The whole day I kept wondering if anyone knew.

Luis didn’t say a word. No awkward stares. No weird tension. He moved through the day steady as ever. If he told anyone, he was more discreet than I gave him credit for. Still, I couldn’t shake the heat that clung to me. Every glance from the guys made me wonder. Every passing smirk felt a little too long.

I worked through the burn in my thighs and the ache in my arms, pushing harder just to burn off the tension between my legs. It didn’t help. Every time I bent forward, I thought about the way his cock felt in my mouth. The taste of him. The way my orgasm had crashed through me while he spilt down my throat.

I wanted more.

The next morning couldn’t come fast enough.

I got up before first light. Pulled on my boots, wrapped a flannel around my waist, and skipped the bra. The cold bit through my shirt, but I didn’t care. I was already warm.

I stepped outside expecting to find Luis. Instead, I saw Cole.

Leaning against the same tree, arms crossed, cock already standing tall under his boxers. He wasn’t hiding anything.

“Hell of a way to start the day,” he said, grinning. “Thought I’d get in line early.”

I stopped a few paces away.

“You need to queue to piss in the woods?”

“Nah. Pissing isn’t what interests me this morning.”

My stomach churned. “So you heard? Did Luis tell you?”

He shook his head. “I saw. I was up early yesterday, and when I finished my morning skin care routine,” he said, gesturing at his rough skin mockingly, “I wandered out of the toilet, and what do I see out of the window? Why, I see you letting Luis cover you with his load!”

I folded my arms under my chest, cocking one hip. “Enjoy the show?”

“More than I should’ve. “Didn’t think you had that in you.”

“I’ve got a lot in me. Depends who’s asking.”

He nodded toward his tented front. “Well. I’m asking.”

I walked forward slowly. “You think just showing up with your dick out gets you a turn?”

“Worked for Luis.”

I stepped closer, close enough to smell his sweat. “I had a craving yesterday,” I said. “I was generous.”

“I’m really appreciative of generosity.” He unzipped his trousers, letting his cock free.

I looked down at his cock. It was thick and throbbing; the veins in it were standing out and pulsing. It wasn’t as big as Luis’, but I couldn’t deny it was a truly beautiful cock. “Tell you what,” I said. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“I’m listening.”

“You want your wood worked?”

He nodded, eyes fixed on my mouth.

“Then I need my bush sorted first.”

His eyes lifted. Confused.

“You heard me. On your knees. "Face in the brush.” I untied the flannel and pushed my pants down. I hadn’t shaved since I left civilisation. My soaked blond curls were wet with need. I spread my legs and sat on a log.

He dropped without hesitation, hands on my hips, beard already rough against my skin as he pressed in.

The first pass of his tongue made me gasp. Broad, slow, no rush. He licked through my folds like he meant to taste everything. My bush was soaked, dripping, the scent of me heavy in the cold morning air. He groaned low into me. The vibrations sent a throb deep into my gut.

His beard scratched where it met the top of my thighs, coarse and wild. Every movement of his face dragged it across sensitive skin, rough and raw in the best way. I spread my legs wider, letting him bury himself deeper.

He worked me like he was starving. Mouth open, tongue moving with steady rhythm. His nose pushed into the curls at the top of my mound. His tongue circled my clit, then flattened to press harder. Every breath he took fogged hot against my cunt. He didn’t come up for air. He didn’t speak. He just groaned and sucked and licked until I was shaking.

My thighs trembled. My hands gripped the back of his head, fingers knotted in thick hair. I pulled him in harder, grinding on his mouth, grinding on his tongue.

The forest around us faded. I could hear my breath, sharp and shallow. Could feel every flick, every press, every wet sound from below. His beard was slick with me now, chin soaked, lips working me open. His hands gripped my ass, fingers digging in, holding me steady while he worked deeper, firmer, tongue-fucking me until my knees buckled.

I came hard.

The orgasm tore through me, ripping the breath from my lungs. I gasped, jaw clenched, hips jerking against his face. My pussy clenched and pulsed against his tongue, drenching him in the aftershocks. My legs gave out, and I dropped to a squat, thighs trembling, body burning hot against the morning cold.

He looked up, beard soaked, eyes wide, mouth still open like he wasn’t ready to stop.

I was still panting.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “You needed that almost as bad as I did.”

He nodded, licking his lips, tongue dragging slow across his soaked beard.

My legs were still shaking, but I didn’t wait. I pushed him back against the tree and dropped to my knees.

His cock was already out, thick and pulsing, flushed deep red at the tip. I wrapped my hand around it, felt him twitch, then looked up.

“You better hold on.”

I opened my mouth and took him deep. No teasing. No soft warm-up. Just my throat, wet and hungry, pulling him in with purpose. He swore under his breath, one hand bracing on the bark behind him, the other tangling in my hair.

I set the rhythm fast. My lips stretched around him; my throat swallowed him down. My spit ran over my knuckles and dripped from my chin. I pumped with my fist and drove him deeper with every stroke. He groaned, hips jerking forward, trying to keep up.

I didn’t give him the chance.

I grabbed his ass and pulled him into each thrust, taking him to the base, holding him there until his legs trembled. My throat clenched around him, wet and tight, dragging another curse from his lips.

He moaned loudly when I pulled back, lips slick, eyes locked on his.

“Don’t hold back,” I said, voice rough. “Use me.”

He did.

He grabbed both sides of my head and fucked my mouth with hard, uneven thrusts. My tongue worked under him. My throat opened to take the full length. I moaned around him, spit flying, my own arousal still pulsing between my legs with every snap of his hips.

His breathing turned ragged. His grip tightened. His cock swelled in my mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum in you, you dirty bitch!”

I stopped and pulled off him, “Is that any way to talk to a lady?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. A shadow crossed over his face, thinking he had gone too far before I started chuckling and continued stroking his cock. “Got ya!” I dived back on to finish him off

“You cheeky fucking bitch!” he growled

I sucked harder.

He groaned, loud and broken, then came. Thick shots hit the back of my throat, more spilling past my lips, down my chin, onto my chest. I kept sucking until he twitched with overstimulation, legs shaking, hands loosening in my hair.

I pulled off, mouth wet, chest heaving. My face was streaked. My shirt stuck to my skin.

He looked down at me, eyes glassy.

“Holy shit.”

I stood, wiped my mouth, and gave him a slow smile.

“You’re welcome.”

Then I walked back toward camp, cum cooling on my skin, hips sore, throat raw, and already wondering who’d be waiting tomorrow.