The Lake House Rehearsal

“You’re holding your breath again, Maya.”

Maya’s eyes snapped open, her hand frozen on the edge of the wooden deck. The lake was glassy and dark, swallowing the last of the orange sunset. Behind her, Jace’s voice was a low grind of gravel, patient but probing. He’d been her trainer for six months, but this weekend at his lake house was supposed to be about “recovery and mental reset.” She knew better. The way his gaze traced the dip of her tank top when she reached for a weight said everything.

“I’m not,” she lied, turning. He stood close. Too close. The smell of cedar and his sweat, still damp from their run, wrapped around her.

“You are.” He stepped in, one hand landing on her shoulder, thumb pressing into the tense muscle. “You’re always holding your breath when you’re about to give up. Don’t.”

“I’m not giving up,” she whispered, but her body leaned into his touch. Her heart hammered against her ribs.

“Prove it.” His other hand slid to her hip, fingers curling into the thin cotton of her shorts. “You’ve been staring at my mouth all evening, Maya. What are you waiting for?”

She didn’t answer with words. She pushed up on her toes, and her lips found his. It was a hungry, clumsy crash — teeth and breath. He groaned, his hand fisting in her hair, tilting her head back. The kiss deepened, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting of salt and whiskey. Her hands found the hard plane of his chest, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

He pulled back just an inch, breathing hard. “I want to fuck you on this deck. Right here. And I don’t want you to hold back.”

“Then don’t make me.”

He laughed, a low, dark sound, and his hands hooked the waistband of her shorts, yanking them down with her panties in one motion. The cool night air hit her bare skin, making her gasp. He dropped to his knees, not for a taste, but to push her thighs apart, his mouth hovering an inch from her cunt. The heat of his breath made her clit throb.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his thumb stroking her slick folds. “Soaked already. Just from a kiss.”

“Jace… stop teasing.”

He pushed two fingers inside her, slow and deep, and she cried out, her head falling back. He curled them, hitting that spot that made her knees buckle. “I’m not teasing. I’m warming you up.” His thumb found her clit, circling it with a pressure that bordered on pain. “Because I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”

He stood, unzipping his jeans, and his cock sprang free. It was thick, flushed, the head slick with pre-cum. He didn’t give her time to admire it. He turned her around, pushing her hands onto the wooden railing of the deck.

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.

She obeyed. The lake glimmered in front of her, but all she felt was the heat of his body behind her, the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. He slammed into her in one brutal, perfect stroke, and she screamed, the sound swallowed by the dark water.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunted, his hands gripping her hips, holding her steady as he began to pound into her. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, rocking her entire body against the railing. She felt every inch of him, the way his balls slapped against her ass, the wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

“Harder,” she begged, pushing back against him, meeting his rhythm. “Please, Jace, harder.”

He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her back against the wooden post. He sank into her again, this time at a new angle, hitting her deeper, and she bit her lip to stop from screaming as she came, her walls clenching around his cock. He didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath ragged.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispered, his hips grinding into her. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”

She couldn’t speak. She clung to him, her nails raking down his back, as he drove into her with a renewed fury. He was chasing his own release now, his pace frantic, animalistic. Her second orgasm built, a hot, white wave, and she buried her face in his neck, tasting his sweat.

“Come inside me,” she breathed. “I want to feel it.”

He groaned, a guttural sound, and buried himself to the hilt. She felt his cock twitch and pulse as he came, hot and thick, flooding her. She came with him, her body shuddering, her legs trembling around his waist.

For a long moment, they didn’t move. The only sound was their ragged breathing and the gentle lap of the lake against the dock. He slowly lowered her, her feet touching the cool wood. She leaned her forehead against his chest, his heart hammering under her ear.

“See?” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. “You didn’t hold your breath that time.”

She smiled, her cheek against his skin. She didn’t say anything. She just listened to him breathe.