Canvas and Skin

The first time I saw Marcus shirtless by the lake, my brush froze mid-stroke and heat pooled low in my belly. He stood at the edge of the dock like he belonged to the water itself, sun gleaming off the hard lines of his back and shoulders, droplets tracing paths I suddenly wanted to follow with my tongue. The old cedar lake house creaked behind me, its wide glass doors thrown open to the breeze, but all I could think about was how those powerful thighs would feel pinning me down.

I’d hired him as my model for the weekend, a favor from a mutual friend who swore the ex-personal trainer had the perfect athletic build for my new series. But the moment he stepped inside, towel slung low on his hips, the air thickened with something far more dangerous than paint fumes.

“Elena, you gonna stare all day or tell me what you need?” His voice was low, teasing, that faint Southern drawl curling around the words like smoke.

I swallowed, setting my palette down with shaking fingers. “Pose on the chaise by the window. Natural light. Arms behind your head, legs spread a little. I want to see… everything.”

He didn’t hesitate. Marcus dropped the towel right there in the living room, cock already half-hard and swinging heavy between his thighs as he stretched out on the worn leather. The sight of him—thick, veined shaft resting against a taut stomach, balls drawn up tight from the cool air—made my pussy clench so hard I had to press my thighs together.

“Like this, artist?” He locked eyes with me, bold as hell, one knee falling open wider. “Or you want me harder?”

The explicit scene started before I even realized I’d crossed the room. My charcoal pencil clattered to the floor as I climbed onto the chaise between his spread legs, hands sliding up those sweat-slick thighs. His skin burned under my palms, muscles jumping at every touch.

“Fuck, Elena… thought you’d at least pretend to draw first,” he groaned, but his hips rolled up, pushing that thickening cock closer to my face.

I laughed breathlessly, wrapping my fingers around the base. “Changed my mind. This is better reference.” I stroked him slowly, watching pre-cum bead at the tip, then leaned in and licked it off with a flat tongue. He tasted salty, warm, alive. Marcus hissed, one big hand fisting in my messy bun.

“Shit, your mouth… suck it deeper, baby. Show me how an artist handles a real model.”

I opened wide and took him in, lips stretching around his girth as I bobbed down halfway. The weight of him on my tongue, the way his cock pulsed and grew even thicker, sent shivers racing over my skin. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard while my free hand rolled his balls. Wet slurping sounds filled the sunlit room, mixing with the distant lap of lake water against the dock.

He pulled me off with a pop, eyes dark. “Not yet. I want inside that pussy first.” In one smooth motion he flipped us, my back hitting the chaise as he yanked my thin sundress up and over my head. No bra, no panties underneath—just my soaked, shaved slit glistening for him.

Marcus groaned at the sight. “Look at you, dripping already. Been wet for me since I walked in?” Two thick fingers dragged through my folds, circling my swollen clit before plunging inside. I arched with a sharp cry, heels digging into his back.

“Yes… God, yes. Trainer, huh? Show me how you push limits.” My voice cracked as he curled those fingers, stroking that perfect spot until my thighs trembled.

He chuckled darkly, positioning the fat head of his cock at my entrance. “Hold on, Elena.” Then he drove in with one powerful thrust, burying every inch in my tight heat. The stretch was exquisite, almost too much, my walls fluttering wildly around his thickness. We both moaned loud enough to echo off the rafters.

He didn’t start slow. Marcus fucked me hard and deep right from the start, hips snapping forward so his balls slapped my ass with every stroke. The leather creaked beneath us, my tits bouncing as I clutched his shoulders, nails digging into muscle earned from years of training clients.

“Harder,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fuck me like you own this pussy.”

“Greedy little artist.” He grabbed my hips, angling deeper, pounding so the chaise scraped across the hardwood floor. Sweat slicked our bodies, the scent of sex and lake air mixing into something intoxicating. My clit ground against his pelvis on every thrust, building that electric pressure fast.

He suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. “Turn over. Ass up. I want to watch this tight cunt take me from behind.”

I scrambled onto my knees, arching my back, presenting myself like one of my own nude studies. Marcus gripped my waist and slammed back inside in a single stroke, the new angle making me see stars. His pace turned punishing, one hand cracking across my ass with a sharp smack that made me clench around him.

“Again,” I begged, pushing back to meet every thrust. He spanked the other cheek, the sting blooming into heat that shot straight to my core. The wet sounds of his cock plunging into my soaked pussy filled the house—obscene, perfect.

I came first, sudden and shattering, pussy spasming hard around his pistoning dick. “Marcus—fuck—I’m coming!” My voice broke into a long moan as waves crashed through me, juices coating his shaft and dripping down my thighs.

He growled, not slowing. “Good girl. Give me another.” Reaching around, he rubbed tight circles over my clit while switching to short, grinding strokes that kept constant pressure inside. The second orgasm hit even harder, my arms giving out so my face pressed into the cushion, ass still high as I shook and squirted lightly around him.

Only then did he let go. Marcus pulled out at the last second, flipping me onto my back again. “Open your mouth.” I did, tongue out, as thick ropes of cum painted my tits, neck, and lips. The final spurts landed on my tongue, salty and hot. I swallowed what I could, laughing softly as he collapsed beside me, both of us sticky and breathless.

We lay tangled on the chaise for a long minute, lake breeze cooling our skin. Marcus traced a finger through the mess on my chest, smirking.

“So… you gonna paint me now, or do I need to fuck you against every window in this house first?”

I grinned, pulling him down for a messy kiss. “Both. But the windows are next.”

Laughter bubbled up between us, light and easy, as the sun dipped lower over the water.

CATEGORIES: [Trainer, In the Woods, Big Cock, Rough sex, Cum]