Oh yes

The fire popped. Somewhere above them, a night gull called once and faded.

Emily’s lips parted, but she didn’t answer Jamie right away. Her gaze drifted around the circle, the question still hanging, thick and pulsing like the tension in the air.

Then she looked straight at Cara.

“Cara,” she said softly, almost teasingly.

The group collectively sucked in a breath—already leaning forward, already imagining what would come next.

Cara arched an eyebrow, licking her bottom lip. “Yeah?”

Emily smirked. “Is Theo any good at it?”

The reaction was immediate. Marcus choked on his drink. Jamie burst out laughing. Olivia leaned forward, eyes wide and delighted. Even Theo blinked, caught completely off guard as he looked between the two women like he’d misheard.

Cara, though?

Cara beamed.

Her hand flew to her chest in mock reverence. “Babe,” she said, looking at Theo, “you have to. You’ll love it. And yes,” she added, turning back to Emily with heat in her eyes, “he’s fucking amazing at it. You should try him out.”

Theo's mouth opened. Closed.

Then Cara reached behind him and shoved him—lightly, playfully—toward Emily.

Theo caught himself in the sand, blinking, then looked at Emily again, stunned… and hard. So hard the outline of him was painfully obvious against his board shorts.

Emily didn’t move.

She just leaned back on her elbows, eyes half-lidded, legs parting slowly as she pulled the blanket from her lap and let it fall behind her.

An invitation. No more words.

Theo dropped to his knees.

He was on her in seconds, hands sliding up her thighs, lips already dragging down her stomach. He didn’t waste time. He hooked his fingers in her bikini bottoms and yanked them down in one sharp tug, the fabric catching momentarily before baring her—slick, swollen, glistening in the firelight.

She gasped, hips lifting instinctively.

He dove in.

His tongue was hot, wide, eager. He didn’t tease. Didn’t circle. He licked her like a man starving, mouth flat against her folds, tongue pressing firm strokes over her clit in quick succession. His fingers spread her open. His nose nudged against her mound. His palms slid beneath her ass and held her up as he sucked her clit between his lips and flicked.

“F-fuck,” Emily whimpered, head tipping back, hair spilling across the sand.

The fire cracked. Someone groaned—Marcus, probably. Olivia’s breathing quickened. Jamie muttered jesus christ under his breath as Theo devoured her like he didn’t care that other people were watching, one of them his girlfriend.

She came the first time with a breathless, broken gasp, thighs trembling around Theo’s head, back arching as her hands clawed at the sand.

He didn’t stop.

He held her through it—mouth sealed, tongue grinding, pressure unrelenting—until her body seized again, thighs clenching, hips jerking up off the towel. She came a second time harder, crying out with a raw, almost shocked moan that echoed between the dunes.

Theo pulled back only when her legs buckled inward and her hands tried weakly to push him away.

She was soaked.

Ruined.

Trembling.

The firelight painted her flushed, glazed skin in gold and shadow. Her chest heaved, nipples stiff, cunt glistening.

Theo looked stunned at himself.

And Cara?

Cara clapped once, slow and proud. “Told you.”