Like the club itself, the locker room is way bigger and nicer than I thought it would be. No wonder this place has such a loyal following. I don’t even want to think about how much the membership fees are. I make my way past the lockers and then the shower stalls until I find a row of hot tubs up against a wall. One is already bubbling and ready to go, making me hesitate and shout out a “Hello!” just to make sure I really am alone. When I’m met with silence, I peel off my sweaty clothes and step in, moaning when the hot water hits my sore muscles.
Leaning my head back against the side, I close my eyes and let out a happy sigh. I could get used to this. The jets massage my back and shoulders while the steaming water loosens them up, and soon I’m feeling downright delirious and slightly giddy. I bet this feels better than most sexual encounters. Something tells me it wouldn’t feel better than whatever Nikolai is packing, but I force that thought from my mind and instead focus on how good the jet sprays feel.
Not everyone is lucky enough to experience a big cock and a man who knows how to use it. Some of us just have to make due with other kinds of satisfaction. When I’m feeling limp as a noodle and the pain from the last couple of weeks finally drains from my body, I start to think about the saunas Dmitri said were back here. The idea of lazing about and letting the steam work its magic is impossible to resist. I’m already here. I might as well live it up while I can since the place is empty. It’s not like I’m in a hurry to get back to my air mattress and the mini frozen pizza that’s waiting for me.
Spotting a stack of towels in the corner, I get out and tiptoe over to them. I wrap one around my chest, tucking in the end so I’m fully covered and my arms are free and walk into the other room that I’m guessing has the saunas. Like the hot tubs in the other room, there are a line of saunas alone a wall, but unlike in the other room, these wrap around so the large room has individual wooden saunas sprinkled along all four walls. It’s impressive as hell. They aren’t large, so a single person could go in, but I’m guessing you could easily fit two people without it feeling cramped.
I’m deciding which one I should use when I spot something that makes my whole body freeze. I can’t see into the sauna in the corner because the see-through door is completely fogged up. Holy fuck, has someone been in here this whole time? I tell myself that someone probably just left the damn thing on and the timer hasn’t gone off yet. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I tiptoe closer. I don’t know what I’m expecting to find, but when I get close enough to see through a sliver of free window space, a naked Nikolai is certainly not it.
I suck in a quick breath and run my eyes over all that hard, toned muscle. Fuck, I knew he was ripped, but I didn’t realize just how ripped. I also didn’t know those fancy suits were covering some really sexy tattoos. There’s a wolf on his chest and some intricate tattoos on his biceps. I can see ink curving around to his back, and I’ve never wanted to explore someone’s body so badly in my life.
He’s leaning his head back against the wall with his eyes closed, and there’s a little voice inside my head screaming at me that this is wrong, that I shouldn’t be ogling some naked guy who doesn’t realize he’s being watched, but my eyes keep drifting lower, passing the peaks and grooves of his abs, and I can’t seem to stop myself. When I get to his cock, I bite my lip and try not to moan. Even soft, I can tell the guy is huge, and I’m suddenly desperate to know what he looks like hard. Hell, what hefeelslike hard.
I’m breathing so hard that I’m fogging up the glass on this side, and suddenly I’m sliding a finger inside my aching pussy with no memory of how in the hell it got there. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before, and I know it won’t take me long at all to come. He’ll never have to know, I tell myself. I’ll just hurry up and rub one out, and he’ll be none the wiser. No harm, no foul. My plan would’ve worked beautifully if Nikolai hadn’t chosen that exact moment to open his eyes.
I freeze in place, my finger still buried inside me when his dark eyes land on mine. They widen slightly in surprise before his eyes lower. I’m not sure how much he can see through the foggy window, but it must be enough because he gives me that smirky, amused grin that drives me crazy and gives a deep laugh.
“Might as well come in, Moira, and stop gawking.”
“Shit,” I mutter, quickly sliding my hand out from between my legs and drying my finger on the towel before opening the door and stepping into the wall of steam that greets me. The heat will at least give me an excuse to look flushed. I sit on the wooden bench across from him, noticing that he doesn’t seem even slightly embarrassed at being butt-ass naked in front of me. Of course, I think, running my eyes over him again, why the hell should he be? A man like that should always strut around naked with his head held high. Being this close to his naked body, noticing the way his muscles are covered in a light sheen of sweat, and that damn giant cock that keeps taunting me is making me feel a bit lightheaded. I swear it’s gotten bigger since I stepped inside, and that’s not even mentioning the large set of balls that are now clearly visible to me. I’m suddenly very, very hot, and it has nothing to do with the sauna I’m sitting in.
“See something you like, lass?” he asks, making me jerk my eyes from his cock. I feel like a guilty perv, probably because I most definitely am one, and look down at my bare feet, figuring that’s a safe place to keep my eyes.
“I was watching you hit the bag earlier,” he says, shocking me so much that I bring my eyes up, forgetting my plan to keep my eyes off the sexy Russian in front of me. “You’re very good."
I study his face, waiting for the crack of an amused grin or the punchline of a joke, but it doesn’t come, and that surprises me more than anything.
“Thanks,” I finally manage to say, cursing my awkwardness. I can’t help but remember our shared moment in the hallway. Every time I think about it, the embarrassment comes rushing back when I remember how he turned me away, denying me everything, even the kiss I’d been so eager for. The memory fills me with shame and anger. I’m so sick of always feeling intimidated. I’ve always felt like I need to just keep my head down and stay under the radar, whether it was from my dad’s angry, drunken fists or the assholes at the gym that always taunted me and told me I’d never be good enough. I’m fucking sick of it.
Maybe it’s the stress of trying to bring my family’s gym back to life or maybe it’s just the heat from the sauna getting to me, whatever it is, I’ve finally had enough. I take the biggest step out of my comfort zone I’ve ever done and gently part my thighs, smiling when his eyes immediately drop to my legs, trying to see between them and up my towel.
Feeling emboldened by the sight of his now semi-hard cock and the heat in his dark eyes, I reach up and unclasp my towel, slowly pulling it apart and letting it spill open. He clenches that chiseled jaw of his and runs his eyes over my wet, naked body. Seeing that I’ve made him fully hard makes me happier than it probably should, but it seems like such a monumental accomplishment to make someone as gorgeous as Nikolai aroused. I feel like I should earn aI made a sexy guy’s dick hardbadge or something.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I smile even bigger at how strained his voice sounds and lean across the short distance that separates us and straddle one of his strong thighs, lowering myself down as he keeps his eyes glued to my shaved pussy.
“I’m getting payback,” I finally say, dancing my fingers along the wolf tattoo that covers his left pec and shoulder.
“Oh yeah? And how are you planning on doing that?”
His dark eyes meet mine, and I see the warning in them, but I’m long past caring. He interrupted my little masturbation, peep-show session, and the feel of his strong thigh pressing against my aching center lets me know that it’s not going to take me long at all.
“I’m going to use your thigh to get myself off, and then I’m going to walk my ass right out of here.”
He laughs, no doubt expecting me to join in, but not only do I not join in, I start to rock my hips, grinding against his thigh as he stares at me in pure shock, watching first my pussy and then my breasts that are only inches from his face. I can see the emotions warring inside him. He’s pissed, shocked, and turned on. I wonder which one will win.
I get my answer when he lets out a groan and grips my hips in his strong hands, moving me even harder against him. My fingers run over his body, but I completely ignore the very large cock that I know he’s desperate for me to touch. I want to kiss him and touch every part of him, and I really want him to lift me up and lower me onto his cock, but now isn’t the time for all that. Now is the time for proving a point and getting rid of some of this sexual tension that’s been driving me crazy.
He’s moving me so fast that my breasts are bouncing and when he leans closer and wraps his lips around the closest one, running his tongue over my hard nipple, I let out a strangled gasp and dig my fingers into his shoulders.
“Fuck,” I moan and rock my hips faster. My arousal and our sweat from the sauna make our bodies slippery as hell, and every rock of my hips is sending sparks of pleasure all through me. I can feel how close my orgasm is, and when he gives my nipple a soft bite, I throw my head back and come like I never have before.
He groans against my tit, working me harder, and I suddenly realize that I’m no longer in control. It’s his strong hands on my hips that are keeping me moving, and it’s his mouth that’s making me nearly lightheaded as every stroke of his tongue and every graze of his teeth over my sensitive skin sends me further and further over the edge until I’m coming again and clinging to him like the lifeline he’s become.
I’ve only ever orgasmed by myself, and I’m not expecting the rush of emotions that pour through me. Nikolai keeps a firm grip on my hips and looks up at me with a raw, primal hunger that makes me want to forget all about pissing him off and instead collapse into his strong arms and let him carry me home to his bed, but then I remember the look on his face when he pushed me away, and the fact that he hasn’t tried anything with me. It’s been me all along. I’m the one that threw myself at him at the club that night, and I’m the one that just crawled into his lap naked and rode him to O-town. I could be anyone right now, and he’d still be giving them this same look. I ignore the sharp pain that hits me at the thought of him with another woman.
Nikolai gives my nipple a not-so-soft bite that has me gasping before he slowly pulls back, letting go of my breast at the last second. I know he’s frustrated, and I’ve avoided touching his cock, but knowing what I’m about to do, I can’t resist touching him this one time. His breath hitches when I run my fingers over his smooth shaft, amazed that anything can feel so damn velvety soft and powerful all at the same time. God, I bet he could take me on a ride I’d never forget. The memory of it would probably stick with me for the rest of my life and be the last thing I thought about before I left this world.