“So…what? Now we just sit here?” I glance skeptically around the dark interior of Mars’s private, at-home sauna.
“Mhmm,” Tess replies as she leans back against the wall and drapes a wet washcloth over her forehead, covering her eyes.
This is all her fault. She helped me clean up the kitchen and said we needed to give the house time to air out. Her big idea was for us to strip naked and shove ourselves into a human oven while we wait for the nasty smells of the food oven to dissipate.
So here I am, naked and sweating my ass off next to her, not touching her. This feels like a punishment.
“Ryan?”
I turn her way. “Hmm?”
“Stop thinking.”
“What?”
“You’re thinking, and it’s distracting me from not thinking. We’re in here to relax, remember?”
“I guess baking alive just doesn’t quite relax me.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“It will if you let it,” she replies. “It’s science.”
“What kind of science says this is supposed to be relaxing?”
She heaves a deep sigh. “The heat from a sauna helps relieve muscle and joint pain. It detoxes the body, improves sweat performance, relieves stress, and can even improve the quality of your sleep. So, maybe if you sit in here for a half hour, you’ll actually be able to sleep tonight, and you won’t need me to talk you through my morning flossing routine.”
“Maybe it’s not your boring routines that put me to sleep. Maybe it’s just the comfort of having you close to me. Did you ever think of that?”
She goes still. Yep, I totally just said that out loud.
Well…fuck.
She drops the washcloth down off her eyes and glances over at me. “Ryan—”
“Kidding,” I say, forcing a smirk.
She rolls her eyes. “No, you’re not.”
No, I’m not.
“If you’re really that bored, I brought something that might help distract you,” she says.
“More distracting than the drop-dead gorgeous naked woman currently glistening like a sun goddess on the bench next to me?”
She smiles. “Honestly? Maybe.”
I look around this tiny box. There’s nothing but a stack of towels at the end of the bench. “What did you bring?”
“The puppy is curious,” she say, eyes still closed as she leans against the wooden wall.
“Tess…”
She laughs, sitting up as she slings the wet washcloth over her shoulder. Her curls are tied up in a bun on top of her head. The heat has her skin flushed pink, growing pinker. It spreads across her chest, over her shoulders, blooming in her cheeks. This is what I saw the first night I arrived at the house. She had this same glow. It lit her from the inside out.
Maybe there is something to saunas…
“Do you trust me, Ryan?” she says, flashing me a sexy smile.
I go still. “Unclear.”
“Do you trust me to make you feel good? That’s the only rule, right?”
I narrow my eyes. “Babe, we can’t fuck in here. I’ll stroke out.”
“Aren’t you a professional athlete at the literal peak of physical performance?”
“Yeah,” I reply, drawing out the ‘e.’ “But you do remember I play my sport on ice right, not the surface of the fucking sun?”
She laughs again. “I think you’ll survive. In fact, I think this might just make you a sauna convert. Who knows all the ways we could convert you tonight?”
Curiosity is about to kill this cat. “Tess, just tell me.”
She flips over the towel at the end of the bench.
“Oh, what the fuck is that?” I say, eyes wide.
She holds up the little pink toy. “It’s a butt plug, Ryan. And look how cute it is.” She turns it over, showing me the pink, heart-shaped gemstone bedazzling the top of it.
I hold her gaze, heart pounding in my chest. “Tess Michelle Owens, are you asking me to do butt stuff with you in Ilmari Price’s sauna?”
“I—wait—Michelle?” She raises a brow at me. “Where the hell did you get Michelle from? That’s not my middle name.”
I shrug. “I made it up. This felt like a middle name moment. Do you seriously want me to put that in your ass?” I say, pointing to it. “That’s what’s gonna make sauna time more fun?”
She giggles, biting her bottom lip in a way that has my dick twitching. “Not exactly. Actually, I wanted to put this one in your ass.”
Heartbeat gone.
“This is the plug I want you to put in my ass.” Flipping the towel over the rest of the way, she reveals a red plug almost twice the size and length of the pink one.
Soul exiting body.
“Oh, and they vibrate,” she adds. “And we’ll each have a remote, so we can play with the settings. I’m thinking, to spice things up a little, I’ll take your remote and you take mine.”
“Tess—” The sound comes out all strangled. “You—what the fuck?”
“Do you trust me, Ryan? Do you want to feel good?”
“Yes, but—”
“Have you ever done any prostate play before?”
“No,” I cry, scooting away down the bench. “I’ve never had anything in my ass before. I don’t—things go out, they don’t go in. Right?”
“Oh, sweet puppy,” she says with a shake of her head. “Allow me to paint a picture for you, shall I?”
“Please don’t,” I beg, fearing it and wanting it at the same time.
She scoots closer, her sweat-sheened breast brushing against my arm. “Imagine a fullness inside you…it’s deep and rooted,” she says, using that voice that draws me in like a siren’s call.
I shut my eyes tight, holding to the solid wood of the bench. I can’t block out the sound of her voice…and judging by my dick’s reaction, I don’t want to.
“You center yourself in the feel of it,” she goes on. “It anchors you. And then…suddenly…a spark of life. It’s humming, the vibrations moving outward, consuming you until all you feel is waves of warmth cascading through you and over you.”
I groan, my dick twitching against my leg.
“And while you take your pleasure, you get to feel like a god knowing you’re controlling mine.”
I go still.
“You’ll have my remote, Ryan. You’ll decide whether I simply moan through my release…or come screaming. Either way, I’ll be choking on your dick as I do it.”
“Fuck.” I grab her by the neck, pulling her to me. Our wet flesh presses together, sticky with sweat as we kiss. I devour her, kissing her deep, teasing with my tongue, biting her lip. She pants against me, her hands going to my chest, splaying her fingers flat.
“Trust me, Ryan. Let me make you feel so fucking good.”
“Do it,” I say against her lips, my left hand dropping down to tweak her nipple. She gasps, twitching in my hold, and I laugh. “But you’re going first. Nothing is going in my ass until I watch you take yours.”
She smiles, pulling back from me, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “I’m already wearing one. I have been this whole time.”
My eyes go wide as I glance down her body. “What?”
“Well, yeah. You can’t just take a torpedo like that and shove it in your ass, Ryan.” She gestures to the red plug. “Anal play takes prep work. That’s rule one. I’ve been sitting on my plug for thirty minutes, getting things nice and stretched out.”
“Show me,” I say, heart in my fucking throat.
Like the goddess she is, she stands up and turns for me, exuding confidence as she places both hands against the wall and bends over.
My hands react like magnets, smoothing over the dimpled flesh of her ass as I part her cheeks. “Holy shit.” A little white diamond winks at me from her asshole.
“Cute, right?” she says, glancing over her shoulder at me.
“I’m not sure cuteness matters with this kind of thing,” I reply, my hands still smoothing over her curvy ass. Fuck, she’s distracting. She should always be naked, and I should always be touching her.
“You like what you see?” she teases, wiggling that ass in my face. “You want to take control of my pleasure? We can sit here, relaxing in the heat, letting our bodies detox. And then we’ll play with our remotes until we climax. It’ll be fun, I promise.”
“The things you say.” I shake my head. “You slay me dead, Tess.”
“Don’t die yet. Wait until you’ve had your first prostate O. Your soul will leave your body as you come for days…all over my tits.”
I stand up, pulling her face to mine for a kiss. “You are so much fucking trouble,” I say against her lips.
“More than you know. Now, bend over, hands on the bench.”
Not quite knowing what the fuck kind of twilight zone I’ve stepped into, I let Tess boss me around. She sets the pink sparkly butt plug down on the bench and snatches the small bottle of lube she also had hidden in the towel.
“Anything else under there, Tess? Rubber chicken? Coordinates to Atlantis?”
“Just the remotes,” she replies with a shrug. She steps in close to me, brushing her lips against my shoulder. “Bend over, Ryan. Show me that cute hockey butt.”
“Fuck.” All my nerves hum as I bend over.
“This ass makes me weak,” she says, smoothing her hand over my hip. “Am I a total wanton hussy if I admit your butt was the first thing I noticed on the day we met?”
I smirk. “No.”
“You bent down to fetch your soccer ball and it was right there, so full and tight. I wanted to bite it.”
I glance over my shoulder at her with a raised brow. “You want to bite my ass?”
She nods, lust clouding her eyes. “Haven’t you ever been so drawn to a person you wanted to devour them? You want a piece of their essence. You want to mark them, claim them as your own.”
My dick hardens as I look away. “Maybe…once or twice.”
With you.
She leans in with a low hum, her naked flesh pressing against mine. “You’ve thought it about me, haven’t you?” she teases, pinching my ass cheek.
I twitch, biting my lip and she laughs. “Yes,” I admit.
“Good,” she says in my ear. “I want you to mark me, Ryan. I want to wear it knowing you put it there in a fit of passion. And I’ll mark you too…but not tonight.” She pulls away and it feels like she takes all my air with her.
I groan, shifting my weight to my good knee. “Are we doing something here, or am I just bent over for fun?”
“Pick a safe word,” she says, opening the bottle of lube and squeezing a dollop into her hand.
I glance at her again. “What?”
“You need a safe word, Ryan. This is new play for you, new sensations. You may not like it. You may need it to stop. I need to know when you’ve reached your limit. Pick a word that you’ll only say when you need it to stop. No judgement, no questions, no hesitation.”
My mind scrambles to think of something—anything. “Uhh…Yoshi.”
She giggles. “Yoshi? That’s your safe word?”
I smirk. “Yeah. It was the first word I thought of.”
“Yoshi it is,” she replies, kissing my shoulder again. “Don’t say it again unless you mean it, okay?”
I nod.
She steps in behind me, her hips pressing against mine. “Just relax, okay? I promise, if you trust me, this will feel amazing.”
I nod again, swallowing down my nerves. “I trust you.”
Her lubed hand snakes around my hip and closes around my shaft, stroking from root to tip in one long, luxurious pull. I groan, body sagging as all my blood rushes straight to my crotch.
“What are you doing?” I say, head sagging between my shoulders as she does it again.
“Relaxing you,” she replies.
Her chest is bent over my back, her full breasts pressed against my fevered skin. She moves her hips a bit, fucking me with her hand as she rocks into me from behind. It’s intoxicating. I love the feel of her wrapped around me like this.
Just as I’m about to say so, she shifts until her pussy is pressed against my right hip, exposing my ass. Her hand on my dick stills, holding me tight, as the fingers of her left hand trail down the small of my back, between my cheeks, until just one finger presses over my tight hole.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my body lighting up like she flipped a damn switch.
“Puppy, we’re just getting started,” she teases, rimming me with that lubed finger. “You know what to say to make me stop?”
I nod.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I grit out. “Keep going.”
I’m too curious to stop now.
“Relax,” she says. “Deep breath…and exhale.”
As I exhale, I feel pressure at my hole. I try not to clench as she presses in.
“Look at you.” Her voice is full of praise. “So, beautiful with my finger in your ass. You’re gonna be a natural, aren’t you? Just wait until I’m fucking you in the ass while my tits bounce in your face—”
“Jesus—Tess—stop,” I bark, my cheeks clenching around her finger.
“Stop as in—”
“Don’t fucking stop, just stop the fucking dirty talk. I didn’t safe word yet, but I’m about to come if you don’t stop turning me the fuck on. Stretch me out and put in the plug. And then you’re fucking next.”
“Yes, sir,” she teases, bending over to kiss the middle of my sweaty back.
I shiver, all senses firing as I’m wracked with new sensations.
Her right hand drops away from my dick and she holds my hip for support as she works her finger in and out of my ass. I hold tight to the bench, trying to keep myself relaxed.
“I’m adding a finger,” she murmurs.
I nod, groaning as I feel the tightening of a second finger pressing in. The lube feels strange, but my whole body is slicked at this point. She works those fingers against me. I feel full, but not overly full. It’s an odd sensation, but not as weird as I thought it might be. It’s even pleasurable. It’s almost like—
“Oh, holy fuck,” I squawk, my cheeks clenching around her fingers.
“There it is,” she sings.
She touched something inside me that felt like a zap of electricity. It zinged through me, straight to the fucking heart. My dick twitches, the tip leaking precum.
“Oh my god,” I say, fighting the urge to whimper.
“That’s your prostate,” she says, curling her fingers up and in to touch the spot again.
I try to stop my knees from shaking.
“Such a good boy,” she soothes. “You’re gonna love this. I’m going to put the toy in now. Are you ready?”
Am I ready? Is there such a thing as being ready for this? “Yes,” I grit out.
She removes her fingers from my ass, and I feel empty. Then she steps away, and I feel like I’m fighting the urge to whimper. I want her against me, all around me, holding me, shoring me up. I watch as she puts lube on the butt plug. Then she’s right back behind me, tapping at my hole with it.
“This is going to feel tight at first,” she explains. “Maybe even too tight. The pain will fade as your muscles adjust. You trust me?”
I nod for what feels like the hundredth time. “Do it.”
She’s gentle as she presses in, her hand smoothing over my lower back. “Deep exhale,” she says.
I curse under my breath as I feel the stretch and the sting.
“Too much?”
“No,” I grunt. “Is it in?”
“Almost,” she replies. The burn fades to an aching fullness as she settles the plug in my hole. “It’s in.”
I take another deep breath. “Now what?”
“Now you put mine in for me,” she replies. “Then we play.”
I’m still bent over, hands on the bench. “I just…what do I do?”
Her hand brushes up my back. “Honey, just stand up. It’s not a bomb. It won’t explode.”
I straighten my back, feeling the way the toy shifts a little in my ass. “Now what?”
She hands me the red plug. “Lube that for me.”
I pick up the bottle of lube and squeeze some in my hand. I probably use too much as I wet the plug all over. When I turn to her with the toy, she’s already taken the other plug out.
She flashes me an excited smile. “You ready, handsome?”
I nod, stepping closer, toy in hand.
“I’ll tell you if I need you to stop,” she explains. “Just go slow and work it in.”
“What’s your safe word?” I ask, stepping around to stand behind her.
She huffs a laugh, bending forward with her hands on the bench. “Honey, I don’t need a safe word for a little butt plug action. This is a bored Saturday night for me.”
I shake my head, totally in awe of this sexual creature before me. She’s so confident, so empowered. It makes me wonder what I’ve been missing all these years. How much fun could I have been having if I treated sex less like a chore or an item on my to-do list?
I step in behind her, smoothing my hand over her ass and up her lower back. “Ready?”
“Mhmm.”
I prod at her entrance with the toy, and she widens her stance, pressing into me until the toy begins to disappear.
“Ryan, have you ever done anal?” she says, glancing over her shoulder at me.
“Once,” I admit. “It was college, and I was pretty drunk though.”
“I love anal,” she hums, bearing down as I sink the toy in deeper. “Mmm, keep going. Push it all the way in.” She shivers as I force the red plug the rest of the way into her ass. As soon as it’s all the way in, she gives a little shaky laugh. “It’s been a while since I played with one this big. Maybe I was being over ambitious.”
“Should we stop or—”
“Hell no,” she replies, pushing off the bench. “This is gonna feel amazing.” She reaches under the towel and takes out two small remotes, one pink and one red. She hands me the red one. “Come on, let’s go dip in the pool and cool off. Then we’ll play.”
Apparently, we’re walking around wearing butt plugs now. What the hell is happening to me? I follow her out of the sauna into the chilly January night.
She walks right over to the pool, plug hidden between her cheeks, and walks down the steps, sinking into the icy water. “It’ll feel good, I promise. Cool off now, and we’ll warm up in the sauna,” she adds with a flirty wink.
Taking a deep breath, I walk down the steps of the pool, the plug only slightly uncomfortable. As soon as I’m waist-deep in the water, a vibration shoots up my ass, straight to my heart. “Holy—fuck—” I gasp, spinning around to glare at Tess. As soon as the vibrations start, they stop.
“Just checking to see if the remote works,” she says with a grin.
I wade towards her. “Oh, you are in so much trouble—”
“Ryan, no,” she shrieks, wading away. “Dunk me in this pool, and I’ll turn your plug up to ten!”
I drop my hands away from her, letting her slip away, up out of the pool. She’s halfway up the stairs when I click her remote on. She gasps, grasping for the handrail as I quickly click it twice to up the vibration.
“Oh god,” she whimpers, hurrying up the stairs with it still vibrating.
I follow her with a grin. Okay, I can see the appeal of this. We go back into the sauna, and she surprises the hell out of me when she takes her folded towel and sits down.
“Are—do you—doesn’t that hurt?” I manage to get out.
“No,” she replies with a shrug. “Come here, baby. Come sit by me, and we’ll relax.” She pats the bench next to her. “Part of the fun with this kind of play is the anticipation.”
I’m trusting this process. If she says I can sit with a sparkly butt plug in my ass, I’m going to do it. She sets my towel out and I sit down, wincing slightly as I find an angle that doesn’t put pressure right on the plug.
She reaches over with her free hand, placing it on my thigh. “Just lean back. Relax and close your eyes. Breathe in the smell of the cedar. Try to let go of all your worry and anxiety.”
Okay, this is starting to feel like a yoga session now. I’m not mad about it. And the juxtaposition between the hot-cold-hot is refreshing. I can feel my muscles and joints loosening up. I guess I just expected this to be—
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, bending over, elbows on my knees, as the plug goes off, hammering my ass with strong vibrations. Changing angles was a fucking mistake. I practically squeal as I flop backwards. The buzzing plug hits me right on my prostate. My dick hardens, all the blood rushing from my head to my crotch.
She doesn’t keep it on long before I’m given a reprieve.
Not to be outdone, I fumble for her remote and turn it on. Next to me, she hums. Tess is much more relaxed than me, leaning back against the wall, eyes closed. She’s almost serene as she just lets the vibrations rock through her.
I click it higher.
No change.
Higher.
“Mmm, that feels good,” she says.
Slowly, she lifts her hands to her breasts and starts to touch herself, lazy and languid. She tweaks her nipples, and I’ve decided I fucking love this game. I duck down, eager to taste her. As she pinches herself with a seductive sigh, I close my mouth over her fingers and her nipple, sucking on them both.
“Fuck, yeah that’s good,” she whimpers. She pulls her fingers free, digging them into my hair as she holds me to her breast, demanding that I keep sucking on her. With her free hand, she works my remote, turning it on again.
The vibration is higher this time, and I can’t suppress a full body shiver.
“You like it?”
“Yeah,” I reply.
“You want more?”
“Please,” I hear myself say.
The vibration intensifies and I gasp, all my muscles contracting around the little toy. I look down, watching as the tip of my dick leaks precum. This is surreal and amazing. She doesn’t even need to touch my dick. I really think I could come with no contact, which would be a fucking first.
“Turn mine up,” she whimpers. “Ryan, I need to taste you. I need you to tease my pussy as I suck your cock.”
“Get over here,” I reply, clicking her toy up higher.
She shifts until she’s on her knees on the bench, ass pointed away from me. She crawls forward, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. I cup her face, stealing a kiss, but then she’s pulling away, her head dropping to my crotch, and she sucks the tip of my dick into her mouth. The moment her lips close around me, she turns up the goddamn toy.
“Fucking hell—” My hips kick forward, ass lifting off the bench as she sucks me deeper. The combination of sensations has me feeling like I’m being pulled apart. The plug is full in my ass, and the vibrations send a sharp tingling all over my body, like I’m being licked by fire. Her mouth on my dick is a dream, so wet and warm.
She snatches for my hand, whimpering as she moves her hips on air. She takes my hand and puts it between her legs, and I take over, my fingers seeking out her needy clit. I make contact, and she arches into me, humming around my dick.
“Tess—god—babe, I’m not gonna last long if you don’t—ahhh—ohmygod—fucking fuck—” I drop my hand away from her pussy as she turns the remote up to what better be the highest fucking setting. I need to come so bad I think I might cry. A tremor starts deep in my groin and rockets up my spine.
I shift my hips a little, and that has me seeing stars. The point of the plug sits right on my prostate, the buzzing rocking me from head to toe. I have an out of body experience as it feels like all my muscles contract at once. I bend over in a half curl, my hands tightened into fists, as I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. I don’t know what the hell kind of feral sound I’m making. Can’t think. Only feel.
Tess had no warning, but she takes it like a champ, holding her mouth open as my cum pumps out of my tip, hitting her lips, her chin, her greedy tongue. I make a mess of her as I just can’t stop coming.
“Oh my god,” I moan, my body suddenly losing air like a popped balloon. I fizzle, all energy leaving me, as I collapse against the bench. Tess turns off my plug, and it’s like flipping a switch. Lights out. I’m dead. Done.
She reaches across my lap for the red remote that I don’t even remember setting down. She takes control of her own orgasm, clicking it up and working her clit. “Watch me,” she pants, her breasts jiggling in the most seductive way as she fucks herself. “Ryan, watch—”
As if I can look at anything else? I watch my queen take her pleasure, riding out her climax, her sweet moans filling the small room. Her skin is flushed, her head tipped back, body glistening as she makes herself come. It’s fucking breathtaking. She finishes, turning the toy off and dropping both remotes. They clatter to the floor at our feet. Then she slumps forward, catching herself with one hand, her forehead dropping to my shoulder.
“How was that?” she says after a moment.
“So fucking good,” I reply. “I’m officially a convert to butt plugs.”
“I knew you’d like it.” I don’t need to see her face to know she’s wearing her sleepy smile.
“I’m still not convinced about the sauna,” I admit.
She just keeps smiling, turning her face to peck my chest with a kiss.
I manage to lift a hand, digging it into the hair at her nape. I tip her head back, kissing her lips, not caring that she tastes like me. In fact, I think it turns me the fuck on. She’s mine and I’m hers. Nothing we could ever share could be bad or wrong. I want to taste like her, smell like her. Bring on all the coconutty hair oils and strawberry lip gloss.
“Am I corrupting you, Ryan?” she says. “Should we stop while we’re ahead?”
“You’re a she-devil,” I say against her lips. “My goddess.” I give her a kiss. “My queen. You fucking own me.” I kiss her again. “Do anything, take anything. It’s yours.”
“Hmm,” she says on a sigh, kissing me back. “As much as I love the idea of taking you for everything you have, I’m starving.” As if in evidence, her stomach lets out a low grumble, and we both laugh. “Why don’t I order us a pizza while you go get cleaned up?”
She kisses the tip of my nose, and then she’s moving away, as if her bones weren’t just liquified by the most intense orgasm of her life. Perhaps I need to try harder next time.
Towel under her arm, she glances over her shoulder at me. “You coming?”
“I don’t think I can get up,” I admit. I’m not even sure I remember how legs work.
She laughs again, crossing back over to me and holding out a hand. “Come on, sweet puppy. We really gotta work on your off-ice stamina. Give me a few weeks to toughen you up, and I’ll have you coming like that all night long.”
A few weeks? This woman can have more than that. She can have months. Years. Hell, if she’ll only give us a real chance, a chance to be more than just friends, I’ll be her sweet puppy for the rest of my fucking life.
