“How long?” Ryan asked the driver, a young girl who handled the curves of the road with ease in her little Kia.

“ETA is ten minutes,” she said. “You guys get stranded? Tube pop?”

“Something like that,” Ryan said.

“There’s a towel there if you need to dry off,” the driver said. “I always keep a stack when tubing season starts.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He and Poppy both reached for the towel and draped it over their laps. Instantly, his hand was under the towel and between her thighs. “You said ten minutes?” he asked the driver.

“Yeah. You guys want music?”

“Whatever you like,” Ryan said. “As long as it’s loud.”

As the driver cranked up The Chainsmokers, Ryan wrapped a knot of Poppy’s swimsuit around his fist—right at her mound. Her eyes got big as he started to slightly jerk the suit up and down. He knew it rubbed every part of her just right, and her eyes started to roll back.

When her breathing got fast, he slowed down and released the suit.

A part of him wanted so much to make her come, right then and there in that stranger’s car. Normally the idea would be such a turn-on, but with Poppy it was different. This is wrong, he thought to himself. He didn’t know if it was this particular moment, or the whole thing. But something was off.

“Your friend already paid,” the girl said when she parked outside the cabin. She held up her phone and waved it at them.

“Thanks,” Ryan said. He pulled Poppy close to him in the back seat.

He looked up and saw the driver as she stared at him in the rearview. Did she know what I was doing the whole time?

“You kids be good,” she said as they exited, though she was years younger than them.

This was getting out of control.

The cabin was dark inside. Just a few slivers of daylight poked through. He sat down on the couch and tried not to think about the erection that ached in his trunks. “Poppy, we need to talk—”

But she was already on him. “You can’t turn me on like that and leave me hanging,” she said as she kissed him. Poppy pulled the upper half of the suit down and exposed her breasts. She played with them as they kissed.

She straddled him. With just thin swimsuit fabric between them, it felt like they were naked. He was fully hard instantly, and by instinct grasped her hips and pulled her firmly against his erection.

Her mouth was on his, and it was just like the first time—like the last time. But now, he knew her body a little better. He could nip and bite at her lips, her neck, and knew exactly how she’d respond.

Poppy let her feet touch the floor, her hands on his thighs, and in one movement she stripped the rest of the bathing suit off her body. Traces of wetness lingered all over her skin. She smelled like the river, like something wild.

He didn’t even realize when she leaned over, gripped his trunks and pulled them to the floor. All he could focus on was the complete nakedness of her beautiful body.

It was even better than he’d imagined. Her breasts were like perfect teardrops, accentuated by tight little pink knots of nipples. The shock of the air on her bare skin had made them harden instantly, and he wanted nothing more than to lick and suck on them.

From her breasts to the slight suggestion of a ribcage that topped her incredibly small waist, his eyes roamed farther down. The flare of her hips were perfect for holding onto. And the trimmed small triangle of hair that her bathing suit had barely covered hid what he knew was the sweetest, most addictive treasure he’d ever encounter.

He felt his cock as it began to ache, as it moved from desire and want to sheer need.

Ryan pushed himself to sit on the edge of the couch, grabbed her hips like they were made for him, and brought her center to his mouth. With one arm, he lifted her thigh and placed her foot on the cushion beside him. He had the perfect view of Poppy and her pink, flawless folds.

He flicked his tongue lightly across her clit, coaxed it out of her hood. He heard her moan lightly and felt her fingers as they wove into his hair. That dark blonde hair brushed against his nose. As he worked her clit, his tongue faster and harder, it became impossible to tell where her own juices began and where the remnants of the river ended.

She ground herself into him in rhythmic movements. He was dimly aware of the window right behind him, the window that Poppy faced completely naked. If anyone were to arrive, they’d have a full view of her as she stood, half spread-eagle as she fucked his mouth.

It was like she couldn’t get enough of him, and had no inhibitions. She pressed his mouth firmly against her clit, pushed herself up and down, encouraged his tongue to explore her entry. There, the wetness was so intense he had to swallow a mouthful of her to keep his breath. How can she be this wet? He opened his eyes, but all he could see was the pink sea of her. “You’re amazing,” he told her, and looked up. All he could see were her breasts as they shook above his face.

His hands roamed as they wished, sliding up her stomach to cup her breasts. When he went to pinch her nipples, he felt that she already had a hand there. He smiled. She was wild, completely entrenched in pleasure. She played with herself with one hand and controlled the ebb and flow of his head with the other.

Ryan let his thumb take over for his tongue to gaze up at her and take it all in. Her eyes were closed, and she bit her lip. Her hand was on his and she guided his palm from one breast to the other. She sensed his eyes on her, looked down and smiled—the same gapped smile he’d known all his life.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” he told her, and went back to licking and sucking her clit.

She groaned louder. He felt her legs, her thighs, as they shook on either side of his head.

When he moved to slide a finger inside her, she shifted away from him. He thought nothing of it. Ryan reached both hands behind her, clutched her round ass cheeks and pulled her closer.

“Ryan,” she whispered. “I want you to do it.”

In an instant, he pulled her down on top of him. She straddled him like before, but this time there was nothing between them. He gripped his cock, ready to guide himself into her.

“I want you to be my first,” she said as she kissed his neck. His tip was pressed against the heat of her clit.

“Your first?” he asked, confused.

“You know…” she said.

“Wait,” he froze and she lifted her head to look at him. “You’ve had sex before, right?”

“No…” she said. “I thought—I mean, I figured you knew that.”

Her innocence killed him. Could that be true? How could that even be possible? He ran over all their history together, and realized she’d never actually talked about sex. He’d told her all about his first time, but couldn’t recall a thing about hers.

“I can’t—we can’t do this,” he said. “We shouldn’t do this. It’s not right. I can’t be your first—especially since you’re with someone else… it can’t be all sneaky like this. On the sly.” He closed his eyes and listened to the words, the excuses, as they spilled out of him. In his head, he knew they sounded right. But in his heart and in every other feral part of him, it sounded weak.

“Ry,” she said. She had the power to still everything with just one word. “I want this. I want you.” She started kissing him again, and he couldn’t resist. Her mouth moved to his jawline and down to his throat. “I need you,” she purred into his ear. “I have for so long. Please… ”

He knew it wasn’t right, not really, but he couldn’t stop. Screw it, he thought. He grabbed her thighs and in one smooth motion flipped her onto her back. She laughed, and her breasts shook with the motion. On top of her, he made his way down from the hollow of her throat to those idyllic breasts he’d fantasized about for so long.

When he finally took one of her nipples between his lips and rolled his tongue along it, he could feel himself somehow grow even harder. “I fantasized about this,” he told her as he kissed his way over to her other nipple.

“Really,” she replied with a throaty whisper. She didn’t believe him.

“Really,” he said. “Not that long ago I jacked off in my shower thinking about this.”

She laughed and pressed her groin against him. The heat and wetness between his legs soaked his stomach. He lightly bit and kissed his way back up to her. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said as he held himself above her. He rubbed his tip, wet with pre-cum, back and forth along her clit.

“You won’t,” she said.

He shifted, grasped his shaft and positioned himself at her entry. “Do you want to do it?” he asked.

She smiled, reached down to him, and began to guide him into her.

It was gradual, the kind of excruciating slowness that made him feel everything and need it so much more. She was tighter, warmer and wetter than he could have ever dreamt. He was halfway in and she begged in his ear, “Please.” That’s all she had to say.

She cried out when he filled her completely, and for a moment he just stayed still, buried deep inside her. He wanted her to set the pace, to dictate what she wanted, what she needed. After a few seconds, she began to search for his lips with hers. Push herself against him. He matched her movements with ease. They moved together in sync as he dove over and over into her.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered. She felt like perfection.

Poppy’s legs were wrapped around him tightly, but she began to loosen. He felt her legs spread open wide to take in all of him. And to give him the best access to her clit. Her hands dug into his back, pulling him in closer, harder and tighter.

“Ride me,” he said as he grabbed her waist. He sat her on his lap and as she faced him, her nipples brushed against his face. Poppy held onto the couch cushions and bucked into him wildly. He held onto her hips and sucked on her breasts while he willed himself not to come yet. Not yet. “Are you going to come for me?” he asked her.

She breathed heavily and he could hear the wet slaps between them. She dripped nonstop, like nothing he’d experienced before. She just moaned in reply.

He wanted more than this, more than a tryst on the couch. He needed to fuck her properly.

Ryan cupped her ass and stood up. Her eyes shot open and she intuitively wrapped her legs around his waist. They fucked, slowly, even as he carried her to the bedroom with her arms curled around his neck.

He tossed her on the bed, and she shoved the couple’s bags to the floor. As he stood between her legs, opened wide to take him, he couldn’t believe how incredible she looked. “You want this?” he teased her.

She gave him a smile he’d never seen before, one of pure hunger.

“I do,” she said. He pressed just the tip of himself into her, then peeled open her thighs even wider with his hands.

“Say it, ” he told her.

“I want it,” she said. He pushed himself an inch into her and she began pulling at her nipples.

“Say you want my cock.”

“Ryan!” she said, and a shroud of embarrassment fell over her.

“Come on,” he said. He rocked gently, and just barely in and out of her.

“I want your cock,” she said quietly. She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I don’t believe you,” he said. He was on the edge, about to explode. It was no longer a game. He needed her to say it.

Something in her changed. It happened fast. “I want your cock,” she said steadily. Her gaze fastened on his.

It was all he needed. He slammed into her, and Poppy’s head dropped back. With one thumb he rubbed her clit as they fucked. Her juices covered his hand, and tiny droplets sprayed across her abdomen. Had she squirted? She was beyond wet, like nothing he’d seen before. Her nails clawed into his thighs. She tried to hold him deeper, and her clit was incredibly swollen. It responded to every touch.

“Are you going to come for me?” he asked her again. She answered with a nod, eyes screwed shut and mouth open.

He lowered himself onto her, could feel her nipples pressed against his chest. She cried out and hugged him closer. Ryan couldn’t fathom how he was holding out so long. He was on the precipice, but it didn’t matter. He wanted to make this last as long as he could.

His mouth went to her collarbone and he explored every crevice. The sweat between their bodies made her taste saltier than the ocean. He couldn’t get enough. “Come for me,” he commanded. “Come for me.”

“I’m close,” she told him. He fucked her deeper, stayed a moment each time at her depths, and she responded.

“Come for me,” he told her again.

“Ryan,” she said. He felt the quakes tremor through her body. “I’m coming… I’m coming.”

He felt her entire world move, and with it he released into her. Ryan cried into her neck, called her name over and over. He emptied himself into her, and she arched her back when his come shot into her. Her body wanted to drink him all in.

For what must have been minutes, he stayed like that, deep inside her. He felt their combined juices swimming within her. Finally, he pushed himself to the side and panted.

Poppy didn’t hesitate. She stood up and walked naked out of the room. She didn’t say a single word.