47. The Staycation
Chapter forty-seven
The Staycation
Edward
The next day…
We need a break from all this. From Drake’s situation, from the hospital, from everything that would distract us from what’s most important in life: each other.
“Okay,” I announce as I clap my hands together. “I called you all here this late afternoon to tell you how this is going to go. I’ve hired a babysitter to take care of Alex until tomorrow.”
“What the heck...?”
“It’s Sharon, Drake. Don’t worry about the who. Anyway, I need each of you to go home and pack a bag with just your essentials for one night.”
“Are you going to clue us in, or are you going to keep us in the dark?”
Stanley looks more annoyed than anyone else in the room; he prefers to know what’s going on before he makes a decision.
“After what happened yesterday, we all need a break. From everything. And that’s why we’re all going to have a staycation at The Sapphire Hotel.”
“Holy shit...”
“What, what?” Maria turns in her seat to stare at Stan. “What’s the Sapphire Hotel?”
“Only the most exclusive five-star hotel in the area. How did you score us a stay?”
“One, I’ve got connections. Two, I’ve got money. Those two things pretty much make anything possible.” I don’t mean it to sound like a brag, but I’m not going to humble myself at a time like this.
“One room for all of us, double king. Room service, swimming in the pool, soaking in the steam room, you name it. We’ve all had enough the past couple of months, and we deserve a break from it all.”
The three look at each other, their faces splitting with grins.
“I don’t see why not. What time should we meet you there?” Stan is already putting on his coat.
“Check-in time’s at four.”
The interior of the hotel is more than I could have imagined. Mirror-polished floors, tall marble columns, several glittering chandeliers... it looks like it’s a set out of a movie.
I’m afraid to touch anything.
“Right this way.” The man near the door escorts us up to the front desk before departing to continue his task.
“Good evening, the four of you. Name, please?”
“Edward Gutierrez.”
“Let me look... Ah, there it is. Yes, just one night, all the amenities... It looks like you’re all set. Will the rest of you need an extra keycard?”
The three standing behind me look at each other to come to some kind of consensus.
“I think we’ll only need the one, thank you.”
The concierge nods, swipes another keycard, and hands it to Maria.
“Will you be needing help to bring your bags up?”
“Oh, I think we should be fine. We packed light.”
“Very well. Have a great rest of your evening.”
Once the elevator takes us up to the sixth floor, Maria practically sprints down the hallway toward our room, eager to get inside first. Stan and Drake give chase; I watch in amusement, relishing their sounds of merriment. It feels like forever since I’ve heard anything like that.
The door opens with a heavy clunk, and Maria shoves her way inside.
The soft hum of the city outside seeps through the sheer curtains, filtering the vibrant nightlife into the opulent hotel room.
Drenched in soft golden light from the lamps in the corners, it is a sanctuary of indulgence, adorned with plush furnishings and an inviting king-sized bed draped in soft cotton sheets.
The air is thick with anticipation, charged with an electricity that is almost palpable.
“Wait here,” Maria says with a cheekiness to her voice before skipping into the large bathroom. I hear the door lock but pay it no mind. I focus on getting my clothes put away and contemplating what to order from the room service menu.
It’s not long before the door opens again, revealing Maria in a blush-pink negligee that leaves very little to the imagination.
“Do you like it?” She turns this way and that, revealing the subtle curves of her hips and waist, the lithe shape of her thighs, and a sneak peek of her rear through the peekaboo window on the back of her panties.
She’s a striking woman whose confidence radiates from her as she surveys the scene before her, examining her domain and us, her loyal subjects.
Her face, framed by her dark hair, bears an allure of mischief and intrigue.
She wants to see where this evening is going to go.
I aim to help her navigate that path to a tumultuous, blissful end.
The thrill of the evening vibrates in the air, beckoning me to draw nearer before the others do.
I want her.
I can see Maria’s heart racing in the pulse of her neck. The sight of it rouses a heavy mix of excitement and nervousness that almost makes my hands tremble. I don’t know why I’m like this, why I feel like this. I can’t remember the last time I was nervous about making love to a woman.
“Your hands are shaking,” she whispers as I lower myself to my knees before her. Her pupils are dilated, a mixture of excitement and wariness tugging on the middle of her brows.
“Are you okay?”
I try my best to put on a normal smile, to convince her that everything is fine. But that would be lying.
I’m scared shitless.
“Never been better. Tonight’s just different, you know?”
“What makes it so different?” she asks breathlessly, her pupils dilating so large I can barely see the colors of her irises.
“I think I’m in love with you. I’m pretty sure you’re in love with us too.”
“I...” Her breath hitches in her throat. What I don’t hear her doing is denying any of it.
“I don’t know how long, but I’ve felt it deep in my core for a while now. I think I was just waiting for the right time, after all of this drama with Drake was taken care of.”
“I knew. I know when I knew. The day Drake told us about his license getting revoked. There was some deep primal urge to protect him and do everything I could to make it all better. And then I saw the way you and Stanley comforted him, sticking up for him... Right in front of me were, are, three men who would do anything for each other and anyone they cared about. I knew with all of you, I could feel safe again.”
Again. The image of her mourning face the day she’d lost her lover flashes to the forefront of my mind. She really loved him deeply, didn’t she? Now, we get to experience some of her love.
“I think I’ve known longer than that. Part of me was afraid to say anything.”
“And why would that make you scared?”
“Let’s just say I haven’t been in a serious relationship in a long time.”
Maria bites the corner of her lip with a smile, her fingers dancing delicately over the buttons on my shirt.
Soon, Drake and Stan take up spots on either side of me, both on their knees as they wait for their turns.
My hands dance along the edge of the dark purple silky nighty Maria has on, the city lights pouring in and casting a sheen on the fabric.
It hugs and accentuates each of her curves.
That leaves me in a state of limbo: admiring her in her current state of dress or stripping it clean from her body.
She gives my collar a tug, and I stand for her so that she can finish undoing my buttons.
Once done, she gestures for Drake next and does the same.
Then Stan. We all stand shirtless before her, her unique magnetism drawing us to her as she slides backward onto the large bed.
I can’t help but follow, never wanting her to stray too far so that I can no longer smell her. Clean with a hint of subtle perfume.
She props herself up against the mountain of piles, posing regally like some kind of goddess waiting to be worshipped.
She’s the very object of our attention. Her toes curl against the fabric as the three of us continue to close in on her; the sight of it delivers a delicious shiver of anticipation through me.
She curls a finger towards Stan, and he slides into the spot beside her.
Her short nails dig into the skin of his chest, and I watch as their tongues lash against each other in a heated kiss.
A thump of heat radiates from my loins as my hands caress her calves, slowly sliding higher in expectation of finding their goal.
Maria hums in the kiss, and her legs naturally fall apart, causing the silk fabric to ride up higher on her thighs and exposing what I’ve been waiting for.
Matching panties, made of nothing but lace and leaving nothing to the imagination.
Her perfect pink slit is bared to me, begging for me to dive in and treat myself to every inch of it.
I press my face against her inner thigh and breathe deeply.
She smells intoxicating, so much so that the ache in my loins is too much to bear.
I flick the buckle of my belt open and rip my pants and boxer briefs clean off, a welcoming relief for my rigid member.
I hear Maria chuckle slightly under her breath, her gaze fixed on me as Stan lavishes the side of her neck with his mouth.
“Someone’s eager.”
Her words dance in one ear and out the other as I return to the source of my lust. I kiss the soft skin just beneath the lace, waiting for her permission and commands.
This is her chance to explore her every desire, to push aside her boundaries and discover the world of pleasures she could only ever dream about.
My heart swells with pride that I get to be a part of this.
Stan and Drake do me the pleasure of slipping the satin straps from her shoulder, the flimsy fabric slipping down until her perfect breasts are exposed.
Drake is the first to capture one of her nipples between his lips; Stan massages the other as they return to kissing each other, leaving me waiting. And wanting.
I chance a sucking kiss at her outer folds, teasing her further, inspiring her to give me something to do. As much as the other two are willing to play it by ear, I want her to control my every move.
Maria’s muffled squeal tells me everything I need to know, but I don’t oblige. If she wants more of this, she’s going to have to tell me.
“More,” she whispers huskily, her dark eyes drunk with desire. “Go back.”
“Tell me where.”
Maria lets out a whine and tugs the barely-there underwear to one side. Expert fingers part her outer folds to expose the already swollen nub deep between.
“Here.”
“Here?” My tongue darts out and flicks the very tip. The electric keen that catches in her throat sends more heat radiating down my back.
“There~” She whines more as she slips her thighs over my shoulders, leaving me no room for escape. I drag my tongue across her, much slower this time, to increase the intensity and force my pleasured sounds out of her. Music to my ears.
“Are you ready for this?” I ask, my lips already slick from her juices, my voice breaking beneath the heady tone of lust.
“Yeah...” Her voice remains steady, though I can see her pulse pounding faster in her neck, feel it in her inner thigh. I’m exactly where she wants me to be.
Her hands grab the back of my head when I dive back in and hold me in place as she softly grinds herself against my mouth.
Her breasts and neck are already flushed red, and the pleasure twisting her expression inspires me to continue.
But I don’t want this to end early. I want to draw this out as much as possible so that she’s practically begging me for more.
All of us for more.
“Let’s show you how much we want you,” Stan whispers against the skin of her neck and joins Drake at her breasts.
The room is filled with moans of desire, echoing off the empty walls and washing every inch of our skin.
Nothing matters outside of this room. Nothing but how much we mean to each other.
“I want to feel all of you,” she pines between each gasp for air. The thrill of her words hangs in the air like shimmering threads of yearning, ready to drag our bodies around to commit whatever act will bring her ecstasy.
“Flip over.”
For a second, I don’t know who she’s talking to, but with one fluid motion, she twists her thighs around my head to flip me onto my back. I gasp in both surprise and delight, enticed by her act of taking charge. Now, I really have no room to escape, trapped between her thighs and the bed.
I don’t mind.
I go back to devouring her with more fervor, her gyrations growing in intensity. I hear the sounds of more buckles being undone and fabric being shifted. Twin groans fill the room, and I open my eyes to see Maria going down on Stan while she strokes off Drake with her free hand.
Another ache thumps against my inner thighs, and I’m reminded of how tight I feel. I curl my fingers around my length and stroke myself to Maria’s beat, pretending as if she’s the one rubbing me out right now.
Not the same, but it's close enough.