Clary did not know how she got here. This was only meant to be a gym class, but now, here she was, at her coach's beach house, witness to all kinds of debaucherous behaviour.

The air was a haze from the humidity, this only increased by the hot, sweaty bodies grinding on each other. She was used to seeing these people sweat, but usually there were weights involved. Now the only thing they were worried about lifting was the next person on top of their heaving form.

This is moving too fast, maybe it's best to start at the beginning. You see, Clary was in the midst of recovering from a breakup. Her boyfriend of 2 years had just come out as gay and was now living in Europe with her brother. I guess you could say things were complicated. So, the redhead decided she would take her frustrations out on a punching bag as opposed to her brother. Anything to keep the peace.

Her friend Isabelle encouraged her. Telling her all about this local gym that 'Clary just had to join', though Clary thinks that this glowing endorsement is more to do with Izzy's cousin's involvement with the gym as opposed to any benefits she had found. But Clary would be a fool to turn down mates' rates, especially on her salary as a college drop out.

Her first sessions went by without a hitch. Her trainer, Jace, was hot. Extremely so. And everything was kept professional, even though she found it hard to focus when his hands were all over her, helping correct her form.

'Lower here.'

'Bend there.'

'Extend here'

His muttered commands were authoritative. Concise… Incredibly hot, who was she kidding. But as the weeks wore on, the commands and roaming hands were a tease. Something that Jace made clear he was happy to follow up on, but Clary was hesitant. Jace had a reputation for knowing what he was doing, so it wasn't a fear that the lead up would be disappointing. But rather that the lead up would stop with a climax, and would never go on from there. She didn't think she could take yet another thing ending in her life right now, so she held back on following through with her desires.

At least until this one night.

She had just finished a mandatory family dinner. One that her brother and his new boyfriend, that Clary was all too familiar with, attended as they were visiting. So, naturally, she went to her gym to blow off some steam. You know, healthy coping mechanisms and all that.

The gym was empty when she arrived. Just how she liked it. She hated the leering looks of middle aged men as she entered the building, watching her as she moved her way through the machines. This is why she tended to opt for early mornings and late nights as a training session.

Though the gym was not quite empty enough, as there was her trainer in all of his golden glory. His skin glistened from the sweat as the sound of his feet hitting the treadmill thundered throughout the gym. Clary struggled to take her eyes away from his near perfect form. But managed from fear of being a leering gym goer herself.

She could hear him as she began her workout. Felt him drawing nearer as though connected by a cosmic thread that was pulsing to the touch. How could he be this distracting when she wasn't even looking at him? All she could picture in her mind was the way that his damp hair curled around his neck. His arms pumping by his sides. His long fingers curled into fists.

Clary shook her head, dispelling these thoughts as she continued on her strength routine, counting down the reps until she could put her dumbbells down. But as she stood up from putting them on the ground she felt a breath on her neck. Her shoulders tensed from the shock, and her body froze. What does she do from here?

She slowly turned around. Her eyes came into contact with his now bare chest, the white wife beater he was wearing laying discarded somewhere in the gym. Clary couldn't find it in herself to care why, normally she would be filled with some snide remark about his current state. But for whatever reason she now couldn't find the words.

Her head moved up, mouth slightly agape as she looked into his eyes. Green meeting gold, a clashing of contrasts that caused a stir in the pit of Clary's stomach.

'Hi, Jace,' she gulped. She felt her eyes widening, rounding, giving her a doe eyed appearance, which was quite fitting as she felt like a deer caught the headlights with that was Jace was staring at her.

'Hi, Clary,' he mimicked, mouth forming a smirk as he gazed down at her. 'You're here quite late, didn't your mother ever tell you to not go out after dark?'

'Bold of you to assume I listen to my mother, Jace,' Clary quipped, not in the mood for his games, just wanting to take her aggression out on something.

'Hush, love. What's got your panties in a twist?' He queried, tucking a loose curl behind her ear as he moved his head closer.

'Nothing unfortunately,' She shot back, before she could stop myself. Clary's eyes shot up again, wider than before in shock at what she had let slip. Just great. As though the fact that she was in a dry spell was not enough, she just had to let the news slip to her womanising trainer.

'Is that so, princess? Maybe we could do something to change that, no?' He asked, feigning innocence as he fingered the hem of her singlet. Eyes gazing into hers, playing dumb at the effect that his proximity was having on her.

Clary didn't know what came over her in the moment, the following morning she would blame it on her annoyance at her family, parental issues, momentary insanity. Anything to remove the blame from herself. But she grabbed Jace's face, noting the slightest bit of surprise in his expression as she pulled his face down to hers. Crashing their lips together in a way that could only be described as cataclysmic, after weeks of build up she was finally doing what she had dreamt of for many nights in her bed alone.

She wasted no time in curling her hands in his dampened locks, not finding it in herself to care about his sweaty state. Her only concern was how to get more of her body in contact with his. Jace understood her urgency as her hips moved of their own volition towards him, the tiniest of whimpers escaping her as his fingers softly dragged along the edge of her shorts.

His large, roughened hands curved around to hug her butt, cupping her cheeks as he pulled her closer. But this still was not close enough. Not for Clary, who was letting months of built-up frustration release as Jaces's hands worked their way around her payable body, touching everywhere but not where she wanted to feel him most.

Clary's breath left her in a gasp as Jace's hands gripped her tighter, lifting her up to rest on his hips, her legs settling to wrap around him, using them to pull him tighter against her, desperate to feel anything but her own wetness pushed against her core. Her efforts being rewarded at the slight friction of the elastic waistband of his shorts, she rubbed against this, desperate to feel any sort of relief.

Jace pulled away with a breathless laugh, 'you seem a bit eager? What is it you want, huh?'

Clary huffed in annoyance, her hips thrusting as he bottom lip dropped into a pout, 'isn't it obvious Jace?'

'I want you to say it,' he whispered into her ear. His face nuzzled into her neck, hips jutting forward, showing that he was just as desperate as she was.

'Say what? I want what you want,' Clary was past the point of games, she just wanted action and wasn't a fan of being played with.

'Not good enough.' He grunted, on hand moving from cupping her butt to reach the hem of where her shorts had pushed up to sit on her upper thigh. Though at this point they were more in line with her underwear as her legs spread around Jace to further welcome him into her. 'I need you to be clear with me, or this all stops' he whispered, his hand moving from her inner thigh to hold her against him.

She gulped looking into his eyes, her moment of courage leaving her as she was asked to make the next move. He was usually more assertive in her fantasies.

'What do you want from me, Jace?' She pouted, barely opening her eyes from the state of near ecstasy she was in, only focussed on how she could extend this feeling to get her next hit.

'I want,' he paused, moving his hands back to what she hoped was their new home on her inner thigh, fingers lightly brushing by her opening through her underwear, 'you to tell me what you want. Do me a favour and be as clear as possible.'

Clary was now past the point of caring about any form of dignity at this point, the only thing she could focus on was her pulse thundering through her body and the too light movement of Jace's fingers on the lining of her underwear. 'I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name from the bliss of it. Is that clear or do you want step by step instructions?'

'Whatever you say. Though we may save the instructions for another time, I like the idea of you bossing me around,' he smirked as his slim fingers drove inside of her in a big push. They met no resistance as they were thickly coated in her wetness, lubricating him as he drove his hand repeatedly into Clary.

Clary threw her head back, relieved at the slight ease in pressure now that her needs were being met. But it still wasn't enough. She felt her hips move against his fingers, willing him to move deeper, faster, rougher. She gasped as he maneuvered his hand so that his thumb was brushing against her clit as his index and middle finger were pulsing inside of her.

She whimpered as he pulled his fingers out of her, setting her gently on the floor as he put his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean of her arousal. Clary staggered as she became used to gravity again, Jace's arm wrapping protectively around her to balance her. He let out a light chuckle, a breathless 'easy, love' leaving his lips as he did so.

Clary didn't bother with a response as she tried pulling him closer, trying to make him fulfil her desires. But it was no use, he did not budge. His ripped and muscled physique was losing its appeal if it was going to be this hard to manipulate.

But her curses were put to a halt as he pushed her shoulders downwards, forcing her onto her knees. This was more like it, she mused to herself. She much preferred taking a backseat when it came to decisions of this nature. Liked being pushed as opposed to the pusher. She couldn't help her grin, which made Jace smile.

'You won't be smiling like that for much longer. I'm going to take that pretty little mouth of yours and stretch it around my cock in front of all of these cameras until you are choking for air around it.' He muttered, pupils so dilated there was only a thin ring of gold around them.

Clary felt herself pulsate with his threatening words, hips bouncing, trying to find relief from nothing. She couldn't stop her arms from reaching up to toy with the now dampened waistband of Jace's shorts, trying desperately to get him at least a percentage as worked up as he had her. His hips jutted forward under her touch, so she was feeling more confident in her movements as she boldly rolled the shorts down his hips, only having them get slightly caught on his erection, as she moved the fabric down his thighs.

Her eye's lowered from his strong, lust filled gaze to look at what was hovering directly in front of her, eye's widening as she took in the size. She was meant to fit that where?

All of her concerns left her as she moved a single, delicate hand to wrap around him, working her hand in a back and forward motion as she prepared for what she was going to put her mouth, and likely throat, through.

Clary made direct eye contact as she opened her mouth to lick one thick, deliberate line from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling around until she lifted her mouth off and smirked cheekily. But that was quickly taken away as Jace roughly grabbed her hair that was tied at the base of her neck in a fist, and yanked her head back. Her eyes were blinded from where she was forced to look at the ceiling. His hand tightened in her hair, using this as leverage to guide her until her mouth was forced open by him, widening to take him in in his entirety.

She moved her hand to wrap around his base, making up for what she couldn't fit into her mouth at the moment, until Jace's free hand grabbed it, moving it away as he thrusted the remainder into her mouth, forcing her to take it. Clary felt him as he pushed through her mouth, past the beginning of her throat despite it rapidly tightening around the intrusion. This only seemed to push him more.

Tears collected in Clary's eyes, a few escaping down her cheeks, as Jace continued to thrust into her, fist tightening in her hair, stopping her from moving away from the onslaught of his hips repeatedly ramming into her face. And she couldn't find it in herself to care, only focussed on what she could do to allow as much of him inside her mouth as possible. But this sensation was stopped all too soon as Jace removed himself from her mouth. Clary moved her head forward, trying to stop the inevitable separation but was halted by the hand that still gripped her hair.

She looked up yet again, vision blurred from the yet to be released tears, brows furrowing in confusion. 'Why did you stop?'

'I believe you asked me to fuck you until you fogot who you were, and as much fun as that was, me fucking your mouth means I can't hear you scream as you cum for me,' he stated, matter of fact, his words getting quieter as he leaned down closer to her.

Jace pulled Clary to a standing position by her hair, and she couldn't deny the excitement that shot through her at being manhandled in such a way, like she was nothing more than a puppet designed to be pleased and used by Jace. She knew these thoughts were dangerous, but allowed herself to be pulled away by the temptation, even if only for one night.

Jace quickly flipped Clarry around, her back pushed into the hard front of his body, forcing herself to look at the pair of them in the gym mirrors. She could clearly see the effect they were having on each other. Jace's eye's wild and Clary's pale cheeks flushed red. His hand moved from being threaded in her hair, to wrapping around her throat, applying gentle pressure to the sides, eliciting a gasp and jolt from Clary's overwhelmed body.

His other hand worked itself down, dragging across her chest,thumb hooking in the top of her singlet as he cupped her breast before sliding further down, playing with the waistband of her shorts, mimicking her movements from before.

'When will you stop teasing me,' she breathlessly panted, throwing her head back against his chest, curving her butt to press further against him.

Her pleas were met as he thrust his hand down the front of her shorts, swirling his middle finger around her clit, making her knees nearly collapse from the sensations it was bringing out in her.

The hand around her throat tightened, stopping her from bending forward as his other hand ventured lower, his middle finger being joined by his index, sliding themselves between her clit and slick entrance. His movements were getting rougher, faster, more careless as his hips jutted forward, pushing his hardened cock against her, still wet from where he mouth had been wrapped around it just moments before.

Suddenly, his fingers thrust deep inside her. She cried out from the pleasure brought on by the intrusion, she could already feel herself closing in, the combination of touching and teasing doing so much to alleviate the pressure she could feel building. She wouldn't last much longer at this rate, and she could only hope that Jace was the same. She threw an arm back to grab him by the neck to steady herself, as she began to ride his hand to bring forward her own release.

She ripped herself from his arms with willpower she didn't know she possessed, turning around to push Jace onto the bench that sat directly next to them. She pulled off her ow shorts and quickly climbed on top of him, grabbing his arms and pushing them to continue to run along her body as she took over, completely overrun by her desire to feel him completely inside of her. As she felt him slide inside she couldn't stop her sigh of relief, feeling him push through her tight barriers, stretching her to accommodate himself within her walls.

This was already more than she could take, and much better than her imagination. And then Jace started to thrust up into her.

Clary felt her eyes roll back, one of Jace's hands moving from cupping her breast to thumb over her clit, bringing her to the edge as she writhed above him. Hardly caring that they were still on the gym floor for anyone to see or walk in on, Clary screamed, unable to contain her pleasure any longer and no other sound able to escape her body.

She felt her body begin to tense. He toes curled, legs spasmed and hips tightened as she felt her walls crashing around Jace, unable to hold on any longer and not caring as everything simply felt too good. It was at this time that she felt Jace bite her neck as he released into her, weakly thrusting into her one final tim before he fell back on the bench, pulling her with him.

Clary didn't know how long they laid there, she was content to stay there the whole night. Jace was the first to stir, interrupting Clary's blissed-out bubble.

Clary sat up, shaking her head to help clear it so she could process her next movements. She knew that she should probably regret what had just happened, rushing to call it nothing but a rash decision brought on by everything else in her life falling apart. But she knew that as a lie.

Clary laughed to herself as she was pulling her shorts back on, causing Jace to look at her questioningly.

'Clarissa Fray,' she said with a smirk. Only causing the golden haired wonder to furrow his brows further. 'You are going to have to try harder than that if you want me to forget my name, wonder boy.'

'Come to my beach party next weekend. You'll regret taunting me then sweetheart.'

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AN

So, should I drink and write more often?

I am a long time reader and first time poster on this site, so I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing a fanfic for you. Let me know if you would like part two at the beach house.

Not too sure what else I am meant to put here ... I'll see you in the next one, have a good life until then I guess