The cabin door clicks shut. He doesn't wait. She doesn't want him to.

Doors open and the guys start getting out.

It’s over…

Finally over…

I shift forward on the seat. The thin fabric of my skirt peels away from the back of my thighs.

All sticky…

I press my thighs together while shifting towards the door and push myself up.

The whole world tilts.

For a second, the ground shifts and the trees blur in front of my eyes. I grab the door frame without thinking and close my eyes.

Okay… Okay…

My legs feel like jelly.

I bend my knees slightly, lower my head, and take a deep breath.

“Are you okay, babe?” I hear Tom somewhere in the distance.

“Mmm… yeah…”

Another deep breath.

“Just give me a moment…”

The pulse returns to my head.

I open my eyes.

The sunlight hits me like a slap.

Too bright. Too loud.

And then the rest of it comes back.

All at once.

The state I’m in.

The state of my panties.

I blink and stand there for a second before carefully letting go of the door frame.

Their voices blur around me. Laughing, talking, someone saying something about drinks. I can’t focus on any of it.

I take a step.

Everything shifts.

Another step.

A drop slowly traces down the inside of my thigh.

I feel like I’m not even real.

Tom puts his arm around my waist.

“You okay?”

I force a smile and nod.

Leaning on him, I quickly run my palm over the back of my skirt.

Feels okay. Just slightly warm.

“That was a long drive.” one of the guys says, popping the trunk open.

“A joint and then we hit the lake?” another one mutters, stretching his arms.

“Dibs on the top bunk!” someone laughs behind me.

Everything’s normal. All laughter and summer and bags and footsteps…

Another drop starts making its way down my thigh.

Tom squeezes my hip.

“C’mon. Let’s see our room.”

I nod, barely. My mouth’s too dry to speak.

We walk toward the cabin.

He leads me through the living room, straight to one of the doors on the side. The guys are somewhere behind us. I hear them talking about beer and grilling and who brought what.

All of it feels far away.

The door closes behind us with a soft click.

I barely have time to breathe before Tom grabs me.

“Come here.”

His hand grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in. His mouth finds mine, fast and greedy. His body slams into mine and I melt forward, everything soft, everything too ready.

He pushes me back into the door.

It shudders as my back slams into it, the wood hitting hard against my shoulder blades and the back of my head.

His other hand is already under my skirt, pressing against my bare pussy, the panties still pushed to the side.

I gasp into his mouth as he pushes his finger inside me.

My thighs tremble around his hand, clenching and shaking against it. I can’t stop them.

I love it when he’s like this…

I clutch his shirt, pulling at his collar. I kiss him like I’ve been starving.

I have…

Aching for this since last Sunday…

Like my body forgot how to rest without him inside me…

Like my muscles only know how to relax when he’s fucking me…

He grunts into my mouth as he presses me against the squeaking door.

He unzips his pants, lets them drop, and hikes my skirt up.

His fingers dig into my ass, pulling the soaked panties back. The wet fabric digs into the side of my pussy, pressing almost painfully against my folds, squeezing everything out as he keeps tugging.

His cock presses against my swollen, spread open pussy.

I whimper.

The cold air hitting my damp ass makes me twitch.

“Fuck, babe.” he mutters.

“You’re so soaked.”

I am. Oh, god, I am.

“You should have just let me fuck you in the car.” he adds.

I wish I had. I was so close…

He presses into me without warning. His cock slides inside and the sudden fullness forces a gasp from my throat.

My whole body welcomes him like it’s been waiting for this exact moment all week.

I arch and cry out, my hands clutching the back of his shirt.

My legs wrap around his waist as he drives all the way in, the door frame creaking loudly behind me.

The frame squeaks with every thrust.

Mixing with the voices from the living room.

The guys are right outside…

It’s… It’s fine…

He moves hard and fast, breath ragged against my throat. His hands firmly clamp around my ass, almost painful as he slams into my gushing pussy.

I missed this so much.

My moans come in gasps, sharp, high and uncontrollable.

Oh, close…

So close…

So desperate…

Yes… like this…

Like my body just exists to be fucked…

He stops.

His hands grab my hips, holding me still.

“No! No, no…” I whimper, frustrated.

My body tries to move on its own, hips jerking uselessly against him, trying to get that last push I need.

Just… Just a bit…

He grabs my jaw and squeezes my lips together.

“You’re not cumming yet, you little slut.” he groans.

Slut?

For a second something flickers.

Slut!?

A laugh bursts out of me all shaky, my hips still squirming against him.

My legs are still wrapped around his waist as he turns, lifts and tosses me onto the bed all in one motion.

The bed creaks and I bounce once, landing on my back, still laughing, my whole body trembling from being left right on the edge.

So close…

He grabs my legs and flips me onto my stomach.

“Oooo…” I gasp, still giggling.

His hand slams down on my ass.

The sound of the slap snaps through the room.

“Auu!”

The laugh dies in my throat. The sting spreads fast and I turn my head to give him an angry look, all breathless.

Another loud smack.

“What?” he laughs while his hands grab my burning cheeks.

“Mmmm…” escapes me as he pulls them apart, stretching and spreading everything.

Then his hot cock presses on my pussy. Sliding in with no effort at all.

All the way.

A long moan slips out of me, muffled into the pillow.

“Haaa…”

It feels fuller from this angle, deeper.

My fingers claw at the sheets.

His hand grabs my hair and pulls.

My head jerks back with a sharp sting at my scalp, neck straining, mouth falling open.

“Aaahhh…” comes out by itself.

His other hand slides under me and finds my tit.

Fingers close around the nipple, the whole pointy thing, areola bunched in with it.

How does he even like those things…

Squeezing and pulling roughly, almost too much.

All nipple, no tit…

And he starts moving.

Each thrust drives me forward into the mattress. His grip on my nipple tightening with every stroke. My hair pulled taut. My whole body pinned and shaking under him.

This is…

“Ah, ah, ah, goo… oo… ood… od, ah, ah…” I let out with every thrust.

His thrusts smacking against my ass.

God… this… exactly this…

“Ah, ah, yes, ahh, this, yes, this, this…”

The pressure builds as laughter breaks out in the next room.

Then it snaps.

It starts tearing through me. Taking me apart completely.

“Aaaa, ahh, aaaa, a, a, ahhh…” a broken cry ripping out of me, my body locking up, thighs shaking violently, my pussy clenching hard around him while he keeps driving into me through every wave.

“Haa, ha, hh…” I pant loudly through his thrusts as a thought comes to me.

So loud… and the guys are in the next room…

It dissolves instantly as another wave hits me.

“Ahh, ah, ah…”

He groans as well and slams in once more.

Then stops.

Deep inside me I feel him pulse, pumping his cum into me as his fingers keep gripping and pulling on my nipple.

The pain radiates through my whole breast.

For a moment neither of us moves.

Just breathing.

Slowly his grip loosens.

He releases my painful nipple.

My head rests on the pillow and I whimper, while my legs still shake with aftershocks.

As long as he’s inside me…

Everything is good.

Good…