A New Deck’s First Memory
# Breaking In The New Deck The air outside was still and heavy, the last of the day’s heat radiating from the fresh cedar planks. From the bedroom window, Marcus watched Claire move through the kitchen, her blonde hair catching the fading
Chapter 1
The air outside was still and heavy, the last of the day’s heat radiating from the fresh cedar planks. From the bedroom window, Marcus watched Claire move through the kitchen, her blonde hair catching the fading light. He felt a familiar, restless energy under his skin. The deck was finished, a clean expanse of wood begging for a memory to be etched into its grain, something more than just a barbecue.
He found her in the bedroom, already changed into a simple t-shirt, her blue eyes scanning a book with that serious focus he adored. He leaned against the doorframe.
“Too quiet out there,” he said, his voice a low rumble.
Claire glanced up, a faint, shy smile touching her lips. “It’s peaceful.”
“Peaceful is for tomorrow.” He crossed the room, the space between them crackling with his unspoken intent. He stopped just before her, not touching, letting the warmth of his body reach her first. “That deck needs breaking in. Properly.”
Her gaze dropped, then lifted to meet his, a flush creeping up her neck. She knew what he meant. He saw the flicker of hesitation, the part of her that wanted to retreat into quiet safety. But he also saw the quickening of her breath, the way her fingers tightened on her book.
He took it from her hands, setting it aside. His thumb brushed the sensitive skin of her inner wrist, feeling her pulse jump. “No one can see,” he murmured, his lips close to her ear. “Just us. And the new wood.”
The suggestion hung in the air, raw and extreme. It wasn't an invitation to the bedroom; it was a demand for the threshold, the exposed space between their private world and the open night. He watched the conflict play out in her eyes—her serious nature warring with a deeper, more adventurous current he was determined to unlock. The tension wasn't about if, but about her surrendering to the *where*. He would wait. He would talk her through it, filthy and low, until that shyness melted into pure, unthinking want.
Chapter 2
A slow, predatory smile spread across Marcus’s face as he saw her decision solidify in her eyes. He took a deliberate step back, his own hunger a palpable force in the quiet room. “Show me,” he commanded, his voice gravelly with want.
Without a word, Claire’s hands went to the hem of her t-shirt. She pulled it over her head in one fluid motion, letting it fall to the floor, her full breasts swaying slightly in the dim light. Her shorts and panties followed, kicked aside as she stepped out of them, completely naked and beautifully exposed. The shyness was still there, but it was being consumed by a boldness he’d unlocked.
She moved past him, her bare skin brushing his arm, and walked through the open sliding door onto the new deck. The warm evening air kissed her skin. She turned to face him, backlit by the last streaks of dusk, and then she sank gracefully to her knees on the smooth cedar planks.
“Come here,” she said, her voice lower now, laced with a daring he rarely heard. “I need to taste you.”
Marcus followed, his cock already straining against his pants. He stood before her, and her small hands made quick work of his fly. She freed his hard length, her blue eyes locked on his as she leaned forward.
Her mouth was hot and wet, engulfing him with a hungry, practiced ease that stole his breath. A low groan tore from his throat. She began to move, her head bobbing, one hand working his shaft in tandem with her mouth.
“Fuck, your cock is so perfect,” she murmured, pulling off just enough to speak, her lips glistening. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. Thinking about getting you hard right here where anyone could see.”
“You’re a fucking dream,” Marcus rasped, his fingers tangling in her blonde hair.
She took him deep again, humming around him, the vibration shooting straight to his core. “Gonna make you come all over this new wood,” she whispered, her words a filthy, beautiful promise. “Mark it as ours. You wanna come on my face, baby? Or right down my throat?”
Her dirty talk, so at odds with her usual serious demeanor, was the final trigger. The tension in his gut coiled impossibly tight and then shattered. With a raw, guttural shout, he came, his release pulsing into her eager mouth. She took every drop, swallowing around him until he was spent, her tongue gently lapping at his sensitive tip as he shuddered above her.
Breathless, he looked down at her kneeling form, her lips swollen, her eyes shining with triumphant satisfaction. The deck was officially broken in. He gently pulled her to her feet and into his arms, the heat of their bodies mingling with the cooling night air. “My serious girl,” he murmured into her hair, his voice thick with awe. “You never cease to amaze me.”
Chapter 3
Claire’s eyes, dark with lust, locked onto his. “I’m not done,” she breathed, her voice husky. “Your turn.”
Her hands pushed firmly on his shoulders. Marcus let himself be guided down, his back meeting the warm, solid cedar. The night sky sprawled above him, a few early stars blinking into view.
Before he could speak, she was straddling his face, one smooth thigh on either side of his head. The intoxicating scent of her own arousal filled his senses. She lowered herself, her wet, shaved pussy hovering just above his mouth.
“Eat this pussy,” she commanded, rocking her hips forward. “Don’t stop until I come all over your face.”
Marcus groaned, his hands gripping her hips, and obeyed. He licked a broad, slow stripe through her soaking folds, then focused on her clit, sucking and flicking his tongue with a desperate rhythm.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Claire moaned, her hips grinding against his mouth. “Just like that. Your tongue feels so good.” Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him firmly in place. “I’m gonna fucking drown you, baby. You want that? You want my come all over you?”
He could only answer with a muffled groan, doubling his efforts, lapping at her hungrily. Her thighs began to tremble around his head. Her breath hitched, her dirty talk dissolving into sharp, breathless cries.
“I’m coming! Right now!” she screamed, her body seizing as her orgasm ripped through her. A hot rush spilled over his lips and chin, coating his face just as she’d promised. She rode the waves against his mouth until she shuddered and went limp.
Panting, she slid off him, her skin glowing in the dusk. She turned and crawled over his body, aligning her slick heat with his throbbing cock. “Now,” she whispered, lowering herself onto him in one smooth, tight slide. “Fuck me. I want to feel you lose it. I want you to come on my tits.”
She began to move, riding him with a fierce, hungry pace. Marcus gripped her waist, driving up into her, the slap of their skin echoing in the quiet.
“You feel… so… deep,” she gasped, her full breasts bouncing. “Give it to me. I want to see it. Mark me.”
The sight of her, wild and demanding above him, the tight clutch of her cunt, shattered his control. “Claire!” he roared, his hips bucking off the deck as his climax erupted. He pulled out just in time, his hot release spurting in thick, wet stripes across her chest and stomach, painting her skin.
She cried out, her own body clenching again at the sight, before collapsing onto his heaving chest. They lay tangled together on the broken-in wood, sticky and spent, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the distant chirp of crickets. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “My god, woman,” he murmured into her sweaty hair, his voice full of awe and utter satisfaction.