When His Cousin Parks in the Driveway

Chapter 1

Maya’s phone vibrated on the kitchen counter with a soft *thrum*. She glanced at the screen, a half-smile playing on her full lips. Another text from Chase. Her husband Leo leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee, a playful glint in his eye.

“Is that your secret admirer again?” he teased.

Maya swiped the screen open. It was a photo message. Her breath hitched. It was unmistakably a picture of Chase, in what looked like his camper, a towel slung low on his hips… and below it, the soft, heavy curve of his cock at rest. It was, as the rumors suggested, impressively sized even in its relaxed state.

“Oh my god, Leo,” she breathed out, a flush creeping up her neck. “He actually sent one.”

Leo set his mug down, his bald head gleaming under the kitchen lights. He moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her curvy frame, his chin resting on her shoulder to look at the screen. “See? Told you he’d call your bluff. Your turn, beautiful.”

A new message popped up from Chase: *Your move, Maya. Fair’s fair.*

Her thumbs hovered over the screen. The playful, adventurous part of her warred with a shyness that came from a lifetime of knowing only one man. She felt Leo’s hands slide down to her hips, squeezing gently in encouragement.

“Just a little one,” he murmured, his voice a warm rumble in her ear. “For fun. He’s my cousin. It’s harmless.”

Harmless. The word hung in the air. Maya thought of the massive, soft weight in the photo, the whispered stories of stamina. She thought of Leo, his average, beloved body, and the secret fantasy he’d confessed just last week—seeing her hands on Chase.

Taking a shaky breath, she typed back, her heart hammering against her ribs. *Doesn’t count. Not hard.*

The reply was almost instantaneous. Chase: *Be there Friday. Parkin’ the camper in your driveway. You can inspect the evidence yourself.*

Maya locked the phone and turned in Leo’s arms, her blond hair catching the light. She met his witty, knowing gaze. “He’s coming here?”

“Looks like,” Leo said, his hands sliding up to cradle her face. He brushed his thumb over her lower lip. “We’ll just… see what happens. No pressure. Just a game.”

He kissed her then, deep and lingering, and Maya melted into it. The kiss was a promise, and a permission slip. A tiny, delicious shiver ran through her, part nerves, part a thrilling, unfamiliar heat. Friday suddenly felt both too close and an eternity away.

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Chapter 2

The Friday afternoon sun was warm on Maya’s bare shoulders as she heard the familiar rumble of Chase’s truck pulling into the driveway. Leo squeezed her hand, a silent, giddy signal.

“The fun begins,” he whispered, his eyes twinkling.

Chase stepped out, a goofy grin on his face. He was dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts, his brown hair tousled from the drive. He gave Leo a back-slapping hug, then turned to Maya. His gaze lingered on her for a beat too long, warm and appreciative.

“Look at you,” Chase said, his voice easy. “Been a while, Maya. You look fantastic.”

“Oh, stop,” she said, feeling a blush rise. She’d chosen a simple sundress with a slightly lower neckline than usual.

“I’m parched,” Leo announced, slinging an arm around Chase. “Let’s have a drink out back. I made a pitcher of sangria.”

They settled on the patio furniture in the shaded backyard. Maya sat across from Chase, acutely aware of every move. As she leaned forward to place her glass on the table, she saw his gaze flicker down. It wasn’t crude, just a quick, hungry glance at the swell of her breasts revealed by the dress’s neckline. A thrilling bolt of heat shot straight to her core.

*He’s looking*, she thought, and instead of sitting back, she leaned forward just a fraction more, letting the fabric gape slightly. The exhibitionist thrill was dizzying.

“So, Maya,” Chase said, taking a long sip. “You never did send that photo. I feel cheated.”

Leo chuckled. “She’s a tough negotiator.”

“The evidence wasn’t compelling enough,” Maya managed, her voice a little breathy. She saw Leo watching her, his expression one of proud amusement.

The evening air grew cooler, the sky painting itself in hues of orange and purple. Leo stretched, looking at the shimmering surface of their in-ground pool.

“Man, that water looks nice,” Leo said, a playful edge in his tone. “Bet it’s refreshing. You know what we should do? After it gets good and dark… we should all go skinny dipping. Neighbors won’t see a thing.”

Maya’s heart hammered against her ribs. She clutched her glass. “I’m not sure ‘bout that!” she said, her voice a mix of genuine shock and bubbling excitement.

Chase’s eyes widened, then crinkled with a smile. “I’m in if you’re in,” he said, his gaze locking with Maya’s.

Leo reached over and took Maya’s hand, his thumb stroking her palm. “No pressure,” he murmured, just for her. “Just a game. Remember?”

The promise in his touch, the charged look from Chase, and the dark, inviting water created a potent cocktail of desire in her belly. The game had suddenly moved from a phone screen to her own backyard, and the rules were vanishing by the second.

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Chapter 3

The night air was cool on Maya’s skin, a stark contrast to the heat blooming inside her. Chase’s grin widened as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down, kicking them aside. He stood there, completely naked in the dim light from the patio stringers. Maya’s gaze was pulled downward, her mouth going dry. Even soft, he was magnificent—long and thick, a heavy weight resting against his thigh. The rumors hadn’t lied.

“Your turn, Leo,” Chase chuckled, his voice a low rumble.

Leo didn’t hesitate. He peeled off his shirt and shorts, his own average, familiar body a comforting silhouette before he slipped into the dark water with a quiet splash. “Perfect temperature,” he called out, his eyes on Maya.

That left her standing on the concrete, with Chase’s naked form just feet away and her husband watching from the pool. Leo’s whisper at her ear echoed in her mind. *Just a little handjob for my cousin.*

Chase took a step closer. The scent of his skin, clean sweat and summer night, washed over her. “Scared, Maya?”

Before she could answer, Leo spoke from the water, his voice playful but firm. “Come on, baby. Join us. It’s just us.”

Maya’s fingers trembled as she reached for the tie at the side of her sundress. She undid it, letting the soft fabric fall in a pool at her feet. The night air kissed her bare skin, her shaved pussy feeling impossibly exposed. She kept her eyes on Leo, a lifeline.

“See?” Leo said, smiling. “Nothing to it.”

Chase’s appreciative hum was audible. “Damn, Maya. You’re a vision.”

She quickly stepped to the pool’s edge and descended the ladder, the water cool and liquid silk against her overheated skin. She swam to Leo, who wrapped a wet arm around her waist, pulling her close. His hard cock pressed against her hip.

Chase slid into the water a moment later, the surface rippling. He swam over casually, stopping within arm’s reach. The three of them formed a tense, intimate triangle in the deep end.

Maya turned her face into Leo’s neck, her whisper frantic. “I Leo’t know, Leo. What if he tells someone? Or brags about it? You know your cousin!”

Leo nuzzled her ear, his own breath hot. “He won’t. This is just for us. A little secret.” He took her hand under the water, his touch insistent. “Just touch him, Maya. Just for a minute. Let me watch. It’s all I’m asking.”

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drum of fear and desperate excitement. Leo guided her hand, pulling it from his waist and through the water toward Chase. The space closed. Her fingertips, through the distorting liquid, first brushed the coarse hair of Chase’s thigh, then the startling, velvety heat of his cock. It jumped at her touch.

She gasped, her eyes flying up to meet Chase’s. His playful grin was gone, replaced by a look of intense, hungry focus. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod.

“That’s it,” Leo breathed into her hair, his own hand moving to cup her breast under the water. “Just like that.”

Maya’s fingers curled, her shyness dissolving in the potent mix of her husband’s whispered encouragement and the sheer, thrilling reality of the thick, hardening length in her hand. She began to move her fist, slowly, the water providing a slick, secret glide.

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Chapter 4

Maya’s hand moved under the water with a life of its own, her fist gliding up and down Chase’s thick shaft. The moonlight caught the ripple of each stroke. Leo pressed close behind her, his hands roaming her slick body—one cupping her breast, his thumb circling her tightening nipple, the other sliding down her stomach to the neat, shaved patch between her legs.

“That’s my girl,” Leo whispered into her ear, his voice ragged. “Look at you. Look at him watching you.”

Maya’s eyes flicked up. Chase’s head was tipped back, his mouth open on a silent groan, but his gaze was locked on her face, drinking in every shy, aroused expression. The dual attention—Leo’s hands claiming her, Chase’s eyes devouring her—sent a jolt of pure, wet heat throbbing through her pussy.

“Why?” she gasped out, her rhythm faltering. “Why are you both so… set on this? Just a handjob?”

Leo chuckled, nipping her earlobe. “Tell her, Chase.”

Chase’s eyes found hers, a goofy, breathless smile breaking through his pleasure. “Summer of ’87,” he panted. “Campground up at Bear Lake. We met these two girls from the next site over. Twins, or maybe just sisters. It was all talk, all fantasy. We’d lie in my dad’s tent and whisper about how we’d… you know… team up. One girl, two guys. Just a dumb kid’s dream.”

Leo’s fingers dipped into Maya’s folds, finding her clit. She jerked against him. “It never happened,” Leo continued, rubbing slow, firm circles as he spoke. “We chickened out. Went our separate ways. But we’d joke about it for years. ‘Remember the plan?’”

“And now,” Chase said, his hips pushing gently into her hand, “here you are. Our beautiful Maya. Making a very old, very dumb dream come true.”

The confession melted the last of Maya’s resistance, replacing it with a powerful, feminine glow. She was the fulfillment of a decades-old fantasy. Her hand tightened, her strokes becoming more confident, pulling a deep groan from Chase’s chest.

“Okay,” she breathed, her own hips pushing back against Leo’s teasing fingers. “Okay. I’ll play. Tonight. But *just* this.” She fixed Chase with a look that was both stern and shimmering with excitement. “A handjob. That’s the whole game. You’re here all week, and this is it.”

“Deal,” Chase gritted out, his eyes dark with promise.

“Whatever you say, beautiful,” Leo agreed, but his knowing smile against her shoulder told her he heard the thrilling waiver in her own voice. The game had rules, but the water around them felt dangerously, deliciously deep.

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Chapter 5

Chase’s groans grew deeper, more ragged, as Maya’s fist pumped his slick, hard length under the dark water. Leo’s lips brushed her ear, his voice a hot, insistent whisper.

“That’s it, baby… he loves it. But it’s your turn now. Let him feel what he’s been dreaming about.”

Maya’s hand slowed, her eyes wide. “Leo…”

“Shh,” he soothed, his own hand still idly circling her clit, making her hips twitch. “Just show him. Let his hands on you. It’ll wind him up even tighter, get him there faster. Since you won’t suck him, give him this. Just some touch and feel.”

The logic, warped and thrilling, seeped into her. She looked from Leo’s encouraging, heated gaze to Chase’s face, clenched in pleasure. His eyes opened, dark and questioning.

“Okay,” Maya breathed out, the word barely a whisper. “Just… some touch. Just feel.”

At her nod, Chase’s hands, which had been braced against the pool wall, moved. They slid through the water, a deliberate, slow approach. One large, calloused palm found the curve of her hip. The other rose, fingertips skimming her ribcage before cupping the full, heavy weight of her breast. His thumb swept over her nipple, and Maya gasped, her head falling back against Leo’s shoulder.

“Oh, god,” she moaned.

“Yeah,” Chase gritted out, his voice thick. His touch was confident, exploring, his fingers rolling her nipple into a tight, aching peak. “So soft. So damn perfect, Maya.”

Leo watched, his breath coming faster. “That’s it. Let him. Let him learn you.”

Chase’s hand on her hip drifted lower, fingertips tracing the crease of her thigh before sliding through her wet, shaved curls. He didn’t plunge inside, just palmed her entire mound, his touch possessive and warm even through the water. He rubbed his thumb in a slow, maddening circle over her clit, mirroring Leo’s earlier motion.

“Right there,” Leo whispered, his own arousal pressed firmly against her backside. “See how wet you are for him? For us?”

Maya could only nod, her world narrowing to the two pairs of hands on her body—one familiar and claiming, one new and electrifying. Just as she was sinking into the sensation, a sharp, yellow square of light suddenly cut through the darkness across the yard.

Her body went rigid. “Guys,” she hissed, her voice tight with panic.

Both men stilled. Leo followed her gaze. Old Mr. Henderson’s porch light was on, and the silhouette of a man stood in the doorway, looking out into the night.

A bolt of pure, illicit excitement shot through Maya’s fear. They were completely exposed, three pale bodies glowing in the black water.

“Shit,” Chase murmured, but his hand didn’t leave her pussy; his thumb pressed harder.

“He can’t see us from there, not clearly,” Leo said, but his voice was tight with the same thrilling tension. “The water’s too dark.”

“I Leo’t care,” Maya said, her heart hammering against her ribs. The risk was making her clench around nothing, her arousal spiking dangerously. “Guys, let’s get out. Go to the cabana. We can finish there.” She looked pointedly at Chase’s massive cock, gleaming under the surface in her fist. “I Leo’t want to get a bunch of cum in the pool.”

A slow, goofy grin spread across Chase’s face. “Fair point. Lead the way.”

Leo laughed, a low, excited sound. “Command decision. I like it.”

In a swift, slippery scramble, they disentangled. Maya climbed the ladder first, her bare skin pebbling in the cool night air, acutely aware of two sets of eyes on her ass. She grabbed a towel, not bothering to dry off, and hurried across the damp grass toward the small, shadowed cabana at the back of the yard. The porch light across the way flicked off.

“See? He’s gone back inside,” Leo said, catching up to her, his hand slapping her wet backside playfully.

“Doesn’t matter,” Maya said, pushing the cabana door open. The intimate space smelled of chlorine and sunscreen. A padded bench lined one wall. “The mood’s changed. Now it’s… private.”

Chase ducked inside after them, filling the small space with his presence. He was still gloriously hard, water dripping from his impressive length onto the tile floor. “Private is good,” he said, his eyes locked on hers. “Now, where were we?”

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Chapter 6

The cabana door clicked shut, sealing them in a warm, humid darkness. The only light came from a single, small solar lamp, casting their shadows large and tangled on the wall. Maya stood for a second, dripping and breathless, before Leo’s hands gently guided her down.

“Kneel right here, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick.

She sank to the padded bench, the cool vinyl a shock against her knees. Leo sat to her left, Chase to her right, their naked thighs pressing against her hips. For a moment, she just breathed, the air thick with the scent of chlorine, male sweat, and her own arousal.

“Your hands,” Leo whispered, guiding her right hand to his own hard length. “One for each of us.”

Tentatively, her left hand found Chase. He was already slick from the pool and her earlier touch, and so impossibly thick. Her fingers could barely meet around him. A low groan rumbled in his chest as she began a slow, experimental stroke.

“That’s it,” Leo sighed, his head tipping back as her other hand moved on him. “See how good he feels? Different, right?”

“Yeah,” Maya breathed, her gaze flicking between the two cocks in her hands—one familiar, beloved in its shape; the other a breathtaking novelty of sheer scale and heat. “So different.”

Chase’s hand came up to cradle the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her wet hair. “Fuck, Maya. Your hands are perfect.”

Leo leaned close, his lips brushing her temple. “You’re doing so good. Now that we’re private… maybe you’ll reconsider? Just for a little bit. Just to taste him.”

Maya’s rhythm faltered. She looked at Leo, then at Chase’s flushed, pleading face. The intimacy of the dark cabana, the charged silence, made the idea feel less like a line being crossed and more like a natural, hungry next step.

“Okay,” she whispered, the word tasting of surrender and desire. “But I Leo’t want… you know. Cum in my mouth tonight. It’s getting late anyway.”

A triumphant, giddy smile broke across Leo’s face. Chase just exhaled a shaky, “Thank you.”

Guided by Chase’s gentle pressure, Maya leaned forward. She kept her right hand moving on Leo, a steady anchor to her reality, as she opened her mouth and took the broad, smooth head of Chase’s cock past her lips.

The taste was clean, salty. The sheer width stretched her jaw in a way she’d never experienced. A ragged moan tore from Chase, his hips giving an involuntary little jerk.

“Oh, shit,” he gasped. “Leo, she’s…”

“I see,” Leo said, his voice awed and husky. He watched, mesmerized, as his wife’s blond head bobbed tentatively, her lips stretched around his cousin. His hand tightened on her shoulder. “That’s my girl. Just like that. Get him nice and wet.”

Maya lost herself in the rhythm and the sounds—Chase’s deep, grateful groans, Leo’s feverish praises, the slick, wet noises filling the small space. She used her tongue, exploring the prominent ridge, and Chase’s whole body tensed.

“Easy, easy,” he panted, his fingers tightening in her hair. “I’m close, Maya. Too close.”

She immediately pulled off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening tip. She was panting, her own need a fierce ache between her legs. “I told you,” she said, her voice husky.

“I know, I know,” Chase said, laughing breathlessly. “God, that was… unbelievable.”

Leo pulled her face to his, kissing her deeply, tasting the faint, new flavor on her lips. “Unbelievable is right,” he said against her mouth. “But we’re not done.” He looked at the clock on the wall, its digital numbers glowing. “It is late. One last thing. Let me watch you finish him. With your hands. Both of your hands.”

Maya took both hands and started stroking him with his head in her mouth, as she picks up intensity, she says let me know right before you cum and you can finish on my tits!

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Chapter 7

Maya’s hands moved in tandem, one slick and steady on Leo’s familiar length, the other struggling to keep a full rhythm around Chase’s incredible girth. The humid cabana air was thick with their shared breaths.

“That’s it, baby,” Leo whispered, his eyes locked on the sight of her hands working them both. “God, look at you.”

Chase’s head fell back against the wall with a soft thud. “Feels so damn good, Maya.”

After a minute, Chase’s large hand came up, his fingers gently threading into her damp hair. He didn’t pull, just guided, his thumb stroking her temple. “Just a taste,” he whispered, his voice ragged with need. “Please.”

Maya’s eyes flicked to Leo’s. He was nodding, a bead of sweat tracing down his temple. “Go ahead, baby,” he urged, his own strokes faltering as he watched. “Just like we practiced.”

The words sent a fresh, liquid heat through her core. *Practiced.* He’d imagined this, coached her in his mind. With a shuddering breath, she leaned forward, letting Chase guide her mouth onto him. The broad head pressed past her lips, stretching them wide, and she heard Leo’s sharp intake of breath beside her.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Chase groaned, his hips giving a tiny, helpless thrust.

Maya focused, using her tongue the way Leo liked, tracing the prominent ridge as her hand continued to pump his base. Her other hand never stopped on Leo, who was watching with rapt, feverish intensity.

“Just like that,” Leo chanted, his hand tightening on her shoulder. “Suck him, baby. Get him nice and wet for me.”

The crude encouragement, the sheer taboo of the act, pushed her deeper. She took more, bobbing her head, her saliva making the glide easier. Chase’s groans became guttural, his fingers clenching in her hair.

“Maya… I’m gonna… I can’t hold it,” he gasped, his whole body tensing like a bowstring.

She pulled off with a wet pop, both hands flying back to his shaft. “Do it,” she panted, her voice husky and commanding in a way she didn’t recognize. “Let me see. Now!”

With a ragged shout that was half her name, half a curse, Chase’s release erupted. Hot, thick pulses striped her stomach and breasts, painting her skin. She kept stroking him through it, milking every last shudder, until he slumped back, spent.

Leo’s hand suddenly covered hers on his own cock, his pace turning frantic. “Look at you,” he gritted out, his eyes devouring the mess on her skin. “My gorgeous wife. His own climax hit seconds later, a warm rush joining Chase’s on her belly.

For a long moment, the only sound was their heavy breathing. Then Chase leaned forward, his lips finding hers in a soft, grateful kiss. Leo’s arm came around her, pulling her back against his chest, his lips pressing to her sweaty temple.

“You,” Leo whispered into her hair, his voice full of awe, “are absolutely perfect.”

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Chapter 8

Maya let out a breathless, sated laugh, gently pushing herself upright from the tangle of limbs on the cabana floor. She felt the cooling streaks on her skin and a deep, buzzing warmth in her core.

“Okay, boys,” she said, her voice husky but firm. She used a clean corner of the towel to wipe her stomach, a gesture that felt strangely domestic amid the charged air. “Fantasy complete. Now it’s bedtime.”

Chase chuckled lowly, his eyes soft as he admired her. “Fair enough. That was… incredible.”

Leo stood and helped Maya to her feet, pulling her into a tight, sticky embrace. He kissed her temple, then her lips, tasting of salt and satisfaction. “You were amazing.”

Maya slipped into her robe, tying the belt with a playful tug. “Maybe tomorrow we can fulfill *my* fantasy,” she said, a coy smirk playing on her full lips. “If you’re lucky!”

Chase pulled on his shorts, his gaze sharpening with curiosity. “By the way,” he said, stepping closer, his voice a low rumble. “What *is* your fantasy?”

Maya leaned into Leo’s side, her blond hair brushing his shoulder. She looked Chase up and down, her playful shyness returning, but laced now with a new power. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she teased, her eyes sparkling. “I guess we’ll just have to find out tomorrow night. Good night, big boy.”

She took Leo’s hand and led him out of the cabana, leaving Chase standing there with a wide, intrigued grin. They walked, barefoot and quiet, across the dewy grass toward the back porch light. Chase watched them go for a moment before turning toward the dark silhouette of his camper.

Inside the house, Leo locked the door and pulled Maya into the kitchen. He cupped her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip. “You really have a fantasy?”

“Maybe,” she whispered, pressing against him. The adrenaline was fading, replaced by a heavy, sated exhaustion. “Seeing you both like that… it got me thinking.”

“Tell me,” Leo breathed, his hands sliding down to her hips.

“Nope,” she laughed softly, extracting herself. “You’ll have to wait. Just like Chase.” She gave him a quick, deep kiss. “Now, shower. Then sleep.”

Upstairs, under the warm spray, Leo washed the evidence of their night from her skin with gentle, worshipful hands. He didn’t press her further, just held her close under the water, his own body humming with a profound contentment.

As they toweled off, Maya glanced out the bathroom window. A single light was on in Chase’s camper, a small, golden square in the dark.

“He’s probably lying in there thinking about it,” Leo murmured, nuzzling her neck.

“Good,” Maya said, a thrill running through her. She turned and wrapped her arms around Leo’s neck. “Let him wonder.”

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Chapter 9

Leo kissed Maya on the cheek, his hand warm on her shoulder. “Emergency at the plant. I’m called in,” he said, his voice a low whisper near her ear. “You keep our cousin out of trouble today.”

Maya laughed, the sound throaty and rich. “You know I wouldn’t bet on that,” she teased, rolling onto her back to look up at him. “It is Chase we’re talking about.”

He winked, gave her one last lingering look, and closed the bedroom door behind him. The silence of the house settled around her, thick and heavy with memory.

Maya let her hand drift down her body, sliding under the sheets. She replayed last night in vivid flashes—the cool water, the hot skin, Chase’s heavy weight in her hand, the shameless sounds in the dark cabana. Her fingers found her slick heat, circling lazily as she bit her lip. It was delicious, this private echo of shared pleasure. After a few minutes of self-indulgence, she sighed and slid out of bed, a plan forming.

She padded naked to the kitchen, put on a pot of coffee, and pulled a box of glazed donuts from the pantry. She shrugged into her silk robe, letting it hang open for a moment as she admired her own flushed skin in the hallway mirror. She didn’t bother tying it. Clutching two mugs and the pastry box, she stepped out into the bright morning.

She knocked softly on the camper door. It swung open almost immediately.

Chase stood there in just a pair of grey boxer briefs, his brown hair sleep-tousled. His face lit up with a genuine, boyish excitement. “Maya! Hey! Come in.”

The small space was warm and smelled like him—clean linen and a hint of aftershave. Maya set the mugs and box on the tiny table and took a seat on the bench. As she leaned forward to pour the coffee, the top of her robe fell open, exposing the soft, full curve of one breast and its pink, peaked nipple to the morning light filtering through the blinds.

Chase’s eyes flicked down, then quickly back to her face. He tried for a casual smile as he sat across from her. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” she said softly, handing him a mug. Her robe stayed open.

They drank their coffee and ate their donuts, a quiet, charged companionship filling the space. Maya watched his eyes, the way they kept drifting back to her exposed skin. She saw the effect it was having on him—the growing tent in his thin boxers, the impressive outline becoming unmistakable.

She took a slow sip of coffee, her eyes glinting over the rim of the mug. “So,” she began, her voice a playful purr. “Didn’t you get enough action last night?”

Chase choked on a bite of donut, coughing as he set his mug down. A deep blush crept up his neck. “I, uh…” He looked at her, really looked at her, his gaze dropping again to her breast. “Seeing you like this, Maya… It does things to a guy. Last night was amazing. But this? This is its own kind of torture.”

Maya smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips. She didn’t move to cover herself. Instead, she leaned back slightly, letting the robe gape a little wider. “Is it now?”

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Chapter 10

Maya reached for her cup of coffee, took a deliberate sip, and let her eyes sparkle over the rim. “So,” she purred, her voice low. “How big is that cock anyway?”

She winked.

Chase’s jaw went slack for a second before a goofy, delighted grin spread across his face. “Uh… you got a tape measure?”

Maya laughed, the sound rich and warm in the small space. “Maybe later. Should we go for round two now, or wait ‘til Leo gets home?” She leaned forward, letting her robe gape further. “He was called into work. But I’m sure he wouldn’t mind… as long as we take a video or two.”

She saw the realization hit him, his eyes darkening with pure heat. Without another word, Maya stood up. The silk robe fell fully open, and she let it, standing gloriously naked before him in the morning light. She stepped close, cupped his stubbled cheek, and kissed him—a deep, promising kiss that tasted of coffee and glazed sugar.

Then she turned and slowly walked the short distance down the camper’s narrow hall to the bedroom. With each step, the sway of her hips was a deliberate invitation. At the doorway, she paused, glanced over her shoulder, and let the robe slip from her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, exposing the gorgeous, tight curve of her ass to his hungry gaze.

“Well?” she said, looking back at him. “You just gonna stare?”

Chase was up in an instant, closing the distance. His hands found her hips, his warm, hard body pressing against her back. He buried his face in her blond hair. “God, Maya. You’re unbelievable.”

He turned her around to face him, his kiss fierce now, all playful pretense gone. His hands roamed her curvy body—kneading her full breasts, sliding down her shaved mound, gripping her ass. Maya moaned into his mouth, her own hands fumbling with the waistband of his boxer briefs. She pushed them down, and his cock sprang free, already thick and rigid.

“Oh my,” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around him. He was as substantial as she remembered, a heavy, veined weight that made her heart pound. “Leo was right about the rumors.”

She guided him back until his legs hit the edge of the camper’s small bed, and he sat down. Maya knelt on the floor between his spread knees, looking up at him. “Let’s make that video for my husband,” she whispered, her tone a mix of shyness and daring.

She didn’t wait for an answer. Leaning in, she took the broad head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge. Chase groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. “Maya… fuck, yes.”

She worked him slowly, savoring the salty taste, the way he filled her mouth. One of her hands played between her own legs, her fingers slipping easily through her slick folds as she pleasured him. The intimate, wet sounds filled the quiet bedroom. She could feel his thighs trembling, a telltale sign of his building tension, but she kept her rhythm steady, deep, and slow—a promise of what was to come, but not yet.