Chapter 6: Hot Deep Water (Jonas)
The storm outside the spa suite windows howled like a beast, but inside, the air was thick with heat, steam, and the raw scent of sweat and arousal. Jeff's body glistened under the dim lights, his beefy frame sprawled on the sauna bench where we'd just spent the last half-hour edging each other to the brink without release. His cock stood thick and proud, veined and flushed, the dark hair at its base matted with sweat. My own erection throbbed painfully, begging for attention, but I held back. This was about him, about showing him what he'd been missing, what that "spark" he'd never felt could really mean.
I pulled him out of the sauna and into the main room, our naked bodies leaving wet footprints on the teak floor. The hot tub bubbled invitingly, jets churning the water into a frothy massage. "In," I said, voice rough with need. He stepped in first, sinking down with a groan as the hot water enveloped him up to his chest. I followed, straddling his lap immediately, our cocks brushing underwater in a teasing slide that made us both hiss.
His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into the lean muscle there. "Jonas... fuck, I need..."
"I know." I captured his mouth in a kiss, passionate and deep, tongues dueling as I ground down against him. The water sloshed around us, warm currents teasing our skin. His beard scratched against my scruff, a delicious friction that sent sparks down my spine. I kissed him like I wanted to devour him... slow at first, savoring the taste of salt and him, then harder, nipping his lower lip until he growled and pulled me closer.
Our chests pressed together, his hairy pecs rubbing against my smoother ones, nipples hardening from the contact. I reached down between us, wrapping my hand around both our cocks, stroking them together in the bubbling water. The slick heat made every slide electric, foreskins retracting to expose sensitive heads that bumped and glided. Jeff moaned into my mouth, hips bucking up, seeking more friction.
"God, you're so hard," I whispered against his lips. "Thick. Perfect for what I want to do to you."
His dark eyes met mine, pupils blown wide with lust. "What do you want?"
"You. All of you." I kissed down his neck, sucking on the pulse point there, tasting the salty sheen of sweat mixed with the mineral tang of the tub. My free hand trailed lower, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently before sliding further back. His breath hitched as my fingers brushed his taint, then circled his hole: tight, puckered, untouched until now.
"Jonas..."
"Relax," I murmured, kissing his collarbone, then lower to a nipple, sucking it into my mouth and flicking with my tongue. He arched, water splashing. My finger pressed against his entrance, teasing the rim without pushing in. "Tell me if it's too much."
"More," he demanded, voice gravelly. "I want it."
I smiled against his skin and dipped my finger into the water for extra slickness, though the heat and our arousal made everything slippery. Slowly, gently, I breached him... just the tip at first, feeling the tight ring clench around me. He gasped, hands tightening on my shoulders, but he pushed back, taking more.
"Fuck... that's..."
"Good?" I worked my finger deeper, crooking it to brush his prostate. His cock jumped in my other hand, leaking precum that clouded the water slightly.
"Intense. Don't stop."
I added a second finger, scissoring them carefully, stretching him open. The warm water helped, but I took my time, kissing him through every inch, whispering filth in his ear. "You're so tight, Jeff. Gonna feel amazing around my cock. Open up for me, yeah? Let me in."
He rocked against my hand, breaths coming in pants, his thick shaft pulsing in rhythm with my thrusts. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the tub, mixing with the steam rising around us. I fingered him slow and deep, hitting that spot over and over until he was whimpering, actual whimpers from this big, beefy man, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever heard.
"Ready for me?" I asked, pulling my fingers free. He nodded frantically, eyes glazed.
I lifted myself slightly, positioning my cock at his entrance above the water with some silicone lube. The head nudged his hole, and I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, providing just enough lubrication to go back underwater. He was tight, god, so tight... clenching around me like a vice, but I went gentle, watching his face for any sign of pain. His mouth fell open, a low moan escaping as I bottomed out, balls pressed against his ass.
"Fuck, Jonas... you're inside me."
"Yeah. Feel that?" I rolled my hips experimentally, grinding deep. The jets pounded against our sides, adding to the sensation.
He nodded, pulling me down for another kiss: passionate, desperate, tongues tangling as I started to move. Slow thrusts at first, pulling out halfway then sliding back in, feeling every ridge and clench. The water sloshed with each motion, splashing over the edges. His hairy chest heaved, nipples hard peaks I leaned down to suck, biting gently.
"Harder," he begged after a few minutes, hands on my ass, urging me deeper.
I obliged, picking up pace but keeping it gentle: long, rolling thrusts that hit his prostate on every in-stroke. He wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me closer, our bodies slapping together under the surface. The suite echoed with our moans, the wet sounds of fucking, the bubble of the jets.
"You're taking me so well," I groaned, forehead against his. "So hot inside. Squeezing me like you don't want me to leave."
"Don't. Feels... incredible."
I reached between us, stroking his cock in time with my thrusts... firm, twisting pulls that made him arch. His balls drew up tight, but I slowed, edging him again. "Not yet. Want you to feel everything."
We fucked like that for what felt like hours: slow, gentle, building the heat until we were both trembling. The storm outside mirrored the one inside me, wind rattling the windows as I drove into him deeper, kissing every inch of skin I could reach: his neck, his shoulders, his bearded jaw.
"I'm close," I finally gasped, thrusts turning erratic. "Where do you want it?"
"On me," he demanded, voice wrecked. "Chest. Cock. Cum on me."
That pushed me over. I pulled out with a wet pop, straddling his lap higher, stroking myself furiously. He watched, eyes hungry, hand on my thigh. "Give it to me."
I came with a shout, ropes of hot cum painting his hairy chest: thick white streaks across his pecs, dripping down toward his abs. More landed on his cock, mixing with the water and his own precum.
"Fuck yes," he growled, scooping some of my release from his chest and wrapping it around his shaft. He jerked himself slow at first, using my cum as lube... slick, messy, the sight so filthy it made my spent cock twitch. His hand flew faster, thumb rubbing the head, smearing us together.
"Come for me, Jeff," I whispered, leaning down to kiss him again, tasting the salt of our sweat.
He did... hips bucking, a deep moan ripping from his throat as he shot across his own stomach, mixing with mine in pearly pools. His body shuddered, cock pulsing in his grip until he was empty, spent.
We sank back into the water, breaths ragged, the jets massaging our oversensitive skin. I pulled him close, but as the high faded, I felt him tense slightly in my arms.
"Jeff?" I murmured, kissing his temple.
He hesitated, eyes on the window where snow still fell. "This... it's amazing, but... what if I'm just... broken? Never felt this before. With anyone."
Regret laced his voice, a shadow of doubt. I held him tighter, arms wrapped around his broad back, our cum-smeared chests pressing together. "Hey. Look at me."
He did, dark eyes vulnerable.
"There's nothing wrong with you," I said firmly, hand cupping his bearded cheek. "Nothing. You've just been waiting for the right spark. And this? Us? It's real. It's good. Doesn't mean you were broken before. It means you were searching. And now you've found something."
He searched my face, then nodded slowly, tension easing. "Yeah. Maybe."
We moved to the lounge area, a plush daybed piled with towels and cushions, overlooking the storm. I pulled him down with me, cuddling close, his head on my chest. My fingers traced lazy patterns on his hairy arm, his breath evening out against my skin.
"No regrets," I whispered. "Just this."
He sighed, content now, and held me back. The night stretched ahead, warm and full of promise.
... To be continued
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