Bryce lounged on the couch with Denise, pretending to scroll his phone while the group chatted about tomorrow's hike. Alyssa caught his eye from across the room, her smirk sharp as she excused herself. "Bryce, help me grab that extra blanket from your room? It's freezing in mine." Denise waved them off without a glance. Once the door clicked shut, Alyssa pressed close, her breath hot on his neck. "Your girlfriend thinks you hate me. Cute act."
"I do hate how you do this every time we're alone," Bryce muttered, but his hands betrayed him, gripping her hips. "You're trouble, Alyssa. Always pushing walks, room hangs—Denise would kill us."
Alyssa laughed, low and wicked, shoving him onto the bed. "Hate me all you want, but your cock's already hard. Admit it—you're weak for this." She straddled him, grinding slow, her pussy already wet and dripping through thin shorts. "Tell me to stop, or shut up and enjoy."
"You're impossible," he panted, but yanked her shirt off, mouth on her breasts. Alyssa moaned, strong hands pinning his wrists. "That's it, big talker. Now show me how much you 'dislike' me." She slid down, freeing his throbbing cock for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned.
Sweating and horny, they flipped—her ass up, his cock slamming into her dripping pussy. "Harder, Bryce. Make me come before anyone wakes." He thrust deep, panting, "You drive me crazy—Denise has no idea." Alyssa came first, clenching tight, then milked him until he spilled cum inside her with a growl.
They collapsed, bodies slick, but Alyssa whispered, "This is just the start. Tomorrow, that walk alone?" Bryce kissed her shoulder, already craving more. "You're going to ruin me."
When the house stirred at dawn, Bryce told Denise Alyssa was "annoying as ever," but the night promised fire.
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