Unlikely Roommates

We rented this lake house together out of pure stupidity, fueled by cheap wine and the fact that it was the last room available at the front desk. I'm Alex. She's Mia. Two hours ago, we were just strangers in the same hotel corridor, bumped into each other at the bar, started talking, and now here we are on the deck, the bottle of red almost gone.

"So, what do you think?" she asks, raising her glass, her eyes locking on mine over the dark rim. Her gaze is slick, teasing, and I catch myself staring at her lips, which she deliberately wets. "What are we supposed to do here, just the two of us?"

"Sleep, I guess," I rasp, and she laughs, tossing her head back, baring her throat. She's wearing a flimsy sundress, thin, summery, and in the lamplight I can see the outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric. She catches me looking and doesn't look away.

"Boring," she says, setting her glass down on the railing. She steps closer. She smells like wine and something sweet, like caramel. "That's not why I came here."

The air between us gets thick, charged like before a thunderstorm. She places her palm flat on my chest, and I can feel my own heart hammering against her fingers.

"Then why?"

"Haven't you figured it out?" She rises on her tiptoes, her lips brushing my earlobe. "I want you to fuck me. Right now. Right here. Or do you have other plans?"

The words hit me low in the gut, and I feel myself go hard. She pulls back, watching me with a challenge in her eyes, and I snap. I grab her waist, yank her against me, and she gasps, burying her face in my neck. I breathe in the scent of her hair, run my hand down her back, and she arches, grinding her hips into mine.

"Mia," I breathe out, and she bites my earlobe.

"Took you long enough," she purrs.

I kiss her hard, rough, and she kisses back, threading her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. Her tongue slides against mine, and I taste wine and her raw hunger. My hand hikes up the hem of her dress, and I find her underwear—thin lace, already soaked.

"Alex," she moans into my mouth, "don't hold back."

I spin her around, pressing her against the deck railing. Behind her, the lake stretches out, dark water, stars scattered overhead, and the cool night air raising goosebumps on her hot skin. I tug her panties down, and she steps out of them eagerly. I slide a finger along her slit, and she shudders, arching her back.

"God, you're so wet," I whisper, and she laughs, but the laugh turns into a moan as I push inside her.

"Is this why you came?" she teases, and I grip her hips, driving deeper.

She lets out a sharp cry, clutching the railing, and I freeze, letting her adjust. I can hear the hum of the refrigerator from inside the house, the gentle lap of water against the shore. I start to move—slow, deep—and she moans, pressing her forehead against her own hands.

"Faster," she demands, and I pick up the pace. She pushes back to meet me, and I hear the wet slap of our bodies. The wind plays with her hair, and she throws her head back, eyes closed, biting her lip to hold back a scream.

I lean down, kissing the space between her shoulder blades, and she trembles. My hand slides around to the front, finds her clit, and Mia whimpers, clenching around me.

"Don't stop," she breathes, and I feel her muscles pulse.

I work her with my fingers until she comes, crying out into the night, and that pushes me over the edge. I pull out, spin her around to face me, and she understands without a word. She drops to her knees, looking up at me, and I see that wicked smile.

"My turn now," she says, wrapping her lips around me.

I tilt my head back, staring at the stars, and her tongue does things that make my knees weak. She takes me deep, and I bury my hand in her hair, guiding her, and she just hums, the vibration traveling through my entire body.

"Mia, I'm close," I warn, but she doesn't stop, and I come in her mouth, gripping her hair, feeling her swallow.

She straightens up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, and gives me that devilish grin.

"Not bad for strangers," she says.

I laugh, pulling her into my arms. She smells like sex and wine, and I kiss the top of her head.

"And here I thought you'd be boring."

"And here I thought you'd be slow," she says, smacking my ass and walking back inside, hips swaying. "Come on. There's a hot tub in here. You promised you wouldn't fall behind."