“Darlin’, someone’s at the door!” Miles kept ruffling his hair with a towel, standing naked in the glaring lights of the hotel bathroom. "I’m still naked.“
"Oh good,” drifted Penny’s voice from outside the bathroom. Miles heard the lock rasp and Penny speak with someone – a man – in low tones. Her giggle broke up the undertones and Miles squinted one eye at himself in the mirror.
The door shut. There was no sound, even when Miles froze. "Hello? Penny?“
"Come on out, you. And happy freakin’ birthday.”
“But I’m – ” He caught the urgency and blazed through the door, boldly naked.
Penny perched on the edge of the queen bed, in the nude herself. She wiggled her toes in delight and grinned. "Miles, this is Darren. He’s going to, uh, hang out with us.“
Miles’s gaze dropped to what was indeed hanging with Darren. The dark-skinned man was wearing a man-thong and nothing else, and it barely concealed what appeared to be a very, very sizable boner. He was standing a respectful distance away from Penny, though, despite his lack of clothing, and Miles’s imagination did a gleeful little dance as he realized the possibilities of the situation.
"Well,” he said, smiling, extending his hand to Darren but glancing at Penny with a doting smile (thanks, you, I love you so fucking much), “this will be fun.”
Penny clapped her hands together in delight. "YES. Best birthday ever.“
"Let’s do it,” Darren said, and tackled them both so they collapsed in a nearly-naked pile on the bed. In the chaos, his thong came free and landed on the corner of the TV. Darren arranged himself at the top of the bed, while Miles tried not to look too hard at his rising cock.
“I do what you want,” he said with a shrug, when he realized neither of the couple were making a move. "What’s first?“
Penny got a sly smile on her face. "Suck his cock,” she said, pointing at Miles.
“As my lady commands!” Darren scooted forward and ran his wide tongue up Miles’s cock. Miles shuddered as Darren got to the tip, but he closed his eyes and relaxed into the substantial pull Darren had. His fists began to clench at his belly and he was moving with the fellatio, and suddenly Penny was there, pulling Darren off and laughing.
“Enough! You’re going to make this a lot quicker process than I paid you for.”
The big black man looked suddenly sheepish in front of the tiny redhead. "Sorry about that,“ he mumbled.
Miles drew in a long breath. "Phew. It’s fine. But do her now. And,” he said, his eyes lighting up, “I will too. You good with that, darlin’?”
“Perfectly,” Penny said, with a grin that said she thought much more highly of it than she was saying.
Darren lay down and Penny straddled him. He ran his dark hands over her pale skin, letting out a low whistle as he clasped her by the hips. "You are tiny, little lady.“
"Yoga,” Penny said, flipping her hair into a quick bun. She leaned down over Darren so her breasts dangled in his face, and while he lapped at her nipples, she looked over her shoulder at Miles. She gave him a smile that was pure love and affection and then tilted so her ass was presented to him. "Please?“ She wriggled slightly.
Overwhelming adoration rushed through Miles, hardening his cock again. "Shut up and let me do my work,” he growled playfully, reaching up and turning her face by her cheeks so she was looking down at Darren. "Enjoy my present.“
Penny let out a squeak as Darren entered her. "Oh god. That’s new. And big. Miles! Please!” Her voice was breathier now, more desperate.
Miles took her ass in both hands and squeezed it together, then bent and flicked his tongue around her asshole to wet it. She moaned and arched her back, more readily displaying her offering, and Miles hefted himself, reached for the lube on the nightstand, and pressed up against her. He eased in, gauging his speed and eagerness on Penny’s soft sounds, and then he looked down. Three sets of legs: one pale, two hairy, one darker than a night sky. He grinned and began to thrust slowly.
The contented groans of three human beings wound around one another and filled the hotel room.