Summer by the Lake

by Kay Gordon

  I smelled him before I felt him and finally convinced myself to crack open my eyes. The too-bold hot guy from the dance floor wrapped an arm around my waist and his wet lips connected with my neck before I had a chance to register what was going on. He thrust his hips against mine, letting me feel how hard he already was and hitting me directly between my legs. I moaned involuntarily at the pressure and put my hands against his shoulders.

  “No. I don’t… What are you doing?” I mumbled clumsily as he moved his mouth down my collarbone, his facial hair scratching against my sensitive skin. He pushed into me again, harder, and I told myself not to react. My mental command was ignored, though, because when he connected right at that sweet spot for second time, I let out another moan.

  His lips left my collarbone and his tongue was suddenly in my mouth, the taste of stale beer easily recognizable on him breath. He kept moving his hips and my breathing picked up, but I felt panic registering somewhere in my hazy brain. I didn’t want him to touch me but it felt so good. My mind and my body were having a really hard time communicating.

  His arm remained around me as his other hand pulled my shirt up over my breasts, exposing my stomach and bra. His fingers moved to my breast and flipped down one of my bra cups before grabbing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  “I don’t want to,” I murmured again as I pushed against his chest pathetically. My push didn’t seem to faze him because he didn’t move an inch. Instead, his warm tongue ran along my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth.

  My head fell against the hard, cement wall as my eyes shut again and I half-moaned, half-whispered, “Please stop. I don’t want to.”

  I heard his deep chuckle and he bit my nipple, making me thrust into him automatically.

  “Yes, you do, gorgeous,” he said quietly as he brought his lips to my ear. He started to undo the button on my jeans and his teeth skimmed my earlobe. “This is making you feel good, and you know it.”

  He pushed against me again just to prove his point and I gasped while grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. The tinny sound of my zipper could be heard and his hands dragged my underwear and jeans down to my calves. I shook my head from side to side and let go of his shirt before making another failed attempt to push him back.

  “No. I don’t want you to,” I whispered as I tried to swat his hands away from me.

  He laughed again, and I felt him reach between us and graze my sensitive skin before suddenly pushing two fingers inside of me. I jerked from both surprise and pleasure and my head lolled backwards, too heavy to hold up anymore. In the back of my mind, a war between reasonable thinking and sensation raged on. He moved his fingers in and out of me quickly, and I moaned in between protests.

  He worked his hands skillfully and I could feel my whole body tightening up without my permission. When he pressed his thumb against me, pleasure exploded and rushed through my veins. My body floated in disconnected bliss for a moment before coming back down to reality.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured before shoving his tongue back into my mouth. I heard him undo his pants before the crinkling noise told me he was opening a condom.

  Shame filled me as I finally made sense of what had just happened. And of what was about to happen. I pushed against him again with a bit more force than I had before.

  “No, please. I don’t want any of this.” The orgasm had been sobering and my words sounded less jumbled but more coherent than they were when he had originally accosted me.

  He took a fistful of hair, tugging on it to pull my head back slightly so I was looking right at him. He stared at me, his eyes dark and his breathing heavy. I felt his other hand pull my knee up to hitch it against his waist. I stared at him in fear and tried to kick my leg away, but it was still tangled in my jeans and his grip was firm.

  “I just made you feel wonderful and you know it. Could I do that if you really didn’t want it?”

  A tear trickled down my cheek and I stared at him, petrified because I knew what was going to happen next and also because part of me worried he was right.

  “Please,” I whispered again desperately.

  Releasing my hair, he just offered me a cruel smile and I felt him position himself between my legs. I brought my hand up and got one good slap on his cheek before he grabbed both my wrists with one of his hands, pinning them above my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head when he thrust into me roughly. I cried out in pain, certain he was splitting me in two with his force, and he just let out a low groan in response. He slammed into me with punishing thrusts over and over and I felt my lower back start to sting as it rubbed bare against the jagged concrete wall.

  “Look at me,” he demanded in a low voice, stopping his movements for a moment. When I didn’t look immediately, he tightened the grip on my knee. “Now.”

  Tears flowed down my face but I turned my head to look at him, and he stared into my eyes with that smile still on his face. Sweat dotted his forehead and he panted slightly with exertion.

  “What’s your name?” His words were a groan as he thrust into me again. When I didn’t answer, he leaned in so our foreheads were touching.

  “Sweetheart, you tell me your name or after this, when I have you on your hands and knees, I won’t be so gentle.” He thrust into me forcefully, as if to prove a point.

  “Maddie,” I whispered, my voice hoarse as a sob stuck in my throat.

  “Maddie, I like it. You feel fucking amazing.”

  He dipped his head and pushed his face into the crook of my neck as he moved faster and faster. The alcohol induced haze was almost completely gone and mortified embarrassment mixed with undiluted fear replaced it. He grunted into my shoulder as he thrust in and out and his grip was like a vice on my knee as I continually tried to pull it away from him. I attempted to break my arms from his grip but, like my knee, he only increased the hold on them until it hurt.

  “Please get off of me,” I cried in between sobs, my voice sounding more like my own. I tried to thrash my body to get out from his hold but his breathing kicked up harder and I realized my fighting was probably doing more for his arousal than anything.

  After what felt like hours, or maybe even days, he groaned loudly and slammed into me hard before going completely still. His breathing was ragged against my skin, and he gave my knee another squeeze before standing straight and pulling himself out of me. He let my knee drop but kept ahold of my wrists. His fingers grabbed my chin and he turned my face towards his.

  “Look at me,” he commanded in a low, husky voice. When I didn’t open my eyes, he gripped my chin tighter and shook it. “Maddie.”

  I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him in the darkness of the night. He just stared at me for a moment before a grin started to slowly fill his face. He leaned forward and ran his disgusting tongue down my cheek, lapping up the tears that were still falling down it.

  “That was fun now, wasn’t it?” I didn’t answer and he let out another low chuckle. “Oh, gorgeous. I don’t know if once will ever be enough.”

  He let my hands drop and I stayed still against the wall, frozen in uncertainty of what he’d do next. He slid the condom off and tossed it behind him as he pulled his pants up. He reached out towards me and I recoiled against the concrete. That just made him laugh again and he smoothed my hair before reaching down to flip the cup of my bra back over my breast.

  “Tasted like candy,” he said as he winked before bending down to grab my pants.

  I had no idea what he was planning. With him righting my clothing, I felt almost hopeful that he’d finished his sick torture, but the words he had spoken made me doubt that. I just wanted to get back inside and away from him.

  He had just started pulling up my underwear when I brought my knee up as hard as I could. It connected with his face, making a disgustingly satisfying noise and taking him by surprise. He stumbled backwards, falling on his ass, and I moved as fast as I possibly cou
ld. I pulled my pants up, not even bothering to make sure I was covered, and sprinted towards the door.

  “You bitch!” he screamed behind me, but I was too scared to look back.

  I ran through the door and down the hallway towards the bar. I frantically looked for Sydney, but I couldn’t distinguish her from the other people. I glanced behind me and even though I didn’t see him coming, I was sure he would once he recovered.

  I moved towards the bar, hoping to find her there, and my gaze collided with Josh’s instead. He was staring at me with a confused look on his face before his eyes traveled down to where I was still holding my unbuttoned pants up with one hand. His expression hardened and he moved quickly around the bar until he was standing in front of me.

  “Madelyn,” he said quietly, reaching out for me. I flinched away from him and a look of fury appeared on his face. He waved his hand to one of the bouncers near the bar before looking back at me.

  “Madelyn,” Josh said again, his shoulders heaving from anger. “What happened?”

  The tears were coming down so quickly that he became a blur. He tentatively reached out for me again and I let him put his hands on my shoulders that time. “Please talk to me.”

  “He… he… he just… He wouldn’t stop.” I couldn’t breathe and I moved into him, burying my face in his shirt. “I didn’t want to.”

  He wrapped an arm around me, and I was suddenly aware that we were moving. I looked up as he guided me into what looked to be the employee breakroom in the back of the club. My heart kicked up a notch as I felt panic start to bubble up again.

  Josh noticed my oncoming hysteria immediately and stopped, looking directly into my eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.” He directed me to sit in a chair near the TV and turned to the bouncer who was following us.

  “Call the police, Rod.”

  About the Author

  Kay Gordon is a married, mother of two living near the west coast. She spends her days teaching young, impressionable minds in public school and evenings typing away furiously once her children are in bed.

  Her favorite genres to read are Contemporary Romance and New Adult/College romance, although she rarely denies a good paranormal or dystopian!

  When she's not teaching or writing, Kay loves to spend time with her family. They're all a bunch of nerds who can quote Disney movies and Star Wars quickly!

  Kay does all of her book editing herself, with the help of her amazing beta readers. She is constantly going back through her stories and re-reading them in an attempt to continue improving!

  Questions, comments, and feedback are always welcome! E-mail Kay at: authorkaygordon@gmail.com

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