Chapter 4: Firelight and Broken Barriers

The fire had burned high all evening, fed with split oak until the flames licked twenty feet into the black sky. Sparks spiraled upward and vanished among the stars. Becca stood in the center of the clearing, naked, her copper hair loose down her back, the firelight painting her body in shades of gold and shadow.

Brittney sat on a folded blanket near the tents, knees drawn up, hoodie unzipped. Watching.

Matt circled first. He stepped behind Becca and gathered her hair in one fist, tipping her head back against his shoulder. His other hand slid down her belly, fingers spreading her, and Becca’s mouth fell open with a low, satisfied moan that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than her chest.

Jeff approached from the front. He was already hard, his cock standing thick and dark against his stomach. Becca reached for it without being told, wrapping her fingers around the shaft.

“There he is,” she murmured, and pulled him into her mouth.

Jeff’s breath punched out of him. She took him deep on the first stroke, her throat working, her green eyes rolling up to meet his. Saliva slicked her lips and dripped onto her chin.

Behind her, Matt spat into his palm, stroked himself twice, and notched the head of his cock against her pussy. Then he lifted her hips—just like that, one arm banded under her waist—and sank into her in a single, wet plunge.

Becca cried out around Jeff’s cock, a muffled, vibrating sound that made Jeff groan and grip her hair. Matt set a rhythm immediately, no gentleness in it, his hips slapping against the swell of her ass. Becca rocked between them, impaled at both ends, one hand braced on Jeff’s thigh.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped whenever Jeff pulled free for air. “Both of you. God.”

The log smoked. The fire cracked. And Brittney’s fingers had found their way beneath the waistband of her shorts. She wasn’t hiding it anymore. Her breath came in short, sharp pulls, her eyes fixed on the three bodies moving in the firelight.