Two nights ago I let Dr. Kane fuck me on his desk till even I couldn't take anymore. I still feel the ache when I walk.
Now I’m here, back home, trying to act normal.
The lake house smells the same as always, pine, sunscreen, grilled corn. Sophie my best friend had dragged me down to the dock the second I dropped my bag.
We’re both in cut-off shorts and bikini tops, feet dangling in the water. She’s talking about some guy from her dorm, laughing loud, just like it used to be, like nothing’s changed
Everything has.
After their family had to leave the state I was all alone, but over it now anyways.
The lake house is for the annual summer week-long hangout. I'm excited to be here, this is like a tradition: swimming, bonfires, no parents around during the day.
Sam -- Sophie's older brother. He used to be my crush back then,, but that was just... so long ago and I was so little, It's in the past now. Over that too
I pushed the thought to the back of my head when I saw him from the distance.
Sam walks out of the cabin shirtless, towel over his shoulder. Same lazy grin he’s had since I was twelve. Only now the muscles are sharper, the jaw harder, the police badge clipped to his shorts reminding me he’s not just Sophie’s big brother anymore, he’s a man with a fiancée inside making iced tea named Lauren
“Hey, trouble,” he says, dropping down between us. His thigh presses mine for half a second before he shifts. I feel it
Sophie rolls her eyes. “Don’t start, She just got here.”
He smirks at me instead of answering her. “You still swim like a fish, Mia?”
“Better than you,” I shoot back. memory slipped in, same banter we’ve had for years.
He stands, stretches, muscles flexing under tan skin. “Prove it.”
Sophie groans. “I’m not jumping in yet. Water’s freezing.”
“Then it’s just us,” he says, eyes on me.
My stomach flips, I should'd laugh it off but I didn't
We both dive in.
The cold shocks my skin. I surface laughing, hair plastered to my face. Sam’s already swimming lazy circles around me. His arm brushes my waist under the water -accidental, maybe. Doesn’t feel accidental.
“You’re slow,” he murmurs, voice low so Sophie can’t hear from the dock.
“You’re old,” I whisper back and chuckled
He chuckles back. His voice now very thick, gave me the goosebumps just thinking about it, hearing the sound hot on my ears, it made my mind shift into imagination mode : on the bed leaking and sweating, feeling that same hot breath on my ears
I snap out of it quickly. It's not right, he has a girlfriend now, I mean finacéé
We swim out farther, and the sight of the house gets smaller.
The sun drops lower.
Sophie yells she’s going inside to help Lauren with dinner.
Then it’s just us.
Sam stops treading water, but floats closer. Our legs tangle under the surface. His knee nudges the inside of my thigh.
“You grew up,” he says calmly, not teasing this time
My heart kicks, him being so close again
I swallow. “You’re engaged.” I changed the topic
“I know.”
We both went quiet now, just swimming around eachother.
He stopped.
Water laps against our shoulder.
His hand finds my hip under the surface; light but he squeezed a bit
I don’t move away.
His thumb strokes once.
Slow and intentional
“We shouldn’t,” I breathe.
“I know that too.”
But his other hand slides up my back, fingers splaying between my shoulder blades.
He pulls me closer until our chests touched, I could feel his heartbeat through the water.
Fast just like mine.
" Do you think I'll forget you Mia " His mouth hovers near my ear, his hot breath brushing my fragile skin. " And all we've done" He says with a curly smirk.
My hands flew to cover his mouth" If Sophie knew"
"What if she does, she's my sister" He says. His hand slowly crawling up my thigh underwater
“Tell me to stop.”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out,
Instead I tilt my head lips on his jaw, and then I moved his hand right inside my wet clit myself underwater
It felt too good
Reminded me of old times
He exhales hard as he began rubbing my clit hard in circular fast motion. Then his mouth crashes down on mine -- Hot, intense
Tongue sweeping in like he’s been starving for it since the past five years. My hands find his shoulders, my nails digging in as he groans into my mouth, pulls me tighter
His cock is hard against my stomach through his swim trunks.
Thick. Very 😏
I rock against him, small push against his hard cock. He growls, hand sliding down to grip my ass, grinding me harder against him.
We’re hidden by the dock’s shadow. But the house is still there. Sophie’s there, Lauren’s there.
Anyone could look out the window.
The thought only makes me wetter.
The risk made it hotter
He breaks the kiss finally, breathing ragged.
His forehead pressed to mine.
“Fuck, Mia…” His hands went even faster underwater
“Don’t stop, please” I silvered, legs unstable. He held me with one hand because I was unable to swim
“ But we can’t do this here.”
“Then where..?” I manage. to say. Desperate for his response
He glances toward the boathouse, small, private, twenty yards down the shore.
“Tonight,” he says. Voice wrecked. “After everyone’s asleep.”
I nod.
He kisses me once more, a hard rough kiss, like he always did, then he lets me go.
We swim back to the dock separately. Sophie’s already inside while Lauren calls us for dinner.
I climb out, legs shaky, bikini soaked in more ways than one.
Sam walks behind me up the path. Doesn’t touch me.
But I feel his eyes on my ass the whole way.
Tonight can’t come fast enough. And this time I didn't care if it was wrong or if someone finds out, I just want to have one last good time with him, feeling him cum inside me one more time and him tasting me one last time