Cara

Emily sat up straighter, adjusting the blanket around her shoulders but making no effort to cover her chest. Her nipples were still flushed and stiff, her skin dewy with sweat and salt and something more. The fire cracked again, casting ribbons of orange across her belly as her breathing slowed, and she felt the stares—hungry, electric, waiting.

But she didn’t shrink from them.

She reached down, took a slow sip from her drink, and then turned her gaze to Cara—legs tucked under her, one shoulder still pressed to Theo’s. Her eyes were bright and alert, her expression half-daring, half-expectant.

“Cara,” Emily said, her voice velvet-soft, “truth or dare?”

Cara smirked immediately. “Dare, obviously.”

Emily’s lips parted, and she let the idea bloom slow and hot on her tongue before speaking.

“Then I dare you to jack off Marcus… for a full minute. Right here. No blankets.”

A single beat of silence.

Then the group erupted.

“Jesus Christ,” Jamie barked, half-shocked, half-delighted.

Marcus blinked hard, then gave a lopsided grin and pulled his briefs out with a snap. His cock was already mostly hard, thick and flushed and shameless. He leaned back onto his elbows, spread his legs a little wider in the sand, and said, “Well, I’m not saying no.”

Cara arched one elegant brow and stood on her knees, brushing imaginary sand from her thighs. “One minute, huh?” she purred. “You better not finish in thirty.”

“Clock’s ticking,” Emily said, her voice light, her legs still parted beneath the loose fall of the blanket.

Cara didn’t hesitate.

She crossed the fire’s outer ring on all fours and sank between Marcus’s legs, gripping his shaft with one hand. Her nails gleamed in the firelight. She spat in her palm once, slow and deliberate, then started stroking.

Up. Down. Steady and smooth.

The circle was silent again, breath held. Olivia leaned forward, watching intently, tongue just visible at the corner of her mouth. Jamie didn’t even pretend to hide how hard he was now.

Emily kept her eyes on Cara’s hand—on the slick, rhythmic slide of it around Marcus’s cock, on the way his stomach clenched and his jaw set tighter with each pass. A minute wasn’t long, but it was long enough to leave them all raw with want.

Cara didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow.

And when the minute passed, she pulled away with a final flick of her wrist and licked her hand clean like it was nothing.

“Time’s up,” she said sweetly.

Marcus groaned, panting. “You’re evil.”

“I know.”

Emily was smiling, flushed and lightheaded, heat still pulsing low in her body.

But now everyone was looking at her again.