~~SELENA~~
I stepped out of my tent, the early morning sunlight. Grey was standing nearby, his tall frame towering over me as he watched with a smirk. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Why didn’t you come to pick me up yesterday?” I asked, my tone teasing but tinged with genuine curiosity.
Grey chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Oh, you know how it is, Lena. Plans change,” he replied cryptically, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
“Plans change, huh?” I raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. “And here I thought you were being the responsible older brother.”
He laughed again, rolling his eyes playfully. “Blame it on Ezra,” he said, nodding towards Ezra who had just emerged from his tent, stretching and yawning dramatically.
I turned to look at Ezra, who was now rubbing his eyes and tousling his hair. He caught my gaze and grinned sheepishly, clearly caught in the act.
“Ezra!” I called out, trying to sound reproachful but failing to suppress a smile that betrayed my amusement. “I know you stopped Grey from picking me up, and you knew there was no supermarket close by,” I said, hands firmly planted on my hips.
“What?” Ezra feigned innocence, though a mischievous glint danced in his eyes.
“Don’t act clueless,” I retorted, rolling my eyes at his attempt to deflect.
“But there is a supermarket nearby,” Ezra persisted, trying to hold his ground.
“You lying piece of…” I started, stepping closer to him with a mock-threatening air.
“If you break her heart, I swear I’ll kill you and then apologize to Mom later,” I warned half-seriously, though a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.
Ezra chuckled nervously, sensing the seriousness underlying my playful threat. “You’d think I’m joking until I feed your balls to the dogs,” I added in a more serious tone, watching as his chuckle faded.
“She only gets to break your heart, not the other way around,” I pointed a finger at his chest, emphasizing my protective stance.
“Seriously, and you wouldn’t do anything about it?” Ezra challenged, raising an eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t even say anything, because you deserve it times ten,” I shot back, folding my arms across my chest.
Just then, Cyrus emerged from his tent shirtless, a sight that momentarily distracted everyone. “What’s up, man?” Ezra greeted Cyrus warmly, extending a hand which quickly turned into a brief hug. I caught Ezra whispering a quiet ‘thank you’ to Cyrus, and irritation flared up inside me at Ezra’s subtle gratitude.
“Dang, man, what happened to your back?” Grey’s voice cut through the tension, drawing my attention to Cyrus’s back. My eyes widened as I remembered the intense night we had shared, leaving visible marks that I now felt slightly embarrassed about.
Cyrus glanced at me briefly before answering Grey, “Oh, that? Uh, rough day yesterday, you know. Mosquitoes,” he replied nonchalantly, but the knowing glances exchanged between Ezra and Grey suggested they weren’t buying it.
“Uh, well, bye,” I interjected awkwardly, feeling Cyrus’s gaze linger on me, bringing back vivid memories of our passionate night. My cheeks flushed red almost immediately.
Turning away to hide my embarrassment, I caught Reggie staring at me. His gaze flickered briefly to Cyrus before returning to me, his expression unreadable.
“Hi,” I greeted Reggie with a nervous smile before quickly walking away, eager to escape the awkward tension that hung in the air.
I walked over to where the girls were gathered, each of us already dressed and ready to head for our morning bath in the nearby lake.
“You actually got to spend the whole night with that hot guy, damn girl,” Rachel said, her grin mischievous as she nudged me playfully.
I turned to Rachel with a half-smile, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement. “Yeah, it was unexpected,” I replied, trying to keep my tone casual despite the heat rising to my cheeks.
Mia, always more direct, chimed in with a smirk, “I would have fucked him,” she said, earning a laugh from Stephanie and a playful eye-roll from me.
“We’re just friends,” I reiterated, glancing at Stephanie, who met my gaze with a knowing look. Eva was the only one who knew the truth about Cyrus and me, and keeping it that way seemed like the best option for now.
As we approached the water’s edge, the cool breeze and the anticipation of the refreshing swim eased the tension. We quickly began pulling off our clothes, eager to immerse ourselves in the lake’s cool embrace.
“I think Blue is kinda hot,” Rachel remarked casually as we waded into the water, her comment breaking the silence as we adjusted to the temperature.
Stephanie chuckled, splashing water playfully. “He does have that charm,” she agreed, glancing towards where Blue was chatting with Reggie and Teddy near the shore.
“He is ugly,” I said, my face filled with disgust.
“I agree,” Eva replied, and we all laughed.
“That is because you are both close to them,” Mia inquired.
“Even if I had not been his sister, I would have found him unattractive,” I said, and they all laughed again.
The morning sun danced across the water’s surface, casting a peaceful glow over our group.
After a while, we swam lazily, enjoying the freedom and the cool sensation of the water on our skin.
My gaze shifted to eyes looking at me from a distance. My face lit up when I saw Cyrus.
He smiled and winked at me. Turning around, I noticed Eva smirking at me.
I stepped away from the water.
“I need to get something,” I said to the girls, who nodded and swam lazily in the water. I took my towel and wrapped it around my body.
Walking to where Cyrus was, I smiled once more before to make sure no one was looking at us.
“Hello,” I said, looking at him.
“Come here,” he said, opening his arms. I stepped closer, hugging him and savoring his scent.
Suddenly, Cyrus’s lips crashed onto mine, taking me by surprise. His kiss was urgent, filled with a passion that matched the fire in my chest. His hands roamed down my back, settling on my ass, where he grabbed me firmly, pulling me even closer to him.
A soft moan escaped my lips as his touch sent shivers down my spine. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted me effortlessly, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his torso. My arms encircled his neck, pulling him even closer as our kisses grew more fervent and desperate.
Cyrus’s hands supported my weight, squeezing my ass as he carried me a few steps away from the lake. I could feel his heartbeat pounding against mine, our breaths mingling as we lost ourselves in the intensity of the moment.
The roughness of his touch contrasted with the tenderness of his kisses, creating a heady mix that made me dizzy with desire. I could feel every contour of his muscles against my body, the warmth of his skin sending electric shocks through me.
He pressed me against a tree, his mouth never leaving mine as his hands continued to explore my body. I tightened my legs around his waist, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
Our kisses were wild and unrestrained, driven by a longing that had grown for far too long. Each touch, each kiss, fueled the craving, the desire for more.
The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us in our own passionate bubble. Cyrus’ grip on me tightened, and his lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses that made me gasp in delight.
“I have missed you,” he said softly against my skin, his breath hot and ragged.
“Me too,” I whispered back, my fingers tangled in his hair as I drew him in for another scorching kiss.
Nothing else mattered at the time, except the feel of Cyrus’ body against mine and the raw, unfiltered passion that flowed between us.
His lips continued their journey down my neck, each kiss igniting a fire within me. The morning air was cool, but his touch was electric, sending waves of warmth through my body.
Cyrus’s hands moved to the edges of my towel, his fingers brushing against my skin as he gently eased the fabric away. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the intensity of the moment and the vulnerability it brought.
His eyes met mine, a mixture of desire and tenderness reflecting back at me. “Selena,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I smiled softly, my hands resting on his shoulders as I took in the moment. “Just kiss me” I groaned, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
He leaned in, capturing my lips once more in a kiss that was both passionate and gentle. His hands roamed my back, drawing me closer as the towel slipped to the ground, leaving me exposed but feeling safe in his embrace.
Cyrus pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine as he took a deep breath. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed this,” he said, his eyes searching mine for reassurance.
“You make me go crazy,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. The connection between us was palpable, and the intensity of our feelings left me breathless.
We stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other and savoring the closeness. It was as if time had stopped, and all that mattered was the bond we shared.
His hands moved to my waist, and he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me a few steps to a more secluded spot. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling the strength of his embrace and the comfort it brought.
“Cyrus,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the contours of his face. “I don’t want this to end.”
He smirked leaning in. “It doesn’t have to,” he said softly.
I bit my lips so hard when he entered into me. I felt myself clenching around him. This was so good. Way too good.
He started moving slowly, biting my neck; his moans in my ears almost made me come because they sounded so good.
His hands moved around my hips, guiding me into a rhythm that sent electricity through my body. My legs tightened around his waist, and my fingers dug into his shoulders as I attempted to keep up with his pace. Cyrus’s body moved in a blur against mine, his breath hot and ragged in my ear as he pushed us both closer to the edge.
I could feel the tension rising within me, as the fire burned hotter and faster, threatening to consume me. I knew that if I did not do something, I would lose control, succumb to the sensations coursing through my body, and turn into a mindless, pleasure-seeking machine.
So I decided to take matters into my own hands, to give him the relief he so desperately needed, and to make him feel as good as he had made me feel. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and pressed my lips against his in a passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine.
My hands slid down his back, gripping his firm ass cheeks and pulling him closer to me with each thrust. As we kissed, our tongues danced together in a sensual ballet that only added to the intensity of our lovemaking, a perfect symphony of flesh and passion that echoed throughout every fiber of our being. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, his strong arms holding me tight against him, my legs wrapped around his waist like a vice, and his cock sliding in and out of me with an exhilarating and terrifying smoothness.
Every inch of his body was on fire; his skin was hot to the touch, and his muscles tightened with each stroke as he struggled to keep control of his own desires. My own body was a constant source of pleasure, a constant dance of fire that threatened to consume me unless I found a way to release the tension that had built up within me. And so I made my move, reaching down between us, my fingers brushing against his swollen cock, looking for the source of my own pleasure. My fingers glided easily over his smooth skin as I used a gentle but firm touch.
He moaned and writhed beneath me as I drew him closer to the edge. So I began to stroke him, my fingers moving in perfect sync with his own thrusts, building up the tension within him until it was almost unbearable. His breath became heavier with each passing second, and the moans that escaped his lips became louder and more fervent with each stroke of my hand.
As I continued to stroke him, I could feel his cock hardening even more within me, the head swelling and pulsating with each second. I knew that if I did not act quickly, he would lose control, his body would convulse, and his cock would erupt, pumping his hot cum deep within me. I arrived shortly after, and we both leaned against the tree, breathing heavily.
“Where the hell did you learn that from?” He asked, his breathing rapid. His cock remains deep and buried inside of me.
“Somewhere,” I said, my hands on his chest as we both tried to catch our breath. He chuckled, his hands grabbing my ass, making me hit his chest playfully.
“I can feel you getting hard again, but no, let’s go before they find us,” I said, his chuckle sending vibrations through me as he kissed my neck.
“How I wish you weren’t Ezra’s sister. I would have fucked you everywhere, in every tent included,” he murmured, his hands teasing my already sensitive nipples. His voice was a blend of frustration and longing.
I smiled, biting my lips, feeling a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability as I hugged him tightly. “You’re so corny,” I said, our shared laughter breaking the tension.
As he withdrew from me, the immediate emptiness I felt was profound. His absence left me aching for more, but the reality of our situation pulled me back.
“Next time, I am gonna fuck you so hard that you would forget how to walk or even talk,” he said, his smirk both a promise and a challenge.
“Let’s see,” I replied, matching his smirk with one of my own. He handed me my towel from the floor, his playful smack on my ass making me giggle despite the seriousness of the moment. I wrapped the towel around my body.
“Let’s go,” I said, and he nodded, following me from behind as we emerged from our hidden spot. My heart pounded with the thrill of what had just happened, but that thrill quickly turned to dread when I saw Reggie standing in front of us, his expression hardened with suspicion and anger.
“What the fuck were you two doing there, and why the fuck are you in a towel, and why the fuck is Cyrus hard?”
Oh fuck.
TBC