The cabin was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, mixed with the distant rumble of thunder. Nate’s cock was thick and hot in my hand, and every stroke made him groan louder, his body shuddering as I worked him over. Kyle’s fingers were buried deep inside me, his thumb now circling my clit in slow, deliberate circles, my hips grinding into his hand without thinking.

Nate's mouth latched onto my nipple again.

"Fuck," I whispered, my voice shaky. I could feel the pressure building…

The door to the cabin swung open.

All three of us froze instantly. My heart leapt into my throat as panic set in. I yanked my shirt down, quickly pulling away from Nate's cock, clamping my thighs shut, half-trapping Kyle’s hand as he tried to pull his fingers free.

I shot a wide-eyed glance at the boys, who were scrambling to adjust their pants and pull the blankets over themselves. My heart was hammering, and I could barely breathe as I turned to the door.

There was no-one there.

The storm had blown the door open, and rain was spattering onto the floor in little wet patches. The relief was so intense that my head fell back on the bed and I started laughing, a breathless, slightly hysterical sound that made both Nate and Kyle look at me like I was crazy.

“Oh my god," I gasped, clutching my chest. "I thought we were caught."

Nate let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, that was kinda scary.”

Kyle, still pale, stood up and moved toward the door. “I’ll get it.”

I wiped a hand across my forehead, realizing I was sweating from more than just the heat of the moment. Kyle closed the door, sealing us back in the thick warmth of the cabin, the storm continuing its angry downpour outside.

“I think we should try and get some sleep now,” I said, still lying between them on the bed, glad the storm had interrupted what was already a very bad idea. “It’s late, and I’ll have to get up early to sort things out…”

Nate slid his hand over my thigh again, bolder this time, gripping me there. "But I think we were in the middle of something, weren’t we, Miss?"

“I’m not sure we–”

That was all I managed to get out before he was leaning into me again, his lips pressing against my neck as his hand slipped under my shirt. His fingers found my nipples, still hard and aching from before, and the second he started teasing them, I knew that this was what I really wanted.

Kyle scooted closer, his hand sliding back between my legs, parting my thighs again. I resisted for a moment and then relinquished control. His fingers found my clit quickly and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as I spread my legs wider for him.

“You’re so wet, miss,” Kyle whispered, almost in awe, his eyes locked on my parted legs, my shaven pussy on display once more. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I tugged Nate’s pants down the rest of the way. His cock sprung free, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward, taking him into my mouth. Nate groaned, his hand gripping the back of my head, guiding me as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft.

Kyle's fingers never stopped, his thumb brushing my clit while his other hand spread me open wider, making it easy for him to slip another finger inside. He was curling them now, hitting that spot that made me arch my back and push my hips forward, desperate for more.

The sound of the rain outside seemed to disappear as the cabin filled with the wet sounds of me sucking Nate’s cock, the rhythm of Kyle’s fingers sliding in and out of me, and the soft moans and grunts coming from all of us. My head was swimming with pleasure, every sensation heightened by the danger of what we were doing—the thrill of almost being caught still lingering in the back of my mind, making everything feel more intense.

Nate’s cock throbbed in my mouth, and I could tell he was close. I stroked him faster with my hand as I sucked, wanting to feel him cum. His hips bucked into my mouth, and when I glanced up, I saw the way his eyes were glazed over, like he couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Fuck,” Nate whispered, his voice barely audible over the storm. His grip on my head tightened, and I felt his cock pulse and twitch between my lips. I swallowed every drop, letting his cock slip from my lips with a wet pop.

Kyle, still working me over with his fingers, pulled me close, whispering in my ear, "You gonna cum too, Miss?"

I gasped, clutching onto him as his thumb pressed harder on my clit, my body trembling with need. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

With one final stroke of his fingers, I came hard, my whole body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I moaned loudly, no longer caring who might hear, my legs trembling as Kyle's fingers worked me through it, not stopping until I was completely spent.

We collapsed together in a tangled heap on the bunk, the storm still raging outside but, inside, we were warm, satisfied, and exhausted.