Alien Vacation Ch. 09

"Oh, one more thing," said Asami. "Shotgun. Never been here before. I wanna gawk."

* * *

The hotel lobby was busy with new arrivals. None of it impeded their check-in. Their driver guided them straight to a separate desk, where Miranda took the lead in their arrangements. It left the others to look around.

"I can't believe we're staying here," said Asami. She took in the ornate lobby with a grin. "This place is gorgeous."

"In lots of ways," said Angela. She nudged Kyle closely, guiding his eyes with a nod. Kyle followed her hints to find a pair of women walking by in short shorts and flattering tank tops. Her eyes lingered as they passed, then returned to Kyle. "Just saying."

The conversation felt as arousing as physical foreplay. He knew they all felt it. Every word and every look felt like another caress. Another kiss. They were in the middle of a lobby in one of the most glamorous hotels in Vegas, yet they rode a high of intimacy far more suited to a dark room with a nice bed. "I'm kind of focused on the three of you right now."

"So are we," said Asami. She slipped around to his side, leaning most of her body against his. "But no inhibitions. No holding back. Doesn't matter when or where or who. We know you want more and we don't want to worry about it, so when you want to, go for it."

"Don't overthink it, either," agreed Angela. "And don't hide it. Do what you want. At this point it's a turn-on. More than a turn-on, really."

"Indeed," said Miranda. She moved in on his other side. "They're getting the keys set up now. So what do your psychic tramp powers tell you?" she teased. "I'm curious how this works. If we cut you loose right now, how many potential partners could you find?"

He blinked with surprise, but considered the question. Naturally, Xin had already been on the case for several minutes, even if only as an idle scan. Miranda's challenge prompted a deeper look. Asami's stroking fingers along Kyle's groin encouraged her further. "You want a count?"

"Why not? Humor us," said Miranda.

His eyes fluttered as if slipping partly into a trance, but he still felt lucid. Xin took him on a whirlwind tour of the bottom floor, reaching only through the nearby areas. His senses flitted from mind to mind, though he knew Xin was being selective for him. When she limited her scan to the very lightest surface thoughts, she took them in much faster than he could process.

"Twenty-four in the lobby or close by," Kyle explained. "Guests... staff... tourists passing through to check out every hotel. Past that is the casino floor." He made a face. "It's not as appealing there. Some potential, maybe if I focus on individuals, but a broad look takes in too many people thinking more about money. It's disappointment. Frustration. Boredom. Gambling early in the day." The distaste passed as he moved on to better things. "The pool is nicer. Flirtier. Happier. Still early, but...wow. Some women only want to be left alone. Left to their friends. Normal stuff. Others would love some more fun. There's beauty out there. Sexuality. Lust. Beyond that is..." he shook his head. "Farther than I want to go right now."

His companions watched him with interest. Angela said it first: "Holy shit."

"How far can you go?" asked Asami.

"I don't know. I haven't pushed. Closer is easier. Unless it's with you. The more we've bonded, the less distance matters."

"And by 'bonded,' do you mean lots of telepathy and dreams?" asked Angela. "Or just sex?"

"Any and all of it, I guess. I'm still learning myself."

"So what about close by?" Miranda wondered. "How much do you get in here?"

Xin answered the question without missing a beat: That depends on how soon you want to act. I've already screened for consent and sound mind. If that isn't there, I move on, which I already have. I'm idly grooming a few right now.

Ugh, grooming? Kyle thought. Grooming is the word for what abusers do. That's creepy and gross. Ew.

Okay, call it recon and a little telepathic flirting. Daydreams with a little physiological stroke where it's welcome. A few are already watching and thinking about you. I don't want to go any further unless you want to make a move right now.

"It's easy to detect consent and interest," Kyle explained for the others. He lowered his voice to a naughty and conspiratorial level. His eyes never left his companions. "I only look twice if I'm welcome. That's the easiest thing to screen out. That and sobriety and such. I'm drawn in by interest and repelled where I'm not welcome. It's almost automatic. The rest is like flirting. It's subconscious but it's real, even if I'm not paying attention...

"The concierge at the desk at my nine o'clock," he elaborated. "The blonde. Her name is Susie."

"Yeah?" Angela prodded, now deeply curious. "She's checking us out. You, I think."

"She's straight. It's only me." Kyle thought a little more. Xin's evaluation came to him without words. He knew he didn't need to hold back with his companions now. They wanted exactly the opposite. "She's toying with idle fantasies. All I have to do is let her know it can be real and it's safe. I could do that easily. If I started walking toward her, she'd be completely turned on and aching for it by the time I reached her desk. I could walk her into the nearest closet and fuck her up against the wall and she'd love it. I wouldn't even have to say a word."

"You could just have her? Right now?" Miranda asked, leaning in closer.

"I could make it happen, yeah. Full consent."

"I believe you on the consent. It's the speed that stuns me."

"Everybody's different. Some people would still want conversation and stuff. Others would love to toss it all aside and go for it. Sometimes it's even more visceral than that." His eyes still fluttered. His body shook under the influence of a deeply-held fantasy. "Once in a while...consent and safety all that still matters, but within that sometimes I find someone who just wants to be taken and fucked."

"I know the feeling," Angela joked.

"Wow," said Asami. "You sound like that feels really good."

"It does," he admitted. "The powers aren't all about sex, but if I use them in that direction, connecting with all that feels really good.

"I haven't really explored all this stuff, though. Even this just now is kind of a discovery for me. So far it's just been happening. I haven't given it conscious thought. I've been kind of distracted." He threw a flirty grin at Angela, though he knew they'd all feel it. "Or maybe focused is a better word."

Angela bit her lip. "Oh my god I want playtime now. I'm not sure I even need a closet."

"A nice big bed isn't far away," said Miranda. "Two nice big beds. And more." She poked Kyle gently. "We're going to play with your powers more while we're here, too."

"Miranda?" called one of the people at the check-in desk. He looked up with a professional but genuine enough smile. "Here you are. Four keys and a couple of spares." He glanced toward the others as Miranda collected the keys and seemed to come to the correct conclusion right away. No judgment passed over his face, just a slight brightening of his smile. "Are you sure you don't want our butler to escort you up and get you oriented? Can we take care of any baggage? Anything else we can do for you?"

"Wait, did he say butler?" Asami blinked.

"No, we traveled light. We'd love to speak with the butler later. Thank you."

"Fair enough." Addressing the whole group, he said, "If there's anything else we can do for you, please don't hesitate to let us know. We always want to take extra care of our penthouse guests."

"Thanks," said Kyle. The group moved off to the private penthouse elevators, with Miranda passing out the card keys along the way.

He's a nice man, said Xin. He'll have very pleasant dreams tonight.

Oh? Kyle wondered.

Best I could do without fucking him. Guess we'll see where the weekend takes everyone, huh?

"Penthouse?" Angela nearly gasped at the elevator, turning to Miranda and taking her hand. "Butler?"

"The penthouses come with butler service. I looked at the penthouses and thought, why not? It seemed like we wanted to stay together, but might want more than one room. The option was right there on the website."

"How much...? Nevermind. I'm helping with this."

"You don't have to," said Miranda.

"I want to. We're here together, right? Besides, I'm half the reason we came."

Though subtle enough not to make a scene, Miranda leaned back a little to check out Angela's ass with one raised eyebrow. "You can always compensate in other ways." Then she turned to give Asami much the same look. "Both of you."

The move drew Kyle's eyes to Angela's backside, but didn't follow her back. They were about to be alone again. His desires rose as if straining against a leash.

Kyle said nothing. He didn't even need any input from Xin. Certainly not after the morning they'd shared so far... but even before that, Angela had already made it emphatically clear how she felt about the sort of thing he had in mind.

He surreptitiously unfastened his belt and the top of his jeans. No one noticed a thing.

Their private elevator arrived. Light spilled in from the windows immediately as they rode up the shaft along the outside of the hotel, providing a view to the city all the way to the top.

As it turned out, none of them looked outward much.

Kyle stepped in directly behind Angela, moving away the fabric covering his groin. As soon as the doors closed, he slipped his hands up her skirt along her hips to tug her in close—and immediately slip her panties down. "Oh?" Angela yelped, but without the slightest objection. In the window immediately across from them both, Kyle could see her shock and joy as she felt his rod slip in under her ass and between her legs. He watched her grin waver and turn into a groan and her eyes flutter with pleasure as he entered her wet and welcoming pussy. She reached out for the handrail opposite them in the elevator car as she slowly rocked back onto his cock. "Oh fuck. Ohhh ffuuuck."

Miranda and Asami watched in complete fascination. They were surprised, but as Xin assured, their every reaction was entirely favorable. All four were beyond turned on. All four were beyond every inhibition.

"We're here to fuck," he breathed against Angela's ear. His synergy with Xin allowed the others to hear and feel him every bit as closely. "No hiding it. We're bonded. We're safe. We'll know if anyone wants a break." He penetrated deeper, sharing Angela's sensations with the two welcoming minds beside them. "No inhibitions."

Asami turned to Miranda, all but backing the other woman into a corner. Their lips met in a fierce kiss. Asami's hands roamed Miranda's body, groping freely and receiving nothing but appreciative whimpers in return.

It all lasted only a moment. Angela groaned without restraint as he slowly fucked her. Asami had one hand hooked under Miranda's groin, expertly massaging her sex through the fabric that separated their skin. Like Angela, Miranda gave in completely until they reached the top.

The elevator bell rang just before it stopped at the top floor. Angela turned and shared a hungry grin with Kyle as she tugged her panties back up and he fastened his jeans. Neither of them did any more than necessary to move without tripping. Asami and Miranda parted, grinning wildly at the other pair.

The doors opened. No one else from the other handful of penthouse suites was out in the hall. Normally, guests in the loft had someone to show them the way and fill them in on services and amenities. Xin had plucked all that knowledge from the staff in the lobby. She oriented Kyle and his companions with the lightest telepathic touch, allowing them to find their door and slip inside with complete ease.

The loft was every bit as extravagant as any might have expected. They walked into a well-appointed living room with a balcony and a great view to one side and a huge television screen on the other. Couches, plush chairs, and loveseats provided plenty of options. The ceiling reached the second floor, connected by a spiral staircase, with a dining room on the first floor beyond it. The loft presented comfort, toys... and privacy.

Bags fell by the door. Kyle's companions turned to face him, each with dazzled eyes. Angela was the most on edge for obvious reasons. Asami and Miranda shared the same hungry grin and heavy breath.

"Beds are upstairs," said Kyle.

Each of them kicked off their shoes well before the first step of the spiral stairs. A trail of discarded clothes littered the floor from the entrance to the bottom of the staircase. By the time they reached the top, they were down to underwear and bare skin.

Bedrooms awaited to the left and the right at the top of the stairs, with a little sitting area in between. Kyle stopped with a teasing grin. "Which one do we want?"

He felt Angela's hands on his hips, sliding down to tug his boxer briefs away. "Don't care. Left. Keep going left." She pushed him in the direction he more or less faced. Kyle found himself stepping out of his underwear to keep from tripping. Somehow Angela maintained her balance even after bending almost all the way over, rising up again within a few steps to playfully tackle him back onto the decadently large bed.

The move left his lower legs dangling over the side. It also left her face level with his hips. She grinned with feigned surprise. "Ooh, a cock," she joked, then ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the head. Their companions sauntered up to the door in bras and panties as Angela continued, kissing his cock as if to savor it. In the doorway, the makeout session from the elevator resumed, only now Asami and Miranda had much less clothing.

Kyle and Angela shifted farther up onto the bed, but she didn't let him off his back. Instead, Angela swung her legs over him to straddle him, giving him an incredible view of her hot, tanned body in only red lace and a gorgeous, naughty smile. "God, you're beautiful," he said.

Her eyes glimmered. "So do something about it."

He read what he needed to know from her mind in a flash. Kyle's fingers hooked under the lace of her panties at her hips. He jerked both hands away, tearing the garment in a single, painless tug. Angela gasped in genuine surprise but false protest. Kyle pulled her down on top of himself. Her long, wavy hair spilled around his head. "You're going shopping for more later, anyway," he said.

"Replacing them myself doesn't make up for them," she pouted, kissing him. Their bodies melded together.

He kissed her back. "What does?"

"Buy me something you want me to wear for you." Her hips slid over to match his. Her fingers slipped around his cock to guide him into place. "I like this whole 'for you' angle. It feels so... s—oh!" She gasped, then moaned with penetration. "So good, baby."

They rocked together slowly, savoring every inch of skin against skin but loving their union most of all. Intensity and need would come. For the moment, they only wanted this freedom with each other... although a sly mental prompt from Kyle added more.

Angela looked into his eyes as they fucked. She made no resistance as his legs spread hers a little wider and as his hands slid over her ass. She only groaned deeper with the pleasure of it. Then, once again, her eyes widened with joyous surprise as another lover deftly moved in between her legs and took full advantage of the opening.

Kyle felt Asami's hands over his, helping to spread Angela's ass. Angela felt something far more intimate and far naughtier. She shrieked and whined under the assault from Asami's tongue at her ass combined with the penetration of his cock. He let Asami do most of the work; it felt more than good enough just to hold her and be inside her.

"Oh fuck. Oh my god. I've never..." Angela whimpered. Little tremors ran through her whole body. Where she'd sensually stretched all over Kyle before, now she was paralyzed with pleasure.

"Enjoy," said Kyle. "Just enjoy."

"Mmmhh!"

Another body slipped onto the bed beside them. Miranda ran her hand over Angela's back. She leaned in to kiss Kyle before getting up on her knees to take care of Angela's bra, then slid back down beside them. He couldn't do much for Miranda other than turn his face toward her, but she didn't seem bothered. "Indulge," she said, kissing him lightly again. "No inhibitions for you, either. We'll all get our turns."

He followed her advice. Kyle sank into the pleasures of Angela's body and the thrills of the psychic connections between them all. By the time she came hard under his and Asami's attention, he could feel his own first orgasm was building. He went over the edge just as Angela was coming down from that initial high, only to be sent soaring again by the new pleasures of his altered seed.

The combination put every thought out of her mind... every thought and every care except this ecstasy and who she had to thank for it.

Kyle wanted to give his other partners the attention they wanted, but he wasn't done with Angela yet. Once was not enough. He kept fucking her, on his own this time while Asami laid back for a long assault from Miranda. There would be time enough for them, too.

* * *

Hours later they laid together on the bed, naked and sated...for now. Kyle had taken Asami from behind while she lay atop Miranda, mercilessly railing her to the same state of delirious bliss that kept Angela out of the loop for the next coupling. He used Asami to their mutual delight before letting her fall aside to leave Miranda defenseless against him and fully welcoming. They, too, fell into needful rutting. Missionary had its virtues, particularly for two people who only wanted visceral satisfaction.

Only with his partners filled and satisfied did Kyle finally relax. He laid back against the mound of pillows at the head of the bed, with one arm around Miranda and another encircling Angela. Asami laid between his legs, lavishing his cock with sensuous attention.

He could feel their satisfaction. Affection. Their sense of safety and serenity with the man who'd ravished them all. And especially their desire to maintain this intimacy and enjoy it constantly. Even now, after all this, he could feel the potency of his body. He felt grateful, incredibly grateful to all of them, but that wasn't all. He felt like a king, or maybe something more.

That's the plan, Kyle, came the voice of his first partner in all this. All the time.

"God, this is amazing," murmured Miranda.

"I thought you were asleep," said the woman on Kyle's opposite side.

"No, just overwhelmed. Soaking it in. Riding the high." A dreamy smile crossed her face as she looked to Angela. "And I haven't even really played with you yet."

Angela slid over Kyle's chest to lean in and kiss Miranda deeply. Kyle couldn't make out much of it, but through the bond, he knew. The desire in that kiss ran deep. Angela tasted Asami on Miranda's lips, too. "We'll get our turn. Nobody has to keep score."

"That's right," said Kyle. He grinned as Angela slipped back. Asami said nothing, keeping her mouth busy with other things. Kyle sighed. "Not like we have to go anywhere or do anything."

Then his eyes widened and he chuckled. "Oh wait, the money."

* * *

They made it into the casino not long after they remembered their other priority. Penthouse status included extravagant room service, but none of them thought of that once they realized they were hungry. Upscale treatment and over-the-top accommodations didn't have to continue through everything. After all the rest, going ordinary for a late lunch seemed like a nice reminder of reality.

Removed from intimate settings and given a moment of reality, lunch revealed something new to treasure: apart from shard, unbridled lust, despite differences in backgrounds and all the rest, the four truly liked one another. Laughter flowed as easily as desire. No one ever felt guarded. Warmth and emotional safety stretched far beyond the bedroom.