Big Deck

by Jagger Cole

Heather explodes for me, coming so hard as her pussy squeezes down around my thrusting cock. Feeling her let go is more than I can take, and in a second, I join her. I growl as I sink every inch deep in her pussy and let go. My muscles clench, and she moans through her orgasm as I start to empty my balls deep in her pussy.

  I keep thrusting as I kiss her passionately, until every drop is deep inside of her, right where it should be. Heather keeps on kissing me. Her legs stay wrapped around me, keeping me right where I belong.

  8

  Heather

  An hour or so later, I’m lying in my bed with Hollis. And oh my God, I’m glowing so hard. It would be easy to say it’s the incredible, mind-blowing sex I’ve just had… four times including the kitchen counter, actually. But “just sex” doesn’t do this to a girl. Not even sex as good as sex with Hollis. This is something else too, and I’m not sure if that scares me or excites me. Maybe it’s a mix of both.

  I nuzzle his bare chest while he slowly strokes his fingers through my hair. I turn to look up at him, and he grins as he leans down to kiss me slowly. Outside, I suddenly hear a rumbling sound, and I pull back with a furrowed brow.

  “What the heck is that?”

  I frown and sit up in bed to try and peer out the window. I catch a glimpse of a big flatbed truck piled with lumber as it rumbles up next to the house.

  “Oh, shit, sorry,” Hollis drawls. “Forgot to tell you. I did some measurements on the deck while you were still sleeping this morning and called in my guys to drive up the lumber based on the specs.”

  My eyes widen in surprise. “You measured for the whole project?” He shrugs with a cocky grin on his face, and I laugh. “How early were you up?”

  Hollis winks, saying nothing. He slides away from me and starts to get out of bed. “I’ll go let him know where to drop the wood,” he says as he starts to tug on jeans.

  I frown and suck my lip between my teeth. “Wait, Hollis. You’re...” My eyes move over his tousled bedhead, the bite marks on his neck from me, the belt-less jeans, barefoot, and bare chest. “And I’m…” I blush and look down at my own nudity, knowing my hair is probably even more obvious than his. “I just wouldn’t want… you know.”

  He frowns for a second, but then he shrugs.

  “Sorry, I…”

  “No, I get it,” Hollis growls

  But I quickly shake my head. “No, it’s not…” I frown.

  “You think that I think that you’re ashamed of me. Of this,” he growls and arches his eyebrow.

  I nod quietly. “Yeah.”

  “Are you?”

  I shake my head vigorously from side to side. “No!” I hiss angrily “No. God no. But…” I pout. “People talk, and… you know.” I trial off, feeling like an idiot. But Hollis just smiles as he slips back onto the bed and crawls over me. He scoops me into his arms and kisses me slowly.

  “It’s fine, sweetness.”

  I smile. “Sweetness?”

  He leans in close to let his mouth brush my ear. “It’s ‘cause you taste like fuckin’ sugar,” he growls, making me gasp and blush. “Jackson is discreet. But,” he grins as he slips from the bed again. “I guess it might be better if I put a shirt on.”

  I grin at him. “Well don’t on my account.”

  Hollis chuckles. “I never mentioned that I spent the night here. And look, Heather, I do get it. You’re famous. Wouldn’t want to be seen slumming it with a guy like me.”

  I frown angrily, shaking my head. “Hollis, that is not what I meant!”

  He starts to laugh, and I sigh heavily. Clearly, he’s messing with me, and it’s working.

  “Ass,” I mutter. He laughs and walks back to the bed. He cups my cheek and tilts my head up, leaning in close to kiss my pouting lips.

  “How about you lie in bed and skip getting dressed. When I’m done, I’ll come find you and let you slum it some more.”

  I blush and nod quickly. “Yes please.”

  Hollis grins and pulls his shirt over his head. “Jackson’s going to help me with the demo and then take off. Then you’re all mine again.”

  “Yeah, well, I’ll have to check my schedule,” I sigh. “But I’ll pencil you in.”

  He laughs, and he turns to kiss me again before he walks out of my bedroom and closes the door behind him. A few minutes later, I hear him talking with a man outside. I grab a robe and wrap it around myself before I step a little closer to the window. I keep out of sight behind a curtain while I look out.

  Hollis is chatting with a handsome guy with dark hair and dark stubble on his square jaw. The man is built and big, almost as big as Hollis. The two of them joke around and pretend to box for a few minutes. Then they grab chainsaws and sledgehammers from the truck, and the new guy follows Hollis around the side of the house.

  I take a quick shower. When I’m out though, the sound of roaring chainsaws and pounding hammers fills the house. When I’m dressed in a sundress, I peek out from behind the curtains again. I blush at the sight of the both of them shirtless and sweating, and my old crappy deck half demolished. Both men’s muscles ripple and flex, sweating under the sun as they demolish the old structure.

  I suck my lip between my teeth, and I blush as I watch them. But, though they’re both incredibly gorgeous looking guys, my eyes are just drawn to Hollis. I drink in the sight of him as he swings a huge hammer down onto some boards, splintering them apart. His biceps bulge, and his tattoo ink ripples. Heat begins to bloom between my legs, and I can feel my nipples hardening under my sundress as I spy on him like a shameless pervert.

  I am not “ashamed” of Hollis, and I don’t feel like I’m slumming it with him at all. But, being famous is also a burden. I’m sure his friend is a nice guy, and discreet, but I also moved out here for a reason. I wanted to be away from the fame and all of the bullshit that comes with it. Walking out to say hi to this Jackson guy is probably fine.

  But he could also let it slip later with friends, and suddenly I’d have paparazzi helicopters hovering over my house. So I wait until Jackson leaves before I finally walk outside to check out the progress.

  “You know, I think Chippendales might be hiring.”

  Hollis laughs. He turns and grins at me. “Yeah? I always pictured myself more of a Thunder Down Under kind of guy.”

  I giggle, and Hollis puts his sledgehammer down. He turns, walking towards me, and I blush as my eyes take in the sight of him; half-naked, sweaty, and muscles bulging. I mean hello. I tremble as he moves towards me with his eyes capturing mine.

  When he’s right in front of me, he leans down and cups my jaw. I gasp as his lips press tight to mine, and he kisses me slowly until my toes are curling. He pulls back, and I take a deep, shaky breath. Jesus, kissing Hollis is unlike any kiss I’ve ever had before.

  “Wait, so you’re really going to do this whole thing this weekend?” I question, glancing around at the mostly demolished deck.

  Hollis nods. “Yeah. Most of the support posts and crossbeams are still good, so it’s mostly just building off of that. I should bang out the rest of the framing today, and then…” He trails off when he sees the fierce blush on my cheeks, and he grins darkly. “You’ve got a dirty, dirty mind, sweetness,” he growls and moves closer to me.

  The heat on my face intensifies. “Guilty,” I whisper.

  “You know if you keep getting flustered and looking so fucking gorgeous when you do, I won’t be finishing this weekend,” he grunts.

  I laugh. “Well, that’s a tough choice. I mean, how’s a girl supposed to pick between a big deck and big…”

  I wink at him, and he grins widely. I gasp when Hollis grabs me, and with a growl on his lips, he pushes me up against a wide wooden support beam. I moan as he roughly pushes my sundress up and runs his big hand over the front of my panties. My body reacts intently and trembles for him, aching for more.

  “Oh fuck, Hollis,” I gasp. His lips find mine, and I moan deeply as he kisses me hard. His hand rubs the front of my panties, makin
g me whimper eagerly as the wet heat seeps into them. His fingers trace the top edge of them before they slip under the lace and push down inside. I moan as his big fingers slide over my pussy.

  “So fucking wet already,” he growls. “What a bad, bad girl.”

  He pushes a thick finger into my dripping wet pussy, and I moan eagerly. His mouth claims mine, and I whimper into his lips as he starts to finger my dripping wet slit. He rubs my clit with his thumb while he strokes his finger in and out, and my body begins to ripple in pleasure. Hollis kisses down my neck, leaving me gasping as he fingers my pussy.

  I run my hands over his abs and up to his bare chest. He’s slick with sweat, but smells like pure masculine pheromones, and they’re driving me out of my fucking mind. I rock my hips against his hand and run my hands all over his muscled body. I push them lower to cup the huge bulge in his jeans, and Hollis growls.

  Suddenly, I gasp as he spins me around so I’m facing the other direction and pushes me up against the support beam. He yanks my dress up high, and I can hear him quickly undoing his belt and his jeans. His thick cock springs free to press hotly against my ass. I moan in anticipation.

  “Oh fuck, Hollis,” I whimper. He grunts and yanks my panties down to my knees. I can feel the air on my bare ass and the wind teasing across my wet pussy. He strokes his big dick against my ass, and I want him so freaking bad it hurts.

  “So, baby girl,” he growls against my ear. “Looks like you want the big dick instead of the big deck.”

  He slips his thick head against my lips, pushes with his hips, and slowly begins to sink into me. My mouth hangs open as his big dick slides into me. I moan as inch after inch of him pushes inside, filling me up more than anything I’ve ever felt. Until finally, he’s all the way in, and my body is trembling in pleasure.

  Hollis growls and grabs my hips tight with his big hands. He slides out, and I can feel myself clinging to him to tightly. He growls ferociously as he sinks back into me, and I throw my head back in pleasure. I hold onto the wooden beam tightly, gasping as Hollis starts to fuck me hard. But it’s more than fucking: it’s a claiming.

  It feels like I’m being utterly taken and claimed, by a caveman, or a Viking or something. His huge muscled body grinds against my softer petite one. His cock feels so huge inside of me, like he’s filling every single part of me with it. The warm outdoor air blows over us both, and I look up to drink in the vista of mountains and trees while we fuck. Okay, it really does feel like he’s a caveman or something being outside like this instead of in a bed. And a girl cold absolutely get used to this.

  I moan eagerly as Hollis drives into me. His big hands grip my hips tightly, yanking me back to take every inch of him. I start to lose control, moaning wantonly and slamming my ass back to take him with every thrust. He kisses my neck and rasps his pleasure into my ear, and I moan when we start to slam together harder. Hollis grabs a handful of my hair, and I cry out as he starts to pound into me.

  There are no words, just a primal, animal lust to claim or mate. He fucks me like I’m his—like I’m his plaything to do with as he pleases. And that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.

  His hand on my hip slides around to push between my legs. His finger rubs my clit as he sheaths his thick cock in me, and I start to tremble. My legs shake, and my eyes roll back as the pleasure begins to wrack my body. I’m going to come, and I’m going to come hard. I start to open my mouth to tell him, but no words come out. Instead, when he drives in once more and rubs my clit, I just start to come.

  I moan, crying out my pleasure as it takes hold of me. My pussy clenches around his thickness as I start to orgasm. With a roar, Hollis sinks every inch in me, and I feel him come as well. His dick pulses deep inside of me, and I gasp through my orgasm as I feel his hot cum spill into me. He grunts into my ear, holding himself deep as he throbs and pulses. My own orgasm rattling through my core, leaving me gasping and panting.

  Slowly, it starts to feel like we’re drifting back to earth. Hollis’s mouth teases over my neck, and I turn my head to kiss him deeply.

  Whatever this is, I know I’m in deep, and nothing is ever going to be the same.

  9

  Hollis

  Eventually, somehow, I actually get some work done on the deck. That’s after fucking Heather against the support joist, and then on her kitchen floor when she calls me in for some lunch. And then also her couch after that.

  But working hard under the sun, out in the fresh air, with a good woman winking suggestively at me through the window? Now that’s a pretty good life right there. By late afternoon, I’ve got most of the framing done.

  I glance up when I hear the truck rolling down the long driveway. I glance around the side of Heather’s house and recognize Sean’s pickup. My good friend and boss steps out of his pickup and comes around to the back where I’m working.

  “Surprising me on the job?”

  He chuckles as he glances over my work and nods approvingly. “Wanted to make sure you weren’t insulting our client again.”

  “We kissed and made up.”

  Sean laughs. “Yeah, how about you don’t go kissing celebrity clients.”

  For a second, I want to tell him a little too late for that, buddy, but I obviously don’t.

  He looks over the deck framing. I’ve built on to what was already here, expanding the deck in size and making it flow a little more naturally to fit the lodge style of the house. “This looks really good, buddy,” Sean nods with approval. “Is this Jackson’s design?”

  I nod. Jackson isn’t an architect or official designer, but he’s got a fantastic eye. He had this template for another deck project that never got used, and when I called this morning about the lumber, we decided to use it since it fit the house so well.

  “Come on up.”

  Sean nods and climbs the ladder to the partial flooring I’ve put up to act as a walkway across the raised frame. The way the house is situated on a slope, the first floor out front becomes a second floor out back. Eventually, I’ll add some stairs down to a lower deck or paver stones.

  Sean glances around and looks impressed. “Seriously man, this is looking great.”

  “Thanks.”

  We both climb back down, and I grab us a couple of bottles of water that Heather left out for me.

  “She home?”

  I nod. “Yeah.”

  “Cool. I might stop in and just say hi and see how she’s liking an asshole like you hanging around.”

  He grins, but suddenly, he looks past me, and he frowns. I turn and follow his eyes, and I groan to myself when I see what he’s looking at. Shit. On the ground by one of the support posts is Heather’s panties, from this morning when I fucked her out here against the post.

  “What the fuck is that, Hollis?”

  I shrug “Not sure,” I mutter. “I mean, I know what it is.”

  “Yeah I meant what the fuck is it doing there?” Sean growls dangerously.

  “Maybe the wind took her laundry?”

  He frowns and turns to eye me. “Yeah, ‘cause movie stars in multi-million dollar lodge homes are air drying their underwear on the line.” He glares at me. “Motherfucker!”

  “What?” I glare back.

  “You fucking know what, goddamnit!” Sean growls. “C’mon, Hollis!”

  “It’s handled,” I mutter.

  “Oh, I bet it is,” he growls back. “I mean fuck, Hollis!”

  “Look!” I hiss angrily. I rarely raise my voice on friends, but it comes out unbidden. “I wasn’t looking for it, Sean,” I growl. “I mean c’mon man, I insulted her when I first met her. I didn’t even know who the fuck she was.”

  “Oh, and then you did so you decide to take her to bed?” Sean glares at the panties on the ground again. “Or take her to the construction site?”

  “Calm down,” I mutter. “I wasn’t looking for it, alright? I came back yesterday to apologize, and there was this fucking creep here. She’s got a stalker, man,
and the guy was inside her damn house trying to hurt her!”

  “So you call the fucking cops,” Sean growls. “You don’t take her to fucking bed!”

  “Can’t call the cops.”

  “Yes, you damn well can,” he mutters.

  “It doesn’t work like that. C’mon Sean, she’s famous. That shit will be way worse for her than that creep.”

  My buddy glares at me. “So you’re the knight in shining armor here?”

  “Never claimed to be that.”

  “She your damsel?”

  I shoot him a hard look. “Yeah, she is.”

  Sean sighs. “Why are you trying to be the hero here, Hollis?” He frowns and puts a hand on my shoulder. “The war’s over, buddy,” he says gently.

  “It’s not like that. It’s…” I shake my head.

  “What?”

  “It’s her, Sean,” I growl. “It’s her. I’m not gonna try and explain it to you, because honestly, I don’t have to.”

  He chuckles.

  “But it’s her,” I grunt again. “This doesn’t concern Tuff Built, okay? She loves the deck so far, and whatever is going on with her and I, it’s separate from the job.”

  “Well, not quite,” Sean says dryly, glancing at the underwear on the ground again. He frowns. “I’m not trying to bust your ass brother I just want to be sure. You know I worked hard to build this company. And I feel for you, but I don’t want something like this coming back to bite me or the company in the ass.”

  “I know, and it won’t. You’ve got my word on that.”

  He sighs and slowly grins at me. “Wow, movie star Heather Carlton.”

  “It’s not like that. She’s person, not a trophy.”

  Sean smiles. “Good answer, brother. Good answer.”

  “It’s the truth.”

  “I can tell.” He smiles at me and reaches out to shake my hand. “I’m going to skip going to meet the client. I think it’s safe to assume she’s okay with you ‘hanging around.’”

  I grin. “Pretty sure I’ve got it covered.”