Saugatuck Summer (Saugatuck, #1)(75)

“Oh yeah,” the bear moaned behind me. He’d been quiet during our logistical maneuvering, but obviously we hadn’t lost his attention. “Yeah. Open that ass. Let me see it.”

Holy f*ck. Jace actually pulled his fingers out to push my cheeks apart and give the guy a full-on porn-quality gape shot, tugging at the edges of my tender * with his thumbs to spread me wider. I groaned abjectly.

Then Jace drove his fingers back in, not being gentle at all, and I obliged with another scream that wasn’t even the slightest bit faked. Somewhere in the room, a shout followed, and I knew someone had popped.

I waited, letting Jace give them the show he’d promised, moaning and wailing as he f*cked me fast and hard with those fingers, pulling them all the way out and . . .

Oh shit, that was three.

Annnd then I had to bite my fist, hoping my sounds came across as arousal and discomfort rather than hilarity, because suddenly I had the most f*cking insane image of my internal narrator sounding like the Count from Sesame Street, complete with bad Transylvanian accent.

Three! That’s THREE fingers in my ass! Ha ha ha!

I nearly choked myself sucking down Jace’s cock before I burst into giggles.

Fortunately the impulse to laugh was very short-lived, because those fingers went to work, and while my cries were muffled by Jace’s cock, they were no less ardent. He tasted so f*cking good: salt and sweat and a hint of chlorine. I could have sucked him all night.

I heard fapping from more than one direction, and one in particular sounded extremely close.

“You sure he won’t let me f*ck him?” the bear asked from almost directly above me. I stiffened and would have jerked away if not for Jace’s hands, which suddenly became soothing.

“Angel?”

I shook my head emphatically and resumed sucking Jace’s cock, though tension had crept in now, making it harder to take him deep.

“That’s okay.” The bear’s voice, though ragged and full of need, still carried a note of kind understanding. The sound of his fist pumping up and down his own flesh quickened. “Fuck, you two are hot.”

“Thank you.” Jace sounded a bit strained himself. His fingers eased off inside me as he lost himself in the head I was giving him. His other hand stroked my hair.

“If our friend here comes right now, he’s going to come on your back. You okay with that?” he asked gently. “Think we can let him have that, after he’s been so much fun to play with?”

I went still, considering for a moment, half-repulsed and half-turned on by that very revulsion. I’d wanted to see the seedier side of gay life in the city, and this was it. Some anonymous stranger’s cum painting my skin in a room full of other strangers.

Finally I nodded, and found my rhythm again, sucking Jace hard, tonguing, f*cking my mouth on his thick cock.

Above me, the bear groaned and gasped, sounding more desperate with each passing moment, as did Jace. Tension quivered through Jace’s legs and the hand on my hair, and he got harder, swelling in my mouth. Then there was a grunt and a scalding splatter on my back. I jerked and made a startled sound, despite knowing it was coming. That seemed to be Jace’s cue to erupt, pulsing thick and bitter over my tongue.

I swallowed it down, still hard and aching from my own unrelieved arousal. When I was done, suddenly the mess on my back was unwanted, revolting. A step too far outside my comfort zone. I fumbled to yank one of our towels out from underneath us and Jace got the message, wiping me off and drawing me up against his chest, wrapping me protectively in his arms, where I trembled and waited for my confusion to pass.

I ventured an uncertain glance at our playmate as he wrapped his towel around his hips again, smiling at us quite kindly. He didn’t look like some big, scary dom now. Just rather cuddly and friendly.

“Thanks, guys,” he said with perfect courtesy. “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time. Have a good night.”

And with another amiable smile, he walked out of the steam room.

“Ready to go?” Jace asked gently, stroking my hair and shoulders. I nodded eagerly. Somewhere in the last few minutes of confusion, my boner had become decidedly less bone-like, but now my body was becoming aware of Jace again, naked and wrapped around me, warm and familiar. And as my brain quieted a little, my body decided it liked that situation quite a lot.

But not here. I was done with here.



Jace gave me the unsoiled towel to wrap up in and walked unabashedly nude beside me, every bit as protective and solicitous as he’d been when we arrived, as he guided us back through the darkened maze to our small room. When we were ensconced within its private confines—no open door here, nope—he turned to me, his eyes dancing.

“Okay, did you seriously f*cking start laughing during all that? Is that what I heard?”

Next thing I knew, I was curled up on the sheet-covered vinyl mattress that barely deserved to be called a bed, laughing until my stomach ached, until tears streamed from my eyes, until I thought I might puke. Each time I thought I’d caught my breath enough to try to explain, another wave of laughter took me and I collapsed again, flapping a hand at him as if that would somehow help.

“I can’t . . . I can’t . . . I can’t even . . .” More helpless giggles. I gave up trying to explain and just shook my head, wiping my eyes. “Maybe I’ll be able to explain later,” I finally gasped.