The air inside the caravan was thick with heat, the scent of sex lingering like a heavy, delicious fog.

Ben was already dozing in the narrow bed, a soft, contented smile on his face, one hand resting lazily over his soft belly.

Maya lay awake beside him, her sharp eyes glinting in the half-light.

Across from her, Leah was still catching her breath, her body glowing, her black hair a wild, tangled mess against the rumpled bedding.

Maya smiled and reached out, brushing a lazy finger down Leah’s bare thigh.

"You’re not done, are you?" she whispered, her voice thick with promise.

Leah bit her lip, heart hammering. She shook her head — no, she wasn't done. Not even close.

Maya slid from the bed with a graceful stretch, her athletic body catching the moonlight through the tiny window. She turned and crooked a finger, beckoning Leah to follow.

Leah hesitated only a moment before slipping from under the covers, careful not to disturb Ben.

They moved silently to the far end of the caravan, into a dark, shadowed nook hidden from view.

Maya pressed Leah gently against the wall, bodies not quite touching, heat radiating between them.

"You drive me crazy," Leah whispered, half-laughing, half-desperate.

Maya leaned in, her breath teasing Leah’s ear.

"I want more than just you," she murmured.

"I want him desperate. Watching. Wanting. But never touching."

Leah blinked, a wicked thrill shooting through her.

Maya kissed her slowly, deeply, her hands slipping around Leah’s hips.

"We’ll tease him all day tomorrow," Maya whispered against Leah’s lips.

"Drive him insane. Show him what he can't have. Let him see how wet you are for me... while he’s left aching, helpless."

Leah whimpered, the idea so dirty, so exhilarating, it made her knees weak.

Maya smiled, reading the heat in Leah’s eyes.

"We’ll let him watch," she said, voice dropping lower, rougher.

"But no touching. No joining. No release. Only aching."

Leah nodded, breathless, dizzy with the power of it.

Maya rewarded her with a deep, claiming kiss, one hand sliding up to cup Leah’s breast, rolling her nipple between two fingers until Leah gasped against her mouth.

Without another word, Maya dropped to her knees, spreading Leah’s thighs wide, tongue finding her easily, hungrily.

Leah bit down on her wrist to stay silent as Maya devoured her — slow, deep strokes, fingers sliding inside her, thumb circling her clit with maddening precision.

Every movement said: You’re mine now.

Leah came hard against her mouth, trembling violently, collapsing against the wall as Maya rose and kissed her deeply, sharing her taste.

"This is just ours," Maya whispered against her lips, smiling wickedly.

"And tomorrow... we make him beg."

Leah shuddered, already aching for it, already wet again.

Across the caravan, Ben stirred in his sleep, still unaware of the storm gathering around him.

Tomorrow, he would be desperate.

Tomorrow, he would be made to watch.

And Leah couldn’t wait.