warning: explicit adult content
"Where are the horses?"
"Ah, that is the one and only flaw of this perfectly designed stable," Annabeth replied to Percy as she shoved the wooden barn door behind shut. "They built it down in this valley on the opposite end of where the horses graze during the day meaning the horses would have to walk through the cabins every day so—"
"No horses?"
"No horses."
It was a perfect night. The abandoned stable was close enough to the Long Island Sound that they could hear the waves crashing onto the shore as the midnight high tide rolled around. The cool air had a bite, especially in empty stable, but the sky was cloudless and the stars bright enough to stream through the windows into the dim room.
Annabeth turned on a lantern hung by an empty pen, the light illuminating her in a warm glow. She grabbed a stack of thick, flannel blankets from a crate on the floor and spread them out along the wooden floor and sat.
Still fueled by liquid courage, Annabeth patted the spot next to her, "Sit with me."
Percy sat a few inches away from her, their legs barely grazing and cleared the sleep away from his throat, "So why's an empty stable far away in the back of the campgrounds your favorite place?"
"When I was little I used to come here in the afternoons during free time with a stack of books and just hide out here for hours. Then when we were in high school, Travis and Conor would smuggle alcohol and we would come here and get drunk when all of the younger campers went to bed." She leaned back on her forearms, "It's far away enough from the Big House where Chiron stays that we could be as loud as we wanted. That's why…"
"What?"
"That's why this became such a popular spot for people to fool around in." She grinned.
Percy chuckled. Annabeth was so gorgeous, spread out across the blanket across from him in one of the orange camp shirts and yoga pants. Her blonde curls were in a messy ponytail. He imagined this is what she looked like when she was a camper here.
"You really love this place, don't you?"
Annabeth's eyes were fixed on the dim flow of the lanter, "I do, I really do. It's my home." She turned to look at him, "I really appreciate you being here with me. I don't think I could've handled seeing everyone on my own today," She reached her hand out and took his.
Percy flushed, he was just in a ratty old swim team T-shirt from high school and flannel pajamas and being so close to Annabeth still made him so nervous, but her hand was warm in his so he wasn't complaining. "Thanks for bringing me." A silent ' even though this is a fake arrangement and you're paying me' hung unspoken in the air. The silence was broken by an owl hooting in the distance.
It was now or never. Annabeth launched herself at Percy with a searing kiss. Her panic pierced through her buzz when he didn't kiss her back, but it was just for a second. When Percy's sleepy brain caught up to Annabeth's lips on his, he kissed her back with fervor, his hands wrapping around her waist.
Annabeth threaded her hands in hair, groaning into Percy's mouth as he deepened the kiss. Annabeth pulled away, gasping, "Is—is this okay?"
"More than," Percy replied, panting lips kissably swollen. His green eyes shown with lust as he looked at Annabeth, "And you're good?"
Annabeth, "Yes, I'm good."
"Good."
"Kiss me, Percy."
Percy grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him until she was straddling his lap and kissed her deeply. Percy's hands began to roam around her body and she could barely contain the whimpers he elicited from her. Annabeth's lips latched onto Percy's jaw and he groaned.
Percy ended up on his back and Annabeth smirked against his neck , but gasped when she felt Percy's growing erection collide with her center as he bucked up against her.
Annabeth pulled her camp shirt off and tossed somewhere into the stable, leaving her in the lacey black bralette she had worn under her dress for Piper's bachelorette party. Her nipples hardened in the cool air of the stable. Percy hands slid up her still clad thighs and up to her breasts, his pupils dilated with desire, "Fuck, Annabeth, you're gorgeous."
Annabeth blushed. "Shut up," she muttered leaning back down to capture his lips. She tugged at his t-shirt, all but ripping his shirt off.
Percy was an adonis. Years of collegiate swimming had him toned and gorgeous. Annabeth's eyes raked over the v-lines that dipped below the waistline of his tented pajama bottoms. She bit her lip as Percy's hands moved to the clasp of her bralette. As soon her breasts were free, Percy flipped them over, hovering above Annabeth.
"Hi." she breathed heavily, now staring up at Percy, caged by his arms.
"Hi," Percy grinned back, his mouth moving down her jaw, then her neck and capturing her breasts his mouth. He laved and sucked at her nipple while his hand palmed at her other breast. Annabeth moaned, hands sliding down Percy's body to his crotch. He bit down on her nipple in surprise when her hand stroked his rock hard erection. Annabeth yelped.
"Sorry," Percy murmured into her breast.'
"Don't apologize," Annabeth gasped.
Percy lips trailed down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her pants. Percy got to his knees and tugged Annabeth's yoga pants down her leg. She raised her hips to help him, not missing the way Percy bit his lip at the sight of her laying out before him.
Percy dived back between her legs, arms trailing around thighs and pulling her knees apart. He pushed aside her soaked panties and slid a finger up her slit.
Annabeth's response was a low groan as Percy's finger circled her opening and inserting one, then two, then three fingers, pumping them in and out. Her hands involuntarily tugged his locks. She felt his breath hot and panting on her thighs. Percy ripped her panties off and finally licked her slit.
Percy Jackson did not play around when it came to eating her out. Annabeth was grateful for the distance between the stables and the cabins where everyone was sleeping for the sounds that Percy elicited from her as he lapped at her pussy.
He tongue circled her clit before sucking hard. "Fuck, fuck ," Annabeth cried out, tugging harder at his hair. His mouth did an excruciating circuit of dipping into her opening, sucking her labia, and attacking her clit. She was so, so close. Percy's hands gripped her ass, lifting her hips off the ground as his lips captured her clit. Annabeth cried out as she came.
Her chest heaved as she came down from her climax and she nearly came again from the site alone of Percy's head between her thighs and chin dripping from her arousal. Annabeth tugged him back up towards her and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips.
"I need you inside of me right now," Annabeth panted against his lips.
Percy looked pained as his green eyes bore into hers, "I don't have a condom."
"In the pocket of my pants," Annabeth muttered, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses all over his jaw. Percy raised his eyebrow at her, reaching over to where he tossed her pants and pulled out a pack of condoms from the waistband pocket.
He grinned, making quick work and shedding his pajama bottoms, "Was this premeditated, Chase?"
Annabeth smacked his sweaty chest, still laying under him, "Hurry up, Jackson!" She sat up, grabbing a condom from him and tearing the package open. She stroked his dick a few times before rolling the condom up. Percy groaned, his hands going to her sweat soaked locks as she pulled him back on top of her.
Percy settled in between her thighs. He relished the feeling of Annabeth breasts pressed against his chest. He guided his cock to her entrance and slowly slid in, groaning. It was a smooth landing, Annabeth slick and wanting from her previous orgasm.
However, it had still been quite a while since Annabeth had been fucked and Percy was well endowed. Annabeth relished in the feeling of being filled, her legs wrapping around Percy's waist. Percy stayed still, her pussy tight around him, waiting for Annabeth to signal.
She nodded. Percy withdrew slowly before pushing in, slow and deep until he was fully inside of her to the hilt. He bit her neck to contain the growl that threatened to rip out of him. Annabeth, however, had no qualms and let her whimpers out freely and loudly as Percy began to pump in and out of her. His thrusts grew faster and rougher, and deeper and deeper.
Percy lifted onto his forearms and knees as he struggled to get deeper inside of her. His senses were all full of Annabeth, the sound of her moans, the smell of her sex, the feeling of her warm skin rubbing against him, the sight of her spread, breasts bouncing beneath him.
"I'm so close Percy," she moaned, "Faster!" Annabeth's hands raked up his back.
Percy was on the verge of orgasm as well, a couple more thrusts. His fingers slid between them to find her clit. He so desperately wanted Annabeth to come again before he did. Percy rubbed her nub furiously until Annabeth's head fell back, her legs shuddering as she came hard around him. Her walls clenched around him driving him to completion right after her. His hips bucked and spasmed, on their own accord, grinding against Annabeth's hips as he came deep inside of her. Percy's lips found Annabeth's and he kissed her deeply as they both crashed down from their high.
Percy collapsed on top of Annabeth, their chests heaving in unison. Annabeth pulled the flannel blanket around them, her movements slow and sloppy from her dreamy post-orgasm state. Soon the sound of their in-sync breathing and the sounds of the waves crashing onto the beach lulled them to sleep.
