I opened my eyes slowly, the soreness between my legs reminding me of the night before. A smile crept onto my face as the memories flooded back. That felt so good. But then I realized Cyrus wasn’t lying beside me. Instead, I felt the car moving. Panic surged through me as I sprang up, wrapping the blanket around my body, and looked at him in shock. He was driving.
“What the fuck?” I exclaimed, my voice a mix of confusion and irritation.
“Hey beautiful, you’re awake,” he said, smiling as if nothing was wrong.
“The car is moving?” I asked, my mind racing with questions. He nodded.
“How? You repaired it?” I asked, incredulous. He shook his head.
“Some dude was driving past, and I stopped him. He helped us,” he explained. I nodded, still processing the information.
“But you don’t drive someone else’s car, right?” I reminded him, suspicion creeping into my voice.
“No, I don’t. But you’re not just someone, babe,” he said with a smile. I looked at him, feeling like something was off. His explanation didn’t quite add up.
The day wasn’t fully bright yet, casting a dim light that made me wonder what time it was.
“What’s the time?” I asked. He checked his phone.
“4 AM,” he said. I hadn’t slept much.
“We’re almost at the camp,” he added nonchalantly. My eyes widened in panic.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I exclaimed, scrambling to grab my clothes from the car floor. Quickly, I started putting on my underwear, my heart racing. The thought of being caught like this was mortifying.
As I pulled on my clothes, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. The pleasure from the night before clashed with the anxiety of the present moment. I glanced at Cyrus, who was focused on the road, a slight smile playing on his lips. How could he be so calm?
“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” I asked, a hint of accusation in my voice.
“I wanted you to rest. You looked so peaceful,” he replied, glancing at me with a soft expression. His eyes seemed sincere, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.
I hurriedly dressed, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. My thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and worry.
As we approached the camp, I felt a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach. The camp came into view, the tents and the early morning activities of my friends becoming clearer. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for whatever questions or looks we might face.
To my surprise, the camp was quiet. Everyone was still asleep, the early morning stillness creating a peaceful atmosphere. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Maybe we could slip back without anyone noticing.
Cyrus parked the car, and I quickly fixed my hair, trying to make myself presentable. We stepped out of the car, and the cool morning air on my skin was refreshing. I looked at Cyrus, a mixture of gratitude and lingering confusion in my eyes.
“Thank you,” I said softly, breaking the silence between us. He smiled, his eyes warm and understanding.
“Anytime,” he replied, his voice gentle. He walked over to me, offering his arm. “Let me walk you to your tent.”
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded, taking his arm. As we walked through the quiet camp, I felt a strange sense of camaraderie with him. Despite everything, he had been there for me. And for now, that was enough.
We reached my tent, and I turned to face him. “Goodnight, Cyrus,” I said, my voice sincere.
“Goodnight, Lena,” he replied, his eyes holding mine for a moment longer than necessary.
I smiled at him, and he seemed to notice something in my expression.
“Do you regret last night?” he asked softly, his eyes searching mine.
I looked at him, considering his question carefully before shaking my head. “No, I don’t,” I replied, my voice steady.
A relieved smile spread across his face. He moved closer to me, his eyes filled with warmth, and then he leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. The kiss was soft and tender, a stark contrast to the intensity of the night before.
When he pulled back, he looked at me with a sincerity that made my heart flutter. “That was the best I’ve ever had,” he said, his voice low and earnest.
His words made me blush, and I couldn’t help but smile. I turned to open my tent, but immediately noticed something odd-Eva wasn’t there.
I looked back at Cyrus, who was still watching me. “I think Ezra has something to do with all this,” I said, pointing at the empty space inside the tent and chuckling.
Cyrus chuckled too. “And he thinks he’s so smart,” I added, shaking my head in amusement.
Stepping closer to Cyrus, I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. His hands moved to my back, pulling me closer. I felt a mischievous thought cross my mind, and my hand slid down to touch his crotch.
“Would you want to just do a 10-minute quickie?” I whispered in his ear.
He chuckled, his breath warm against my skin. “Ten minutes would be too small. Let’s make it thirty,” he whispered back, his voice full of playful intent.
I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. “Thirty minutes it is,” I agreed, leaning in to kiss him again as the early morning light began to filter through the camp, casting a soft glow over us.
I pushed Cyrus into my tent, quickly closing it behind us. He landed on the bed, his eyes glued to me as I began to strip. The anticipation in his gaze made my pulse quicken.
I slid off my top first, revealing my bare skin to the cool morning air. Next, I slowly unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my legs, feeling his eyes follow every movement. Left only in my underwear, I watched his breathing grow heavier, his arousal evident.
As I walked closer to him, I reached down and touched his crotch, feeling him harden beneath my fingers. I pulled down his shorts, and his erection sprang up eagerly. Taking it in my hands, I stroked him slowly, savoring the moment. I bent down to kiss it, but he gently stopped me.
“We have just thirty minutes. Let’s have a quickie,” he said, his voice husky with desire as he tried to move me.
I resisted, pushing him back onto the bed. “Not so fast,” I teased, pressing my hand against his chest to keep him down.
Grinning, I straddled his lap, grinding against his erection. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through me, making me moan softly. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with need.
“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“More than ever,” he replied, his hands moving to grip my hips, guiding me as I positioned myself over him.
Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, feeling him fill me completely. We both let out a moan of satisfaction, the connection between us electric. I began to move, setting a rhythm that was both urgent and passionate.
The tent filled with the sounds of our hurried breaths and the rustle of the blankets. Each movement brought us closer, our bodies perfectly in sync. The tension built rapidly, our need for each other driving us faster.
Cyrus’s hands roamed my body, touching and squeezing, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his, our faces inches apart. Our breaths mingled, eyes locked in a heated gaze.
The rhythm of our movements intensified, the urgency of our desire palpable in the confined space of the tent. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, my moans mingling with Cyrus’s deep groans. His hands gripped my hips firmly, guiding me as I rode him with increasing fervor.
The dim light of dawn filtered through the tent’s fabric, casting a soft glow on our entwined bodies. The scent of sweat and sex filled the air, heightening the raw intimacy of the moment. I leaned forward, our foreheads touching, our breaths mingling in a heated exchange.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure.
“So are you,” I whispered back, feeling the familiar coil of pleasure tightening within me. The intensity of our connection was overwhelming, each movement bringing us closer to the edge.
Just as I felt myself nearing climax, Cyrus suddenly flipped us over, his strength catching me by surprise. I gasped as my back hit the mattress, the sudden shift leaving me breathless. He hovered above me, his eyes dark with desire, taking charge with a commanding presence.
His hands moved to my thighs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself between them. With a swift, powerful thrust, he filled me again, and I cried out in pleasure. The change in angle sent shockwaves of sensation through my body, each thrust deeper and more intense than before.
Cyrus set a relentless pace, his hips driving into me with a rhythm that left me gasping for breath. His hands roamed my body, caressing and squeezing, his touch igniting a fire within me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more of him.
The sounds of our lovemaking filled the tent, our moans and gasps blending in a symphony of pleasure. I clawed at his back, my nails leaving red marks on his skin as I rode the waves of ecstasy he was giving me.
“God, Lena,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “You feel incredible.”
“Fuck!! You too,” I managed to reply, my voice trembling with the intensity of my arousal. The pressure inside me was building, an unstoppable force that threatened to consume me.
Cyrus’s thrusts became more erratic, his control slipping as he neared his own climax. “Come with me,” he urged, his voice a desperate plea.
With one final, powerful thrust, the coil of pleasure inside me snapped, sending me over the edge into a shattering orgasm. I cried out his name, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me.
Cyrus followed moments later, a deep groan escaping his lips as he found his release. He collapsed onto me, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
For a moment, we just lay there, basking in the afterglow of our passion. Then, with a contented sigh, Cyrus rolled off me, pulling me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s embrace.
“That was worth every minute,” he said, his voice full of satisfaction.
“Definitely,” I agreed, a smile spreading across my face as we lay there.
After our intense and passionate session, exhaustion took over, and I drifted off to sleep in Cyrus’s arms, feeling safe and content. The warmth of his body against mine and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lulled me into a deep, restful slumber.
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When I woke up again, it was to the sound of Eva’s voice, sharp and incredulous.
“What the duck are you both doing together at this time?” she exclaimed, her eyes wide as she looked between Cyrus and me.
I sat up abruptly, feeling a rush of panic and embarrassment flood through me. Cyrus stirred beside me, clearly just as surprised by Eva’s interruption.
“It’s 7 already,” Eva continued, her tone a mix of disbelief and amusement. “And only Grey and I are awake.”
My heart pounded as I glanced around the tent, realizing we had fallen asleep in each other’s arms instead of the quickie we had planned. I scrambled to find my clothes amidst the disarray of blankets and discarded items.
Cyrus sat up too, his expression a mix of chagrin and amusement. “Um… yeah, sorry Eva. We, uh, lost track of time.”
Eva shook her head, a bemused smile playing on her lips as she took in our flushed faces and tousled hair. “Seriously, guys. You need to get it together. Everyone else will be up soon.”
I hurriedly pulled on my clothes, feeling Eva’s eyes on me as I tried to compose myself. “Yeah, we should. Thanks for waking us, Eva,” I muttered, trying to hide my embarrassment.
Eva chuckled softly, her tone teasing. “Don’t mention it. Just get out of here before anyone else wakes up.”
With a final nod, Eva ducked out of the tent, leaving Cyrus and me alone once more. I looked at him, feeling a mix of awkwardness and lingering warmth from our intimate morning together.
“Well,” I said finally, a nervous laugh escaping me. “That wasn’t exactly how I expected to wake up.”
Cyrus grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Me neither. But I have to say, it was worth it.”
I couldn’t help but smile back at him, the tension easing between us as we shared a moment of shared amusement and affection.
“Yeah,” I agreed softly. “It really was.”
He moved closer to me, his lips warm against my forehead before he leaned in for a kiss. I chuckled softly, nudging him away playfully.
“No…” I whispered, trying to stifle a giggle. “If Ezra shows up here, I won’t save your ass,” I teased, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in my eyes. Cyrus chuckled in response, his eyes sparkling with amusement before he stood up.
We quickly finished getting dressed, trying to keep quiet and not draw any attention. Cyrus checked outside the tent to ensure the coast was clear before slipping out silently. Just as he left, Eva entered my tent with a wide grin spread across her face, clearly eager to hear the details.
“What’s the big smile for?” I asked, unable to suppress my own grin.
“Damn, girl! How was it?” Eva asked eagerly, plopping down in front of me.
I blushed, feeling a rush of excitement and satisfaction at the memory. “It was… incredible. More than I thought it would be,” I admitted, my voice filled with awe. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner that this is how it felt?” I joked, nudging Eva lightly.
Eva laughed knowingly. “He must be really good,” she remarked, winking at me. I nodded enthusiastically in agreement.
“I came 500 times,” I said with mock seriousness, causing Eva to burst into a fit of laughter.
“Girl, you’re exaggerating,” she said between laughs, shaking her head.
“I think Ezra planned all this, not for your benefit because he knows nothing about you two, but for his own benefit,” Eva mused, her expression turning serious for a moment.
“Yeah, I figured that out too,” I sighed, feeling a twinge of annoyance at Ezra’s meddling.
“Do you think Cyrus joined him too?” I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty.
Eva shrugged. “Probably. Birds of the same feather flock together,” she replied, smirking knowingly.
“Dickhead,” I murmured affectionately, thinking of Cyrus and his unpredictable ways.
“So… about Ezra and you…” I trailed off, curiosity getting the better of me.
“Yeah, all through the night,” Eva confirmed with a grin. “We could hear you two from 5 in the morning. Ezra just didn’t figure out it was you,” she added, causing my cheeks to burn with embarrassment.
“I was that loud?” I exclaimed, my eyes widening in disbelief.
“You’re a screamer, babe,” Eva teased, getting up and offering me her hand.
“Let’s go find something to eat,” she suggested, and I nodded, getting up with a groan. The night’s activities had left me feeling pleasantly sore, a reminder of the passionate hours spent with Cyrus.
“I definitely need to take a shower; I’m feeling very sore,” I admitted with a chuckle, realizing the aftermath of our intense night together.
TBC