Lights, Camera, Lake House

"God, you still look like you could ruin me in one take," I said the second she stepped through the door, my voice already rough.

Lila Voss—my ex, the actress who'd ghosted our two-year flame after her big break—froze on the porch of the lake house. Sunlight off the water danced across her freckled shoulders. She wore a loose white linen shirt and tiny denim cutoffs that made her long legs look endless. The tension hit like a spotlight.

"I thought you'd canceled the weekend," she murmured, biting her lower lip the way she did right before a risky scene. "But here you are, Jake. Still brooding in flannel like some lumberjack director."

"Place is mine now. Bought it after the split. Figured you'd show up eventually." I closed the distance in three strides, smelling her coconut sunscreen and that same vanilla perfume that used to cling to my sheets. My fingers found the top button of her shirt before either of us could pretend this was just catching up. "You wore this on purpose. Easy access."

Her laugh was breathy, surprised. "Always so direct. Some things never change." But her hands were already tugging my flannel open, popping buttons one by one, letting them scatter across the hardwood. "Careful with the linen, babe. It's designer."

"Fuck designer." I shoved the shirt off her shoulders. It slid down her arms and pooled at her elbows. Her tits spilled free—full, pale, nipples already tight from the lake breeze coming through the open door. I cupped one, thumb circling the peak until she gasped. "These are what I missed most. Not your awards, not your red carpets. Just these perfect tits in my hands."

"Jake..." Lila's voice cracked. She pushed me backward onto the big leather couch facing the lake, straddling me in one fluid motion that screamed trained grace. Her cutoffs ground against the hard line of my cock through my jeans. "You always talked dirty better than any costar. Show me."

I popped the button on her shorts and yanked the zipper down. No panties. Of course. My fingers slid straight into slick heat, two thick digits curling deep while my thumb found her swollen clit. She rode my hand immediately, hips rolling like she was performing for an invisible camera—head thrown back, lips parted, that famous moan vibrating in her throat.

"Still so fucking wet for me," I growled, pumping faster. The wet sounds filled the sunlit room, mixing with the distant lap of water against the dock. Her inner walls clenched around my fingers, greedy and hot. "Tell me you thought about this cock while you were fucking those pretty Hollywood boys."

"Every night," she panted, nails digging into my shoulders. "None of them stretched me like you. None of them made me come so hard I forgot my lines."

I flipped her suddenly, laying her back on the couch and kicking my jeans off. My cock sprang free—thick, veined, already leaking at the tip. Lila's eyes locked on it with that hungry actress stare that used to slay me on set. I hooked her knees over my elbows and drove in with one long thrust, burying every inch in her tight pussy.

"Fuck—yes!" she cried, back arching clean off the cushions. I set a brutal rhythm, hips slapping loud against her ass, the couch creaking beneath us. Each stroke dragged across her g-spot until her juices coated my balls and dripped onto the leather. The lake house smelled like sex and pine and her vanilla skin.

"Slower," she begged suddenly, grabbing my hips. "I want to feel every inch... like we're shooting the long take."

I grinned, sweat already beading on my chest, and obeyed. I pulled almost all the way out, letting just the fat head tease her entrance, then sank back in so deep her eyes fluttered. We changed angles twice—her on top first, tits bouncing as she rode me reverse cowgirl so we could both watch the lake sparkle through the big windows, then me behind her on the rug, one hand fisting her dark hair while I pounded harder. Her juicy ass rippled with every thrust. I spanked it once, twice, loving the sharp crack and the way her pussy fluttered in response.

"Right there—oh god, Jake, I'm gonna—"

Her orgasm hit like a director yelling cut. She clenched so tight around my cock I saw stars, a hot gush of wetness flooding out around me. I kept fucking her through it, chasing my own release, the wet slap of skin echoing louder than her broken moans.

Just as my balls drew up tight and the first thick rope of cum started pulsing deep inside her spasming pussy, the front door creaked open again.

Lila's eyes flew wide, still mid-orgasm, my dick buried to the hilt.

"Wait... you invited the co-star too?"