Chapter Twelve

Cal

We end up spending the entire day by the lake. The crackling flames dance in the cool night air, casting flickering shadows on our faces. We are huddled around the fire, Rock, Elena, and I; lost in conversations that intertwine with the curling tendrils of smoke rising into the starlit sky. The night seems to bind us together, refusing to let us go, as we find solace and refuge in each other's company.

"So, how long do you plan on staying here?" I ask Elena, once our last topic has been exhausted.

"Where here exactly?" she asks with a smile.

"Well, here," I try to clarify, but I don't really manage to do so.

"You mean camping out here in the woods?" She helps me out.

"Yeah," I nod.

"I don't really know," she admits, sounding a bit confused. "I haven't really thought about it. I guess my plan was to return when I get that perfect shot I came here for."

"Perfect shot of a bear?" I ask, although I know that's not what she meant.

"Bear shifter," she corrects me. "I know what you think about that, so I won't bug you with it. But yeah. I still believe that they are out here somewhere. I just… haven't been in the right place at the right time."

"I wouldn't say that," I reply, exchanging a meaningful glance with Rock, who doesn't say anything. As always, he's listening, absorbing the words of all those around him. "This can be one of those perfect time, perfect place sort of deals."

She smiles at me, as the embers crackle. "You're right," she agrees. "Maybe it's all a matter of perspective. Any time, any place can be perfect if you allow it to be."

"That's the spirit," I tell her. Then, I gesture at Rock. "Even this moody bear here knows that."

Rock rolls his eyes. "First I'm an old bat, then a moody bear."

"Well, you are," I chuckle. "It wouldn't hurt you to let go every once in a while, you know."

Rock turns to Elena, and she blushes under his gaze. "He's right," she nods. "I know you're the leader of your village, so you're used to having everyone rely on you, but you have to be selfish sometimes."

"Selfish?" Rock wonders.

"Yes, selfish," I repeat as well. "I don't think that Rock knows the meaning of that word."

"I do," he frowns, but that smile pierces through the pretend frown.

"Well, what was the last selfish thing you did?" she suddenly asks him.

Rock, who is rarely at a loss for words, suddenly falters. He looks at her, then at me, then back at her again.

"The last selfish thing?" he echoes.

"Mhm," she nods. "The last thing you really wanted to do, for yourself."

"That was… being with you," he admits.

Strangely, I don't feel any jealousy this time. We're all here, sharing this special moment. That one belonged to them, and that is perfectly alright.

She suddenly stands up and takes him by the hand. Then, she takes me by the other hand, and now we're all standing in a small circle, facing one another.

"Do you want to do another selfish thing?" she asks.

I swallow heavily, not sure if she's asking him or me. Neither of us replies. Instead, she lets go of our hands and caresses our cheeks, her eyes darting from me, to Rock, then back to me, and so on, in a slow, perpetual circle.

"Like what?" I ask, my entire body on edge, burning, slowly being engulfed in flames of desire for this woman.

She swallows heavily, biting her lower lip. That almost drives me to the brink. I can see that she hesitates to tell us what's on her mind, but I'm dying to know.

"Tell us," I urge with a whisper.

"We could… all be selfish, just this once," she whispers softly, almost apprehensively, because she probably doesn't know how we'll react.

Honestly, I don't know how Rock will react. I look at him, and he looks at me. We never thought we'd find each other in a situation such as this one, yet now that we are here, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. Yes, it is selfish. Yes, it is pure desire. And yes, there is no one around who could judge us. Not that we would care either way.

Without waiting for anyone else to say anything, I reach for her face, cupping her chin. I kiss her gently, feeling the plumpness of her lips, the twirl of her tongue against mine. Fuck, she is delicious. My cock jolts upward in my pants, my tip already leaking. I try to calm myself down, but it's difficult.

Rock steps behind her, his hands caressing her hips, reaching up to her breasts. He cups them with his entire palms. She takes my hand and presses it against his, so that we are both fondling her. She bites her lip again, and I lick the slightly swollen place.

Rock tenderly lowers her to the ground, taking off his shirt and laying it underneath her. The fire flickers behind him, making him look more like a pagan god and less like a human. I can tell Elena sees him in the same light, her eyes flickering with awe.

Gently, I take off her shirt. Rock slides down her pants, leaving her in underwear and a dark purple sports bra. I take off the straps, pulling it over her head. Her small, perfectly round breasts jump out perkily, her nipples large and pink. Mad with desire to taste them, I lower my head and take one of them into my mouth, sucking on it.

"Oh," she moans softly, arching her neck, revealing more of her naked body to us.

I play with her pebbled nipple, nibbling on it, tugging at it with my teeth, only to soothe the sting with my tongue. She tastes like pure perfection. I lower my gaze only to see that Rock has adjusted himself between her thighs, pulling her panties to the side. I am torn between a desire to taste her and to be tasted by her. Her eyes are telling me that she wants me and all I can do is oblige.

I unbutton my pants, adjusting myself to the side, bringing my erect cock to her lips. She licks the tip softly, bringing herself closer to it, so she can wrap her luscious lips around it. As she does so, she almost pushes me over the brink. The plump softness of her lips, the heat of her mouth, the suction, it is all more than enough to make me cum right then and there. But I want more.

I pull out, calming myself down. She understands. When she tastes it again, she is slow, her every tongue movement deliberate. I want to feel the back of her throat. I want to slide into her heat and explode with pleasure. But I want to do it slowly. I want to take my sweet time.

She keeps sucking me off, using her other hand to caress my balls and play with them.

"Fuck…" I can't hold my breath. She is too good. Everything she does is pushing me closer and closer, and I know I can't last long like this. It's been a while since someone had me in their mouth, and it wasn't like this.

Rock pulls away, his lips glistening from her juices. He moves to the side, kissing her stomach, her breasts, worshipping her body. I position myself between her thighs. Rock has pulled down her panties, and I can see the glistening, pink flesh of her pussy, beckoning me to fuck her.

I touch her with my fingers, listening to the wet sound. It turns me on beyond belief. I slide my fingers inside of her, making her moan loudly. She has Rock's cock in her hand, jerking him off, while his tongue is playing with her nipple. The very sight of that is enough to drive me insane.

I bring my wet fingers to my lips, tasting her. It's perfection.

I thrust my cock into her gently, feeling the wet heat envelop me on all sides. She moans louder and louder, jerking Rock off. I keep fucking her harder and harder, as if there is no tomorrow. In a way, there isn't. She might be gone. We might be gone. The whole world might be gone. But we will still have this moment to remember forever.

I keep my eyes open, not wanting to close them even for a single second. I want to look at her, in this moment of ecstasy. My cock is filling her up, and a moment later, her entire body tightens. Her heat pulls me into her, keeping me there, palpitating against my cock inside of her. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing has become raspy.

As soon as her body relaxes, I continue thrusting slowly, allowing her some time to adjust. Her eyes tell me that she needs no time. She wants me again and I give it to her.

Her lips turn to Rock's cock, taking him into her mouth. Her pussy spreads before me like a flower, pink and plump, as my cock pushes into her, then slides out all wet and burning, yearning to go back inside of her. I fuck her until my mind is a blank, and I'm almost late pulling it out and cuming onto her inner thigh, breathing heavily.

She keeps jerking Rock off, until I see him cum into her hands and on her lips. Then, all three of us roll down onto the soft grass, next to each other, waiting for our breathing to stabilize.

I can feel Elena's body next to mine and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. I look at her, noticing that she is holding Rock's hand. I smile as I gaze into the vast expanse of the night sky. The stars look like scattered diamonds on a velvet canvas. I can't help but wonder if what just happened here was a fluke, a onetime thing that we will forget about by tomorrow. That seems highly unlikely, but it is a possibility.

Then, I wonder if the three of us could ever cross the boundaries of the lives that we live and be something more… all three of us. It seems so strange. It's not something I've ever considered or thought possible. But in light of what has happened, it is.