Vivid Avowed (The Evelyn Maynard Trilogy Book 3)

by Kaydence Snow

  I walked into the steam room and took a deep breath, letting the warm, moist air envelop me and drain some of the tension from my shoulders.

  The room was an octagon; each side, apart from the glass-doored entrance, had tiled bench seating. Two of them, on opposite sides of the room, had a little sink on the bench with a beautiful mosaic pattern over it.

  The entire room was tiled in dark gray and teal marble, including the pitched ceiling, which met in a point in the middle of the room, like a tent. Everything was very symmetrical and oozed opulence.

  Ethan and Josh sat on the bench opposite the door, leaning back against the wall, their towels haphazardly resting over their laps.

  In the center of the room was an octagonal, low platform, about the height of a coffee table. I wasn’t sure what its purpose was, so I stepped around it and sat between Josh and one of the little sinks.

  Steam had already filled the room and warmed the tiles. Even the light fabric of the towel felt heavy and sticky on my skin. Just as I reached to undo it, the door opened, and I paused just shy of exposing my boobs to the newcomer.

  “This was a great idea, Josh.” Tyler’s voice echoed around the room. Alec closed the glass door behind them. They both had matching towels around their hips, which—except for one corner covering their crotches—they removed as they sat down. Tyler settled in on the other side of the little sink, and Alec sat on the opposite side of the room.

  Once I was sure no one else was following them, I let my towel drop at my sides and leaned my head back against the tiles, closing my eyes. For a few moments we just sat in silence, breathing the steamy air and letting the heat warm us from the inside out.

  I cracked one eye open and laughed. All four of them were staring at me, lips parted, gazes hungry. As if they didn’t see my boobs on the daily. As if I hadn’t had a threesome with Alec and Josh the night before. As if Ethan hadn’t woken me that morning with his fingers sliding inside me. As if Tyler hadn’t joined me in the cramped little shower afterward.

  It was as if they couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t get enough of them either.

  “I’m getting lightheaded.” Ethan kept his deep voice low, but it echoed anyway.

  “That’s because you’re freakishly tall.” Tyler chuckled. “Your head is higher and therefore hotter.”

  “No.” Josh’s eyes hadn’t left my body. “It’s because Eve is sitting there completely fucking naked like the goddess she is.”

  I smiled but didn’t reply, instead closing my eyes again. I wasn’t embarrassed or self-conscious—I had nothing to hide from them anymore—but I wasn’t exactly used to receiving constant compliments either.

  “Maybe you should step outside,” Alec suggested.

  “Nah . . .” Ethan didn’t elaborate.

  “Then here, cool down a bit.” Josh leaned over me to turn on the little tap, his arm brushing against my breasts in what was clearly a deliberate move.

  I rolled my head to the side, curious. The sink didn’t have a drain, and Josh turned the tap off once it was full. Then he picked up a little metal bowl sitting next to it, scooped up some water, and flung it at Ethan.

  Ethan didn’t even flinch, but his shoulders shook in silent laughter. “Refreshing.”

  The sound of splashing in the opposite sink pulled my gaze to Alec. He shut the water off and dipped his hands into it instead of using the bowl, sloshing some onto his forehead.

  He dragged his hands down his face and pinned me with his icy stare, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. The movement made the towel slide down, exposing dark hair and just a glimpse of silky-smooth skin lower still.

  I turned to the side and copied him, scooping some cool water into my hands and splashing my face with it. Refreshing droplets trickled down my neck, dripped off my chin, ran down my chest. Alec’s gaze followed their progress, his eyes drinking in every detail of my body. I could practically feel the caress of his eyes even from the opposite side of the room.

  “What’s the stage thing for?” I gestured to the tiled octagon in the middle of the room, looking for something to distract me from Alec’s lascivious stare.

  “Traditionally, bathing was a ritual as much as it was a part of daily routine,” Josh explained. “People would take their time in a hammam. Usually an attendant or masseuse would provide an olive oil scrub and use a Kese mitt to exfoliate. That platform in the middle—the göbektaşı—is where most of the bathing, scrubbing, and massaging takes place.”

  “Why do you know so much about this?” Tyler chuckled, scooping some water with the bowl and splashing himself with it. Now it was me watching droplets cascade down his chest, following their path down his abs and past the tantalizing V at his hips, and seeing them get absorbed into the towel that would come away completely at the lightest tug. My fingers twitched, but I kept them on the bench by my side.

  “It’s history.” Josh shrugged. “I find it interesting, and the library had a book about the cultural and historical significance of bathing houses, so . . .”

  Tyler smiled, a glint entering his gray eyes. “Why don’t you give us a demonstration then?”

  He nodded at the platform, then swiped his hair off his forehead. Even wet from the water he’d been throwing on himself, it still managed to get in his face.

  The grin Josh flashed him was downright wicked. “Great idea.”

  But it was Ethan who stood first, not even trying to grab at the towel. “If we’re spending more time in here, I need a drink of water, and I need to turn the steam down or I’ll pass out.”

  “Good thinking.” Josh nodded as he stood too, coming to stand directly in front of me. Apparently we were all abandoning our towels now, because suddenly I had a half-erect dick in my face. Not that I was complaining. I licked the moisture off my lips and looked up at him.

  The sound of the door closing behind Ethan mingled with the echo of Josh’s voice.

  “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 touch the most. The teasing was maddening, and since this was Tyler, I was positive he knew exactly what he was doing.

  After hours of this torture—OK, it was probably just a few minutes—his thumbs finally passed over my aching lips, pausing to massage the area for just a moment before moving away again.

  I groaned, mostly in protest. I wanted more.

  But they remained silent. Josh and Ethan’s caresses had nearly reached my shoulders, and Tyler started massaging my back in long, slow strokes.

  They worked together until every inch of my back was given the same treatment. Finally, Tyler’s lips pressed between my shoulder blades, and he gently trailed kisses all the way down my spine. Once his mouth reached the sensitive area of my lower back, he kissed, nipped, and licked my skin as he moved his fingers up the inside of my thigh, up to my core, and slid two fingers inside in one smooth, slick movement.

  I arched my back and moaned.

  As Tyler moved his fingers, sliding them in and out painfully slowly, more water was poured down the length of my spine. Tyler removed his fingers and licked all the way back up my body, his tongue gliding over each little bump of vertebrae. He kept his body low over mine, his heavy breaths loud in my ear, his hot chest trapping me against the hot tiles.

  “Turn over,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. And then he was gone. All their touch was gone.

  I was at their mercy, ready to do whatever they asked, and I moved to obey immediately. I lifted onto my elbows but paused.

  Alec was still in the same spot, his shoulders propped against the wall, his head leaning back.

  Sharing me didn’t come naturally to him, and he’d worked to get used to the idea. I’d had sex with more than one of them before, even with Alec involved, but we’d never done this before. I’d never had them all in the same room during sex, let alone have them all at the same time.

  And that’s exactly what I wanted. I hadn’t been thinking about it—or much of anything really, I was so lost in the sensations—but now I realized that was exactly how I wanted it to play out. I wanted them all, at the same time, equally. As in all other things.

  Alec met my gaze unflinchingly. He wasn’t paying a lick of attention to the other guys or what they were doing. His full focus was on me, the lust in my eyes, the anticipation in my face, the way my boobs pressed into the tiles every time I took a breath. He was here for me and nothing else, and he wasn’t leaving.

  In fact, I was pretty sure he was enjoying himself. His lips parted as his hooded eyes took me in. The towel was still in the same spot, just barely covering his crotch, but now the tip of his erect cock was visible over the top of the fabric.

  But I still needed to make sure. I focused on his eyes and mouthed, OK?

  He smirked in that delicious, intense way that could equally mean he was about to hurt me or kiss me. I’d take either at this point. I’d take everything Alec had to give and politely ask for more.

  He gave me one nod and pulled the towel away. I couldn’t have stopped my gaze from wandering down if I’d wanted to. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and took one long, slow stroke that made me want to crawl over there and help him out.

  But the others were getting impatient. Working together, they gently nudged and eased me onto my back.

  Now that I was facing up, my back pressing into the warm tiles, I couldn’t bring myself to close my eyes. Not with three such amazingly hot men leaning over me. So much glistening skin and corded muscle, the broad shoulders, the tight abs, the erect, proud cocks. They were all hard. For me.

  It was intoxicating.

  But their eyes, despite looking at me as if they each wanted to take a bite, were full of love. I felt safe, adored, worshipped.

  The metal bowls were refilled once more, and Ethan and Josh poured refreshing water over my neck, my sensitive, hard nipples, and down my belly. As they reached the apex of my thighs, Tyler pushed my knees apart and let the water sluice down. The sensation was a little weird, almost as if I were about to pee, but it was pleasant. The bowls were set aside, and then their hands were back—all their hands, kneading my body all over.

  Ethan and Josh concentrated on my top half, massaging my arms, shoulders, and chest; teasing me by avoiding my breasts; and moving down to caress my stomach. Meanwhile, Tyler settled himself between my legs and worked on my thighs, his fingers pushing harder and firmer, his movements sliding closer and closer to where I wanted him most. His ability would’ve been telling him exactly where I wanted those hands. Any of those hands, all of them.

  Usually when we made love, he blew my mind, picking up on every little thing I wanted and doing it before I could even voice the desire. But this time, he was deliberately denying me, teasing me. They all were, and I was starting to unashamedly writhe under their touch, looking for more friction, more . . . anything to satisfy this ache.

  As Ethan and Josh finally stepped it up, their hands caressing my breasts, Tyler followed through and swiped his thumbs over my folds, rubbing in an up-and-down motion but still avoiding the most sensitive spot. The frustration was becoming unbearable.

  “Please.” The word came out on a desperate whisper.

  “Enough.” Alec spoke for the first time, his voice low but commanding. “Make her come.”

  Tyler paused and looked up, one eyebrow arched, his lips quirked into an amused little smile. I couldn’t see Alec’s face behind me, but I could picture the challenge in his gaze.

  Tyler was the leader. It came naturally to him, and the others followed his lead because they trusted him. But every once in a while, Josh would step in to point out another option, and Alec would go completely off-script.

  I had a feeling we were going to have a lot of fun exploring this power dynamic between them. Little did they know, I was the one truly in charge. If I demanded something with enough seriousness, they would all willingly give it to me. That’s why I loved letting Tyler take the lead, take control of my pleasure—I trusted him without question and knew he would do as I ask
ed if it came down to it.

  So I kept my mouth shut, waiting to see who would win this tug of war . . . this time.

  “Why don’t you come and do it yourself?” Tyler resumed his movements, making me moan, but kept his gaze locked on Alec.

  “I’d prefer to watch for now. I want to see the look on her face when she shatters.”

  Tyler chuckled. “All right.”

  He slid his hands down my legs, shuffling back as he went. Before I could wonder where he was going, he lowered his head between my legs, wrapped his hands around my thighs, and stopped teasing. He didn’t nip and lick and ease me into it. He stuck his tongue out and licked me firmly and decidedly.

  I moaned in both relief and desperation. Tyler alternated between licking and sucking my clit and working the other areas with perfect pressure. His hands held my hips down, at his mercy.

  Josh wrapped his hand around the front of my neck and, before I could think about whether it made me more turned on or less, dragged his hand down my chest and took a firm hold of my left breast. His perfect mouth closed over my nipple and made me cry out again.

  Ethan laced his fingers through my right hand and kissed and licked his way to my other breast. His mouth was gentle, his tongue moving in wide, languorous swoops; Josh was a little rougher, raking his teeth over my sensitive flesh.

  I was moaning with every breath, the sounds echoing off the tiles. My entire body was a ball of sensation, pleasure, sex. The amount of build-up I’d had to endure meant I was close to climax within just a few moments of having their mouths on me. Every swipe of a tongue on my aching flesh sent me closer and closer to the edge.

  I gripped Ethan’s fingers and threaded my free hand into my hair, rolling my head back. As soon as my eyes connected with Alec’s, he moved toward me. He dropped to his knees, his cock inches from my face. I wanted it in my mouth, but I didn’t think I’d be able to give him a proper blow job—I was moaning and writhing too much, too lost in my own pleasure.

  But Alec surprised me anyway. He sat back on his heels and pulled my hand out of my hair with rough fingers. His other hand held my jaw as he kissed me.