Jace said about my knowing I was hot, hearing myself praised so baldly in public was as embarrassing as it was flattering.

“Yeah, he is,” the stranger agreed. “Why do you think I wanted to get my dick in him?”

“I can’t blame you. I can tell you from experience that he has the tightest, sweetest ass you can ever imagine f*cking.”

Holy shit. I should be taking exception to the fact that they were talking about me like I wasn’t even there, objectifying me, but f*ck if it wasn’t turning me on. My skin was burning from a lot more than the steam. I moaned, closing my eyes and wriggling again. Beneath his towel, Jace was hard against my back. So f*cking hard.

“See these?” Jace’s fingers moved down to my sore, film-covered nipples, making me gasp even at their gentle pressure. “He had them done just a couple days ago while I stood there and watched. He sounded so good groaning and screaming, I just about creamed my pants listening to him. And he sounds even better in bed.”

“You gonna make him scream for me tonight?” the stranger asked.

“I sure hope so.” Jace played carefully with my nipples through the tape until I was whimpering, shuddering and hiding my face in his neck.

“Hurts,” I whispered, writhing against him.

“I know it does, angel. But it feels good when it hurts a little, doesn’t it? Maybe not a lot, but a little.”

Why was it so f*cking hot to have him blurt out that factoid to all these strangers? I moaned and nodded, still hiding my face.

“Make him look at me,” the stranger demanded, his voice a little deeper and rougher now. “I want to see.”

“You hear that? Show our new friend what it’s doing to you, me playing with these.”

I whimpered again, sharply, and drew my face away from Jace’s wet neck, turning it out toward the room. I heard a groan that sounded too far away to be the bear we were playing with and nearly cried out at the thought of someone else, someone even less familiar than this complete stranger, watching me. Then Jace wriggled my sore nipple just a little bit harder and I did cry out.

“Fuck yeah,” the bear moaned. “That’s nice.”

“You’re a sadist?” Jace asked him conversationally.

“Oh yeah,” he said with some relish. “Now I’m really wishing he’d let me take him for a ride, because I would have loved to make him scream.”

“If you were going to try to hurt him, you’d have to do it with more than your dick.” Jace sounded amused. “He takes that like a champ and comes back for more. Should have seen the plug I jammed up his ass last night. If it had been any bigger, I might as well have fisted him, and he was humping back on the thing like it was his favorite carnival ride until I got it all the way in, wailing the whole time.”

“Oh Jesus!” I gasped, my spine arching, and holy f*cking God I was this close to coming just from words.

“Greedy little cockslut, huh?” the bear asked.

“Is there any other kind?”

I turned my face back in to Jace’s neck with a sharp groan, writhing in an agony of humiliated arousal. This was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. How could I possibly want this, be responding to this?

But . . . no. I’d seen wrong. Done wrong. Been the victim of wrong. This was harmless. Fantasy. No one was being hurt here. We were all feeling good. So damn good. Why should it bother me that I was doing it? Why should I be ashamed?

“Look at our friend, angel. Open your eyes and look at him. Look at what he’s doing. Then look at the rest of them.”

Whimpering, I forced my eyes open to see the bear sitting across from us, stroking the massive erection tenting his towel. He looked voracious, as if given the slightest hint of an indication, he would bend me over this riser, ream me open, and stuff me full of his cock. And God help me, some shameful part of me had more than a passing curiosity about how it would feel if I let him do just that.

But the other part of me, the bigger part of me, thrilled at knowing he could never have me. Only Jace could. For the rest of them, I was unattainable.

Did I mention my vanity?

Looking around as Jace demanded, I realized we’d commanded pretty much every eye in the room. The two guys were still jerking each other off, but they were watching us as they did it. Even the one getting the blowjob, gasping and groaning, lifting his hips to f*ck into the other guy’s mouth, was watching us through heavy-lidded eyes.