Page 55 of Cedarwood Cabin

“Did you tell him?” I ask sheepishly.

“Flora, you were screaming my name last night. Even with the storm, we all could hear it.”

I grab the cloth from his hands and throw it at him, giggling. “Oh, shut it,” I say playfully.

Dax laughs and goes back to tinkering with his bike. Despite the playful banter, guilt settles in my stomach as I glance in Lyka’s direction. Did he feel betrayed? Or was it something more? Surely not…He is always grumpy with me.

I find myself wondering if either of us feels something. I turn my attention back to Dax. “So, what are you working on?”

“Ah, just tweaking the suspension. Making sure everything’s perfect for the next ride.”

Dax focuses back on the bike. As he works, my mind keeps drifting back to Lyka's expression.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” I tell him

Dax looks up from his bike. “Want me to join?” he asks, his eyes locking onto mine with a playful glint.

Biting my bottom lip, I look him up and down. Without a word, I take his hand. He tosses his tool into the metal box and we head back to the cabin together.

The water cascades over us, both fully naked. Dax’s cock is hard, the condom already in place. He pushes me up against the cold tiles and the sensation sends a shiver through my body. His lips meet mine and our tongues touch. I push him back and whisper, “Now I want to try out your right hand.”

Dax lifts one of my thighs, holding it securely. His lips advance down to my neck while his other hand moves slowly to my pussy, parting my folds open. One finger slips inside and I let out a whine.

“You’re still so tight.” He starts pulsating his finger, feeling my pussy walls.

“Dax…” I moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders for support.

He withdraws his finger from my pussy and brings it to my lips, prying them open. Without hesitation, I suck on his finger, tasting myself. “Fuck, Flora,” he growls.

I roll my tongue around his finger and he removes it from my mouth.

“I want you to fuck me, Dax.”

The tip of his cock lines up to my entrance and he thrusts forward, entering me with a single, swift motion. My body arches against the cold tiles and I cling to his shoulders, biting my bottom lip.

Dax powerfully thrusts into me over and over. I can’t help but let out repeated moans that echo off the tiles.

My leg wraps around his waist and I pull him deeper inside me. The friction of his cock sliding in and out of me makes my eyes roll back in pure bliss.

“Dax! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I cry out.

He groans against my neck. “You’re so fucking perfect, Flora.”

As he continues to fuck me, he buries his head between my neck and shoulder. Our loud moans blend with the sound of the water.

Suddenly, I notice something dark out of the corner of my eye through the wet, glass panel. I wipe the condensation with my hand to see Lyka standing at the door, watching us.

I don’t know why, but I get a thrill from being watched. I don’t say anything to Dax; I’m too lost in the sensations.

As my body moves up and down, I lock eyes with Lyka. His expression is unreadable through the droplets of water. His stare is burning. Knowing he’s watching us turns me on even more.

Dax's pace quickens, thrust after thrust as he nears his climax.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” he exclaims.

With a harsh groan, he comes and I feel his cock pulsating inside me. He rests his head on my shoulder and breathes deeply. I hold the back of his head and kiss his shoulder. The water continues to cascade over us.

I look at the door, expecting Lyka to still be there, but the space where he stood is now empty.

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