Chapter 6 //the closing… for now

Dawn was slipping through the curtains of Carlos's room, bathing Adrián's naked body. He lay on the king-size bed, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths, his sculpted pectorals shining with dried sweat, traces of the wild night still visible on his skin. The guilt of having slipped away to meet Carlos, Diego, and Javier mixed with an intoxicating satisfaction. He had been the center of their desires, a "piece of meat" devoured with hunger, and the intensity of that surrender had taken him to an ecstasy that still reverberated in his body.

In our room, I was waking up next to Matías, whose pale skin contrasted with the white sheets. The previous night had been a whirlwind of dominance and pleasure, with Matías surrendering to me with a fascination that fed my ego. His moans, his compact body trembling under my thrusts, had been a gift, and Adrián's blessing before leaving—"Give him everything, love"—had given me the freedom to enjoy him to the fullest. I did not suspect that Adrián had been with Carlos and his friends, nor that his departure under the excuse of tequila hid deeper intentions. To me, everything was perfect: our cuckold dynamic allowed us to explore without breaking our connection, and I trusted him completely.

Adrián returned to our room shortly after dawn, his hair messy and a tired but radiant smile on his face. He found me in the shower, the water running over my hairy body, and he did not hesitate to join me. "Good morning, love," he whispered, his hands sliding over my chest, his fingers tangling in my hair. I hugged him, the hot water amplifying the heat of our bodies. "Where did you go last night?" I asked, my tone playful, without a trace of suspicion. He laughed, his lips brushing my neck. "I went for more tequila, but I stayed chatting with some guys at the bar," he lied with a naturalness that surprised him. "I wanted to let you enjoy Matías." I nodded, kissing him deeply, my cock hardening against his thigh. "That boy won't forget last night," I said, smiling. "And neither will I." Adrián returned my smile, but in his mind, the images of Carlos, Diego, and Javier filled him, along with the desire to tell me everything… eventually.

The day passed with an apparent calm. We had breakfast on the terrace, Adrián devouring a plate of fruit while I watched him, captivated by his beauty. "We have to do something special today," I said, my hand brushing his. "Something that keeps us in that vibe." He nodded, his eyes shining with a mix of love and mischief. "How about a night at the beach? The hotel is organizing a private bonfire tonight. Music, drinks, and a fire show. Sounds perfect." The idea lit me up instantly. "Done," I replied, already imagining Adrián under the stars, his body drawing glances as always.

Meanwhile, at the gym, Adrián ran into Leo again. He had not planned it, but fate seemed determined to tempt him. Leo was doing squats, his firm ass tensing his shorts, his che...