"This is a terrible idea," Mark mutters, his voice thick with alcohol and something else I can't quite place.

I glance at Sarah, who’s perched on the edge of the hotel suite’s sofa, her eyes wide but gleaming with excitement. "Maybe it’s the best idea we’ve ever had," she retorts, her tone teasing. She reaches out, her fingers brushing against Mark’s knee before trailing up to his thigh.

Mark shudders, his breath hitching as he looks at me over Sarah’s head. "You in on this?" he asks, his voice rough, challenging.

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. The room feels too small, the air too thick with tension. "Depends," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "What exactly are you suggesting?"

Sarah turns to me, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Come on, Jake. You know exactly what we’re suggesting." Her hand moves again, this time slipping under Mark’s shirt, her fingertips tracing lazy circles on his chest.

Mark groans, leaning back against the couch, his eyes closing for a moment as if savoring the sensation. When he opens them again, they’re dark with lust. "Fuck it," he says, reaching out to grab my wrist. "Get over here."

I stumble forward, caught off guard by the force of his pull. My heart is pounding in my chest, a mix of fear and anticipation making it hard to breathe. I’m standing between them now, my body trembling slightly as I look down at Sarah, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to make the next move.

"Why wait?" she whispers, her voice husky. "We’re all adults here. Let’s see where this goes."

Before I can respond, Mark’s hand tightens around my wrist, pulling me closer until I’m within reach of both of them. He leans in, his breath hot against my neck as he speaks. "Take your shirt off," he orders, his voice low and commanding.

I hesitate for only a second before obeying, shrugging out of my shirt and tossing it aside. The cool air of the room hits my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I can feel their eyes on me, assessing, evaluating.

Sarah moves first, her hands gliding up my arms, her fingers digging into my biceps as she pulls me toward her. "You’re so tense," she murmurs, her lips brushing against my ear. "Let go. Just let go."

Her words are like a spell, breaking some invisible barrier inside me. I let out a shaky breath, my body relaxing incrementally as she continues to touch me, her hands wandering lower, her nails scraping lightly against my stomach.

Mark watches us, his eyes smoldering with desire. "You two are moving too slow," he growls, pushing himself up from the couch. He steps closer, crowding me, his presence overwhelming. "Let me help."

Without warning, he grabs the waistband of my pants, yanking them down with one swift motion. I gasp, the sudden exposure both thrilling and terrifying. I’m completely naked now, standing between them, vulnerable and exposed.

Sarah’s hands move lower, cupping my erection through the fabric of my boxers. "Nice," she purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Very nice."

Mark doesn’t waste any time, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, guiding me toward the center of the room. "On the bed," he commands, his voice brooking no argument. "Now."

I obey, climbing onto the king-sized bed, my legs shaking as I settle onto the soft mattress. Sarah follows, crawling up behind me, her hands skimming over my thighs, her touch electric.

Mark stands at the foot of the bed, watching us with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Stay there," he orders, his voice firm. "I need to take care of something first."

He turns away, walking toward the bathroom. I hear the sound of running water, the faint click of a drawer opening. When he returns, he’s holding a condom and lube, his expression determined.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice gruff.

Sarah nods, her eyes never leaving mine. "Absolutely."

Mark rips open the condom package with his teeth, rolling it onto his already hard cock with practiced ease. He squirts some lube into his palm, slicking himself up before turning his attention back to me.

"Lie down," he instructs, his voice calm but authoritative. "Spread your legs."

I do as he says, my body betraying me with how easily I comply. My heart is racing, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as I prepare myself for what’s about to happen.

Mark kneels between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance. "Relax," he murmurs, his voice gentle. "Just relax."

But before he can push inside, Sarah shifts, pressing herself against my side. "Not yet," she says, her voice full of mischief. "I want to be part of this too."

She kisses me then, her lips soft and inviting. I groan into the kiss, my body responding instinctively to her touch. Her tongue slides against mine, tasting me, exploring me with a confidence that leaves me breathless.

Mark watches us, his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "Fine," he snaps, his patience clearly wearing thin. "But don’t take too long. I’m not going to last much longer."

Sarah pulls back, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Impatient, aren’t we?" she teases, her fingers trailing down my chest, pausing to tweak my nipple. "Or maybe you’re just eager to get started."

Mark rolls his eyes, though there’s a hint of amusement in his expression. "Maybe both," he admits, his gaze flicking to mine. "Are you ready for this, Jake?"

I swallow hard, my throat constricting. The question hangs in the air, heavy with significance. Am I ready? I’m not sure I’ll ever be fully ready for this, but right now, in this moment, I don’t want to stop. I nod, slowly, deliberately. "Yeah," I whisper. "I’m ready."

Mark’s lips curl into a satisfied smile. "Good," he says, his voice laced with approval. "Then let’s get to it."

He positions himself again, his cock nudging against my entrance. Sarah shifts slightly, giving him better access, her hand resting on my hip for balance.

"Wait," she says suddenly, her eyes narrowing as she looks at Mark. "I want to try something first."

Mark frowns, clearly irritated by the interruption. "What now?"

Sarah ignores his annoyance, her focus entirely on me. "Jake, look at me," she commands, her voice soft but insistent. "I want you to think about this. Really think about it. Are you sure you’re okay with this? With us?"

I stare up at her, my mind racing. This is it. The moment of truth. Do I trust them enough to let this happen? To let them push me past the boundaries I’ve always held sacred?

The answer comes to me almost immediately, a resounding yes echoing in my mind. I’ve spent too long hiding, too long denying myself the things I really want. Tonight, I’m done with that. Tonight, I’m taking what I want.

"Yeah," I say, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. "I’m sure."

Sarah smiles, a relieved sigh escaping her lips. "Good," she says, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Then let’s make this unforgettable."

With that, she leans in, capturing my lips in another searing kiss. Her tongue thrusts into my mouth, aggressive and demanding, matching the intensity of the moment.

Mark takes advantage of our distraction, his hips shifting forward, his cock pressing insistently against my hole. I tense, the sensation foreign yet undeniably exciting.

"Relax," Sarah murmurs against my lips, her hands stroking my cheek. "Let him in."

I close my eyes, focusing on her touch, her warmth, using it to ground myself as Mark begins to push inside. The initial resistance is sharp, my body fighting against the intrusion, but with each shallow thrust, the pain gives way to pleasure, my muscles loosening, welcoming him in.

Mark pauses when he’s halfway in, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he adjusts to the tightness. "Shit," he mutters, his voice strained. "You’re so fucking tight."

Sarah chuckles softly, her lips still pressed against mine. "That’s because he’s been saving himself for us," she whispers, her tone playful. "Isn’t that right, Jake?"

I nod, unable to speak, my mind a whirl of sensations. The feeling of Mark’s cock filling me, the heat of Sarah’s mouth on mine, the weight of their bodies surrounding me—it’s overwhelming, intoxicating.

Mark starts to move again, this time with more confidence, his hips rocking slowly, steadily, driving himself deeper with each thrust. I gasp into Sarah’s mouth, the sensation building, growing, threatening to consume me.

"That’s it," Sarah murmurs encouragingly, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Take it. Take all of him."

Mark grunts in agreement, his strokes becoming more urgent, more desperate. "So good," he rasps, his voice torn between pleasure and pain. "God, you feel so good."

I moan loudly, my body arching off the bed, my hands gripping the sheets as Mark bottoms out inside me, his balls resting against my ass. For a brief moment, everything stops, the world narrowing down to the three of us, locked together in a haze of lust and desire.

But then Sarah moves, her lips leaving mine to trail down my neck, nipping at my skin with deliberate precision. "My turn," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

And with that, she shifts position, her hand reaching between us to wrap around my throbbing erection, her fingers slick with precum as she begins to stroke me in earnest.

"Oh fuck," I groan, my hips bucking involuntarily against her hand. "Yes…yes…that’s it…"

Mark watches us, his eyes dark with intensity. "Don’t stop," he orders, his voice gravelly. "Don’t you dare fucking stop."

Sarah laughs, the sound low and wicked. "Oh, we won’t," she promises, her hand speeding up, her nails grazing the sensitive skin of my shaft. "Not until we’re all spent."

Mark growls in response, his hips snapping forward, driving into me with renewed vigor. "Fuck," he snarls, his control slipping. "Gonna come soon…gonna come…"

I can feel it too, the pressure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me. My vision blurs, the edges tinged with white as I struggle to hold on, to keep myself from spilling too soon.

"Come on, Jake," Sarah breathes, her lips ghosting over my ear. "Come with us. Let go."

Her words are the final straw, the catalyst I needed to shatter. With a cry of release, I come, my body shuddering violently as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. My seed stains Sarah’s hand, warm and sticky, a testament to our shared experience.

Mark follows seconds later, his entire body tensing as he spills inside me, his cock pulsing with each pulse of his orgasm. He collapses atop me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, but I don’t care. I’m lost in the afterglow, my mind reeling from the intensity of the experience.

Sarah lies down beside us, her hand still resting on my thigh, her eyes shining with contentment. "See?" she murmurs, her voice soft. "Told you it would be unforgettable."

Part 2 perhaps?