Percy slammed the door to Cabin Three behind them, the salt-tinged air of the lake still clinging to his skin. Annabeth was already on him, her hands yanking at his shirt.
"Took you long enough, Seaweed Brain," she said, voice low and sharp. "I've been wet since capture the flag."
He grinned, teeth flashing, and shoved her back onto the nearest bunk. "Yeah? Prove it." His fingers hooked into her waistband and dragged her jeans down in one rough pull. No teasing, no slow strip—just bare skin and the sound of fabric tearing. Annabeth kicked the denim off and spread her legs, one hand already sliding between her thighs to show him exactly how soaked she was.
"Fuck, look at that," Percy muttered, dropping to his knees. He didn't ease in. Two fingers pushed straight into her, curling hard while his thumb rubbed her clit in fast, dirty circles. Annabeth's hips jerked up. "Percy—gods—harder." He added a third finger and pumped, the wet sounds filling the cabin. She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to her, grinding against his tongue when he licked up her slit and sucked on her clit like he was starving.
She came fast the first time, thighs clamping around his head, cursing his name. Percy didn't stop. He stood, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and shoved his own pants down. His cock was thick and already leaking. Annabeth reached for it, stroking once, twice, then guiding him to her entrance. "Don't you dare go slow."
He slammed in to the hilt. Annabeth's back arched off the bunk, a sharp moan ripping out of her. Percy set a brutal rhythm, hips snapping, the bunk creaking under them. Every thrust pushed her up the mattress until her head hit the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met him, nails raking down his back. "Harder, Percy. Fuck me like you mean it."
He flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out, yanked her hips up, and drove back in. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to rub her clit again. Annabeth pushed back against every thrust, filthy words spilling out between gasps. "Your cock feels so good—don't stop—I'm gonna come again." He felt her tighten, pulsing around him, and kept pounding through it until she was shaking.
Percy pulled out, flipped her again, and straddled her chest. Annabeth opened her mouth without being asked, tongue out, eyes locked on his. He stroked himself fast and came across her tongue and lips, thick ropes she swallowed with a satisfied hum. Some spilled on her chin; she wiped it with her finger and sucked it clean while he watched.
They weren't done. Percy dragged her to the edge of the bunk, spread her wide, and went down on her again, licking his own come from her skin before focusing on her swollen clit. Annabeth rode his face, thighs trembling, coming with a hoarse cry that echoed off the cabin walls. When he finally slid back inside her, slower this time but still deep, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered against his ear, "Round three. Don't hold back."
The night stretched on like that—sweat-slick skin, rough hands, playful insults turning into moans, bodies moving together until the first light of dawn crept through the windows. By the time they collapsed, tangled and spent, the sheets were wrecked and both of them were grinning like idiots. Annabeth traced a finger down his chest. "Same time tomorrow?"
Percy laughed, low and rough. "Try and stop me."
