Chapter 473: In the Hotel with Sydney and Cindy [1] [R-18 Contents!]

After talking things out with the others, I headed upstairs back to my room to rest.

Yeah, it was clearly not like me to rest while the sun was still high in the sky in the middle of the day, but my body was still aching and recovering from the injuries I had sustained during my fight against Gaspar. I needed to be mentally and, especially, physically ready for tonight, in absolute peak form to stand there and face whatever came next, especially him. I was the only one who could hold him back if he returned.

Now that I knew he was stronger than me, I had to take things through different methods. But I was ready for anything. As long as I took away his means of pressuring me, I was certain I could gain the advantage over him. He was always wary of getting too close because of the Starakian technology in our possession, and that dangerous tech was our way to get to him.

He would be especially warier after having taken head on that Starakian Bomb.

I closed my eyes and took slow, deep breaths, trying to calm my pounding heart. I felt incredibly nervous and frightened that everything might end wrong. But so far, everything was going smoothly. Gaspar hadn’t noticed a thing. Tommy had been completely stealthy and had everything prepared. The element of surprise was our greatest advantage, and hopefully, we could leave without them even noticing anything.

I frowned deeply, turning onto my side with a frustrated groan.

Damn it. I can’t even sleep.

My brain kept spinning, frantically imagining every worst-case and best-case scenario.

While I lay there, I heard the door of my room opening. I didn’t pay much attention at first, until I heard the door click securely shut again.

I turned around to see who it was, and my breath caught. Sydney was standing there, with Cindy right beside her.

"Can’t sleep, can you?" Sydney said, chuckling. "Afternoon nap before a suicide mission? That’s ambitious, Ryan. Even for you."

I exhaled, a long, ragged sound. "Well, now you’ve definitely guaranteed I won’t—"

But the words died in my throat.

Because Sydney was already moving, not toward the chair, not toward the window, but toward me, and her hands were already pulling at the hem of her jacket, shrugging it off her shoulders with a motion that sent it sailing onto the floor. Then her fingers found the hem of her t-shirt, and she peeled it upward, over her head, in one lift.

The dark blue bra underneath was stark against her skin. Her stomach was lean, the muscles just visible beneath the skin, a faint trail of goosebumps rising as the cooler air hit her.

My brain stuttered seeing that.

"Sydney..." I called her slowly.

She didn’t answer with words. She just smiled and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt. A single motion, and it slid down her legs, over the dark tights that hugged her calves and knees, and pooled at her feet.

She stepped out of it, leaving herself in nothing but that matching dark blue underwear, a triangle of lace at her hips, a slender band around her ribs, and a whole lot milky white skin in between.

I swallowed.

I gulped slightly, my throat dry. I glanced over at Cindy, who was almost hiding in the back, blushing intensely. But she reached out toward her shirt and took it off, then slid her pants off, standing there in white underwear.

"W...wait, Sydney, Cindy? What’s going on?" I asked them. Was this some kind of wet dream of mine or something? But it looked very real.

"It’s not a dream, Ryan, but very real," Sydney smirked, climbing onto the bed. I felt her weight press into the mattress as she crawled closer.

"It’s the middle of the day," I said, dumbfounded.

"Perfect time," Sydney said, leaning over me. "Nobody is inside the hotel, they’re all outside doing their things, and they won’t be able to hear us." Her fingers reached for my trousers, slipping beneath the fabric and pulling down forcefully.

I took a sharp breath, feeling her fingers against my skin. "Wait... you serious?" I asked, looking at Cindy, who was also climbing onto the bed.

"I am..." Cindy nodded, blushing in embarrassment, having clearly been dragged into this by Sydney.

"You’ve looked pretty down lately and very much on edge," Sydney murmured, her hands slipping lower to pull down my trousers along with my briefs, letting my heat spring free into the open air. "So we thought you might also need some stabilization."

"Stabilization," I repeated nearly choking.

"That goes both ways, Ryan," Sydney said, her thumb tracing the sensitive ridge just below the head, a slow, maddening circle. "We can see you’re carrying something different. And it’s our job—" she paused, her stroke lengthening, her grip tightening just a fraction, "—as your women, to ease that tension."

I bit the inside of my cheek, but a groan still escaped.

Then Cindy moved.

She had been hovering at the periphery of my vision but now she climbed onto the mattress beside me, her weight dipping the springs. As she leaned forward, and I caught a glimpse of the valley between her breasts—soft, pale, the faintest sheen of sweat at her collarbone. The hollow of her throat. The rapid pulse beating just beneath the skin.

And Sydney, was right there in front of me, her own chest pushed forward, her bra straining against the weight of her. They were fuller than Cindy’s, heavier, the dark blue lace cutting a sharp line across her skin, and I could see the shadow of her nipples through the fabric, hard and eager.

Fuck.

My cock swelled further in Sydney’s grip, hardening to the point of almost painful fullness, the blood rushing so fast I could feel my pulse in every inch of me.

Then Cindy’s hands found my shirt. Her fingers were trembling, just slightly, as she worked the buttons loose, one by one, her knuckles brushing against my stomach. Her palms flattened against my abdomen, warm and soft, tracing the ridges of muscle, the fading bruises, the sensitive skin along my ribs.

"C-Cindy..." I called out, my voice cracking.

She looked up at me, her cheeks burning, her eyes dark and glossy. "I know I’m not... I’m not very forward. Not like Sydney." She swallowed, her throat bobbing. "But you don’t have to hold back with us. Either of us. If you do—" she bit her lip, her fingers stilling against my chest, "—it feels like you don’t want us. Like you don’t desire us."

"No, I just—" I started, but the word died in a sharp, bitten-off grunt because Sydney had chosen that exact moment to lean down and drag her tongue across the head of my cock, her tongue curling just slightly at the top.

My hand shot to her hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, not to pull her away but to anchor myself.

She did it again with another long, slow lick, her eyes locked onto mine the entire time, a smirk curling the edges of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Cindy had finished with my shirt, pushing the fabric aside to bare my chest. She leaned down and pressed her lips against my sternum, and then her tongue trailed a wet, hot line across my pectoral, following the contour of muscle, pausing at my nipple to circle it with the very tip.

I shuddered.

She worked her way up, her mouth leaving a damp trail across my collarbone, my neck, the hinge of my jaw. Her face was inches from mine now, her breath hitching, her lips parted and glistening. And then she closed the gap and kissed me, her tongue sliding against my lower lip, asking for entry.

I gave it to her. My hand found the back of her neck, pulling her closer, and I kissed her back with all the pent-up frustration and need I’d been choking down for days. Her mouth was soft, sweet, a little clumsy, but eager, and the small, muffled "Hmm~" that escaped her vibrated against my lips like a purr.

Behind her, I heard and felt Sydney take me deeper. Her mouth enveloped my cock in one slow descent, her lips stretching around my girth, her tongue flattening along the underside. The warmth was sudden and overwhelming, a wet, silken pressure that made my hips buck off the mattress. I broke the kiss with Cindy, gasping, but she immediately recaptured my mouth, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me back into the tangle of tongues and breath.

I glanced, just for a second, and saw Sydney’s head bobbing between my thighs, her dark hair spilling across my hips, her cheeks hollowed with suction. She pulled back just enough to let her tongue swirl around the crown, then sank down again, taking me to the root, her nose brushing against my abdomen.

I groaned into Cindy’s mouth.

She pulled back, her lips glistening, her eyes half-lidded and dazed. Then, with a visible effort, she shifted, crawling back on all fours, positioning herself beside Sydney. The two of them bracketed my cock like a pair of predators sharing a kill, Sydney on the left, Cindy on the right, both on their hands and knees, their faces level with my straining length.

Sydney released me with a wet, obscene pop. Her lips were swollen, reddened, shiny with spit. She looked at Cindy, then at me, and she handed my cock over, pushing it gently toward Cindy’s waiting mouth.

Cindy blushed so deeply I could see the color spreading down her neck, past her collarbones. But she didn’t hesitate. She took me in her hand, her fingers wrapped around my shaft, softer than Sydney’s, a little more tentative, and then she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head.

I nearly came right there.

The sight alone, the exchange, the passing of my body between them like a gift, like a shared secret, was enough to send a jolt of pure, electric heat straight to my groin. And then Cindy’s mouth closed around me, hot and wet and so soft, and I felt my eyes roll back for a second.

"Do you like it?" Sydney asked teasingly. She had shifted lower, her breath now ghosting across my balls.

"Y...yeah," I managed, my voice strangled. "Yeah, I like it..."

She smiled wickedly and then she stuck out her tongue, not for my cock, which Cindy was now slowly bobbing on, taking me deeper inch by inch, but for my balls. She traced the seam of my sac with the flat of her tongue, a long, wet stripe that made my entire body seize. Then she took one of them into her mouth, sucking gently, rolling it against her palate, while her tongue lapped and circled.

I felt a shiver race down my spine, radiating outward to my fingertips, my toes. My hand found Sydney’s hair again, gripping, not guiding, just holding, and my other hand settled on the back of Cindy’s head, feeling the rhythm of her bobbing, the slight gag as she pushed too deep, the way she moaned around my length.

Sydney smirked against my skin, her lips still working my balls, sucking one then the other, her tongue flicking into the sensitive space behind them. She looked up at me through her lashes, watching my face twist with pleasure, and she hummed a satisfied vibration that traveled straight through my scrotum and up my shaft.

Cindy, meanwhile, had found her rhythm. She was no longer hesitating. Her hand gripped the base of my cock, stroking in time with her mouth, her lips sliding up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip with each retreat. She would pull off just enough to breathe, to slick me with spit, then sink down again, taking more each time, her throat relaxing to accommodate me.

And Sydney was licking my balls, sucking them, her fingers now stroking the inside of my thighs, the sensitive skin that made my muscles jump.

They worked together like they’d done this a hundred times before. One would take me deep while the other teased, licked, sucked; they would switch, trade, coordinate without words. Sydney would pull Cindy’s hair back just enough to let her take a breath, and then she’d dive back in, her mouth replacing Cindy’s on my shaft, taking me to the hilt while Cindy’s tongue lapped at my balls.

I could only grunt, groan, gasp, my vocabulary reduced to animal sounds. My hands gripped their hair, my hips twitching, my abs clenching with every wave of pleasure that crashed through me.

I lasted for maybe two minutes before their dual attack left me completely speechless and weak.

"I... I can’t..." I stammered out as a warning, thrusting my hips slightly toward Sydney’s mouth.

Sydney pulled her mouth back and immediately started stroking my length with fast, steady friction. "He’s coming, come on," Sydney called out softly to Cindy.

I watched them both, my chest heaving as Sydney stroked me rapidly while Cindy eagerly licked around my glans.

The overwhelming sensation was too much to hold back. I grunted in intense pleasure and finally broke, coming hard right in front of them.

Sydney and Cindy were leaning close together, so as I erupted, my release shot straight across both of their faces. I gasped and groaned, watching as I painted Sydney and Cindy white. Thick streaks coated their features, landing over their lips, noses, foreheads, and cheeks, with a few stray drops splattering into their hair.

Before the pulsing faded, Sydney leaned back in and took my cock deep into her mouth again. She took the last remaining shots directly onto her tongue, sucking and licking until every last drop was clean.