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Shane hears a knock on the door of his hotel room. He wonders who it could be at this hour considering his girlfriend has her own keycard to let herself in with. He opens the door to be met with Roz. “Roz, what are you doing here?” Shane asks, but instead of answering him, Roz pushes himself into the hotel room and presses Shane against the wall. Shane gasps at this unexpected turn of events. “You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me, just begging for me to stake my claim on you for. Wanting me to ruin you,” Roz asks. Before Shane can even comprehend what’s happening, Roz is attacking his neck, staking his claim while undoing the buttons of Shane’s shirt. Shane slides his shirt off with practiced smoothness completely forgetting about his girlfriend. He lets Roz undo his slacks and push his boxers down. Roz then pushes Shane onto to the bed, the bed he shares with you.
“Wait, no, we can’t, my girlfriend,” Shane protests as Roz pumps Shane’s cock.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it all figured out.” Roz then goes to one of the bedside drawers and pulls out a bottle of lube. How he knew that was in there, Shane couldn’t understand. Roz then pours lube on his fingers before asking “Ready?” Shane throws all his inhibitions away and nods, he blames this on the drinks he had tonight. Roz starts by inserting just one finger, but the moan Shane lets out lets Roz know he’s enjoying it. He inserts a second finger and then a third, each thrust allowing Roz to tease Shane’s prostate. Shane lets out a pornographic moan with each brush against his prostate. He doesn’t hear the door open until you start talking.
“Hey, Roz, I got your text,” you stop mid-sentence. “What is this?”
Shane immediately pulls himself off of Roz’s fingers and covers himself with his hands even though you’ve seen him naked many times before. “It’s not what it looks like,” Shane starts while Ilya just stands back with a smirk.
“Really, because it looks like you’ve started without me,” you say as you take off your heels.
“No, Roz just burst in here with no warning and we’ve both had our fair share of drinks and,” Shane starts before actually processing your words. “Started without you?” Shane questions.
“Yeah, Roz here texted me with a proposition, a threesome with you and him, and I thought what better way to deal with your little crush.” Shane sputters.
“I don’t have a crush on Roz, you know I love you and only you.”
“Really because the hickeys on your neck seem to say otherwise. Listen, I see the way you look at him longingly, despite your best attempts, you’re not exactly subtle.”
“So what, we have this threesome for me to get out my feelings for Roz and then we go our separate ways?”
“No, this threesome will hopefully be the start of a new chapter of our relationship, one that includes Roz,” you say.
“Although you’ll still have to keep it hidden, I can’t imagine if news broke about an unconventional relationship between the three of us, it could ruin both of your careers.”
“I like the thought of being a dirty little secret,” Roz interjects. Both of you look to Roz and realize he’s stripped down to his boxers. “Getting to fuck you behind closed doors sounds exhilarating. And a girlfriend with a nice pair of tits is a plus.”
Shane is dumbfounded by the proposition you’ve both made and gets brought to reality by you asking Roz to unzip your dress. “With pleasure,” Roz responds, mouthing at your neck as he undoes your zip. The dress falls to the floor and it’s that moment that Shane realizes that you’re only wearing a pair of seamless panties underneath. Shane’s seen you like this a thousand times, he shouldn’t be so dumbstruck by your body. But with Roz’s hands palming at your tits while he continues to ravage your neck, it causes his brain to malfunction. You let out a soft moan as Roz tweaks your nipple before saying “We shouldn’t keep the man of the hour waiting.” Roz reluctantly stops sucking on your neck and walks over to the bed where Shane is. He removes his boxers while you remove your panties.
Then it’s just you three, as naked as the day you were born. The room is slightly chilly, leaving goosebumps scattered across your skin. Roz takes initiative and starts slathering lube on his cock to prepare it for Shane. This causes you to come to your senses and move to hover over Shane’s cock, your wetness leaking onto him. You then align his cock and sink down. Shane lets out a loud moan at your action. As soon as you’re comfortable with his length inside you, you start bouncing. It at this moment that Roz decides Shane is prepped enough and slowly inserts himself into other man who responds with another loud moan. You time your bounces with Roz’s thrusts, causing Shanes brain to go haywire. Roz then proceeds to put his hand on your clit, rubbing it furiously. He knows he’s doing a good job by the slutty moans you let out which he swallows with a kiss. Your red lipstick rubs off on his lips, but he couldn’t give two shits because he’s having the time of his life. With each thrust, Roz hits Shane’s prostate, causing the other man to moan loudly.
“I’m close,” Shane cries out. Roz proceeds to rub your clit even harder, knowing that you coming will send Shane over the edge. You stop your bouncing as you clench tightly around Shane, wetness burst from you as you moan. Shane follows suit, coming inside of your tight pussy like he has many times. Before you can get yourself off of Shane’s cock, Roz lifts you up and sets you on the bed next to Shane. Roz is chasing his high while Shane clenches around him. Finally he reaches his peak, filling Shane’s ass with his seed.
He stays there for a minute before removing himself. He quickly goes to the bathroom to wet a washcloth to clean the both of you up. “You’ve never squirted for me before,” Shane says, but you’re too busy coming down from your high to respond, just snuggling closer to your boyfriend. Ilya comes back with a damp washcloth and spreads your legs open to clean you up. The rough fabric of the washcloth catches on your clit, causing you to whine.
“I know, I know,” Roz responds softly. Shane realizes this is the softest he’s ever seen Roz, soaking it in before he comes over to Shane and cleans him off. You make grabby arms to Roz, silently asking to snuggle as you come down from subspace. “Okay, okay,” Roz relents. He situates himself between the two of you under the covers. Both you and Shane are lulled to sleep by the beat of Ilya’s heart. By the time Shane wakes up, Roz is gone, the only evidence he was ever here was the discarded washcloth and a note written on the hotel’s note pad with a time, date and place.