Chapter 2 / the vacations continue /

Chapter 2

My name is Raúl and we're going to continue with this series of adventures on vacation, I hope you enjoy.

The aroma of freshly made coffee filled the hotel restaurant, mixed with the murmur of the guests and the clinking of dishes. Adrián and I were sitting by the window, enjoying a quiet breakfast after our arrival at the hotel to celebrate our third anniversary. He looked radiant, his gray t-shirt hugging his pectorals like a second skin, the morning sweat leaving a subtle shine on his dark skin. His dark eyes sparkled with a mixture of satisfaction and mischief, a reminder of the previous night: Adrián moaning under Carlos's body, his smooth skin rubbing against the grayish hair, my desire burning as I watched from the edge of the jacuzzi. That experience had ignited something new in us, and now, seeing him biting into a toast with that smile, I felt our love stronger than ever.

"Are you still thinking about last night?" Adrián asked, his voice low, passing me a strawberry with his fingers, the warm touch of his skin sending a shiver down my spine. I took it, letting my lips brush against his fingers on purpose. "I haven't stopped thinking about it," I admitted, my gaze fixed on his carnal lips. "Damn, love, you were incredible, surrendered, trembling." He blushed, but his smile widened, his fingers squeezing my knee under the table. "And you, looking at me like that, made me feel invincible," he said, his voice loaded with tenderness. "Do you think we could... repeat something like that?" My heart skipped a beat, the morbid curiosity awakening like a fire. "If you want, I'm ready," I replied, my voice trembling with anticipation.

A familiar shadow approached our table. Carlos, with that imposing presence that filled the space, stopped in front of us. His blue shirt, unbuttoned to the chest, revealed the hair that had hypnotized us the night before. "Good morning, guys," he said with a warm smile, although his eyes had a mischievous sparkle that promised more. "How are you after last night?" His tone was respectful, almost chivalrous, but the spark in his gaze did not go unnoticed.

Adrián straightened up, smiling with a touch of coquetry. "Very well, thank you," he said, his voice soft but playful. I nodded, holding Carlos's gaze. "It was... unforgettable," I added, letting the words hang in the air. Carlos laughed, a deep laugh that vibrated in my chest. "I'm glad to hear that. Listen, there's a special event tonight in the penthouse. Private party, just for a few. Good music, drinks, and a very... free atmosphere. Are you interested?" I looked at Adrián, whose eyes lit up with curiosity. "Sounds perfect," I said, and he nodded enthusiastically. "We'll be there."

Carlos raised his coffee cup in a casual toast. "Excellent. I'll introduce you to a friend, Paul. I think you'll like him." With a wink, he said goodbye, leaving us with a thrill of excitement running through our v...