Hotel Room Nights Ch. 05

Finally, gravity has pulled me back to earth, and now I'm feeling all the feelings I should have felt last night. Shame for really having sex while someone watched and masturbated, jealousy that Mark might try to take my man, anxiety because I don't think my pockets are deep enough to maintain this lifestyle, and every other negative feeling.

Waking up felt nice though. As on schedule I woke up at six, to see Danny's beautiful face asleep in front of mine. I gave him a quick kiss and went back to sleep, only to wake up two hours later to see it still there. He's really a sleeper. Mark's hands on his chest reminded me of all that happened last night. I woke up and went to clean up in the bathroom.

I hadn't realized how long I had taken in there but when I came out Danny and Mark were up, sitting up in bed and completely naked. Mark is lying face up on his back and Danny is sitting at the edge of the bed, his nude body facing away from me.

And this is where we are now.

I'm not a prude but I suppose if one is comparing the three of us, then I'm the prude. My robe is closed, I'm not about to have a repeat of last night (I hope). I'll be strong today.

"If hotels have a water bill you're paying for all that," Danny says turning his head to me. His voice and smile weaken me that it takes a moment for his comment to register. I only shrug.

"Morning," I reply, trying to find a perfect spot in the room to go to. I'm sure I look like a fool just wandering and looking around the room, so I opt to leave. My eyes are laser focused on the door as I begin to walk in that direction. I walk the beige carpet and reach my target without protest, but as soon as I put my hand on the knob...

"Hey," Danny's voice calls out. I haven't viewed him from the front yet, and I'm not about to. I turn my head to the side just to acknowledge that I heard him.

"I'm going to go change," I say. I'm trying not to make my inner struggle obvious, but I'm pretty sure my voice came out choked and high key.

"Come give me a kiss goodbye," it says. I really don't want to, but as usual my body acts without approval from my mind. My hand lets go of the knob and I turn around. I can only use my hands to pull the robe to hug my body tighter and to tighten the belt. I'm not about to have that sort of wardrobe malfunction in my moment of weakness.

My eyes turn to Danny, and travel down his body to his cock, no pretense whatsoever. He's hard and in his seated position it points at the ceiling light above my head. I so want to help relieve him, but I tell myself it's just morning wood, it'll pass once he takes a piss. I reach him and bend over and give him only a peck on the lips. He laughs.

"Morning breath," I say. Then he laughs again. At this point I'm convinced he's laughing just to weaken me. An expectant smile is on his face. My eyes turn to Mark for only a moment to see him smiling at the scene before him. An expectant look is on his face too, but I'm sure he's expecting something different. Maybe something to jerk off to later while his girlfriend sleeps.

I bend over to kiss him again. This time he grabs my head with both hands, there's no escaping it. I allow myself to get lost in the kiss for only a moment, then I pull away. He doesn't allow me to, standing up with me and wrapping his arms around my waist. In a moment of complete strength, I pull my head away again, creating a few inches of distance between our faces.

"Okay," he says, letting me go, finally understanding my predicament. His fingers linger on my waist before dropping to his sides. He drops back to sit on the bed, smiling up at me. I'm lost for a moment but in another instance I realize why he's smiling. I'm rock hard and my obvious erection is making a tent on the robe. The shape is comical in how it's pointed right at his face. Fuck me! Not literally.

It won't happen. I already told myself that it wouln't happen, so no matter how great the urge to just make a small parting of my robe and aim for his mouth, I won't. Instead, I put my hands over my crotch and pray that there's nobody in the hallway. I haven't seen many people in the hallways anyway, but a situation like this usually just randomly attracts people.

I turn around and make my way to the door, freezing when I hear the voice again.

"Come back in forty five minutes and I'll take you guys out for breakfast," he says.

"Okay," I say rushing to open the door and getting the hell out of there. That was close

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I rush to my room and fall against the door as soon as I'm safely inside. It's set up in pretty much the same way as Danny's room, the only major difference being the amount of fucking that goes on in each room. We usually sleep in his room so mine may be used for an afternoon romp, and that's usually it.

My mind goes crazy at the thought that I sleep with him. At some point we're either going to have to go to the next level or I might have to start the process of getting over him. Either