Hammer

by James, Nicole

  The water splashed as he stood to his full height, lifting her breasts out of the water, hefting her up in his grip. His mouth claimed one nipple and then the other.

  She moaned again as the zing of sexual response shot through her body. Her legs squeezed around him. It was something that came as a natural reaction, instinctual, primal.

  It drew a swift groan of reaction from him, and his hold tightened. His mouth moved to her ear. His voice was a guttural growl, dripping with sensuality. “I could drive into you right now, right here. I want you that much.”

  Being held in his arms felt right, so right. Why had she fought this so long? “Yes.”

  “But I want our first time together to be special, sweetheart. Not here in the lake with you shivering in my arms.”

  “I wouldn’t stop you,” she whispered.

  “I know you wouldn’t, and that’s why I’m stopping us. I want you to trust me. I want you to be totally okay with this.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “And although I don’t think anyone is watching, I’d like more privacy.”

  “I could come back to your house tonight. You could tell Desiree you don’t need her to stay.”

  His eyes searched hers. “Do you mean it? Will you come? I’d like that.”

  “I’d like it, too.”

  “Are you sure? I need you to be sure, Tink.”

  “I’m sure.”

  ***

  Skylar offered to watch Ethan, who had fallen asleep in the playpen with Rebel. She smiled a knowing smile, totally happy they were finally hooking up.

  Fifteen minutes later, Hammer was pulling Tink through the house to his bedroom. Tink felt a thrill at his big hand wrapped around her much smaller one, and he practically dragged her to his bed. His impatience was sexy as hell.

  When they reached his destination, he spun, wrapping his free arm around her waist and hauling her tight against his chest.

  She was breathless when his mouth came down on hers.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, how often I’ve laid in this bed and thought about you, Tink.”

  “Tell me.”

  “So long. So many nights—nights I’d wished I could run my big callused palms over your soft young skin, nights I could sink my hands in your hair, and nights I could sink my dick in your sweet, wet pussy, feeling it quiver around me.”

  “Oh, Hammer,” she moaned softly as his mouth descended over hers, kissing her hungrily, demandingly. It was a kiss that made her world spin.

  Her body arched into him, aching for the connection.

  He growled, his hand cupping her face possessively as the other hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her tight to him, holding her like he’ll never let her go.

  He pulled away, and his eyes blazed down into hers.

  “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted my hands on you, Tink?” he growled.

  “I’ve thought about your hands on me too, Hammer,” she purred softly, and his eyes flared.

  “I can’t believe I’ve finally got you here.” He cupped her face with both hands and brought her lips up to his, just barely brushing them. “I’ve got a list of naughty things I want to do to you, baby.”

  She melted on the inside and felt the rush of heated response between her legs. She groaned. That had him crashing his lips back over hers, his fingers dropping to tug at the buttons of her blouse.

  “All I can think about is how your pussy will taste. Will you let me taste it, baby?” he breathed between kisses. His words pulsed through her body, drawing a response like it was under his command, like he had control of it, and all he had to do was command it, and it would respond. She felt another rush of wetness. My God, she was dripping, and he hadn’t even touched her there.

  “You kiss so sweetly, baby. I was put on this earth to kiss you, to worship you with my mouth.” He dragged his heated lips down her throat, sucking and biting, and she whimpered.

  “Don’t stop. Please.”

  Her blouse fell open, and he tore it from her shoulders, tossing it aside as his mouth returned to hers, kissing her wildly. His hands brushed her belly as he moved to the fastening of her jeans, and she sucked in a stuttered breath at the touch. Those long fingers slipped under the waistband, and the denim slid down her legs to drop at her feet.

  He pulled his cut from his shoulders and slung it over the back of the chair, then tore his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. The heated look in his eyes had her chest rising and falling as he prowled closer. She stood there in her bra and panties, and his gaze raked over her, his eyes flaring with desire. The room was thick with it.

  He stood in front of her, his big hands closing around her tiny waist. She skated her fingertips over his muscular arms, her eyes taking in all that incredible ink on his skin. And God, the heat radiated from his skin.

  He stood, letting her touch him. As her palms stroked up over his shoulders to cup his neck, he groaned pulling her bare stomach against his abs, and the heat of his body nearly scorched her.

  She sighed into his kiss as his mouth descended over hers again.

  “You’re mine tonight,” he rumbled. “To do with as I please.”

  “Yes, take me,” she begged.

  He threaded one hand through the hair at her nape, gripping her firmly as he kissed her even deeper. She loved the way he took control; she wanted to give it over to him and let him lead.

  Desire licked through her body and she trembled.

  His lips moved across her cheek to her ear, and he rasped in a heated voice.

  “Is your sweet pussy wet for me, baby? Is it dripping?” His fist in the short hair at the back of her head tightened, and with his dirty words her body again responded. She whimpered as a zing of pleasure shot through her.

  The hand gripping her waist moved to the top of her panties, and he twisted his wrist, his hot big palm smoothing down the soft skin of her belly, his fingertips slipping under the lace.

  She stuttered in a breath as two long fingers stroked across her smooth pussy, sliding between her slippery lips.

  A deep growl rumbled up from his chest.

  “My baby is dripping for me.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, leaning into his touch.

  He dropped to his knees, bringing his head level with her breasts as he curling his fingers in her lacy panties and dragged them down her legs. His eyes locked on her bare pussy, so slick with her desire.

  He groaned and dipped his head, inhaling her scent. Both palms smoothed up her thighs, cupped her ass, and pulled her toward his mouth.

  The first long lap of his tongue withdrew a gasp, her mouth forming a perfect O. Her hands clutched at his massive shoulders to steady herself. His hands on her ass were the only things keeping her knees from shaking.

  “God, baby, you smell so fucking good.” He lapped at her again and again. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so fucking long.” He spread her legs to give him better access, and his tongue toyed with her clit.

  Her nails dug into his skin. “Oh, Hammer.”

  He lifted his head, his eyes focusing on her bra. His hands stroked up her body, one flicking the hook at her back, another dragging a strap down. The bra fell from her body, and he cast it aside.

  She stood there naked, her breasts trembling under his stare.

  His chest rose and fell and his hands cupped her rib cage, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. “So pretty, baby. I knew your tits would be pretty.”

  He dipped his head and kissed one and then the other, then closed over a nipple, laving it with his tongue and drawing on it deep.

  Her head fell back, and her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

  He wrapped his strong arms around her ass and locked her body against him, holding her pinned and immobile as he nibbled on her erect nipples.

  She whimpered, loving being held so tightly, her sensitive nipples sending tingling jolt after jolt straight through her.

  He stood, lifting
her in his arms, and she squealed, grabbing his neck and holding on tight as he carried her, his arms wrapped around her ass, to the bed, dropping her to her back on the comforter.

  His big body came down next to her, and he loomed over her. His mouth dropped on hers as his hand moved between her legs, his fingers stroking through her slick, slippery lips.

  Her back arched off the bed.

  He broke the kiss, lifting to stare at her face, watching her reaction as his fingers stroked her, then dipped into her pussy opening to draw all that wetness up and spread it all over her clit. She sucked in a breath and bit her lip. His dark, hooded eyes moved from her pussy to her face, and he slid two fingers deep inside her, searching and finding that spot that had her whimpering and bucking. He added his thumb to the mix, rotating over her clit in tight circles.

  She trembled, her breasts bouncing with the reaction of her body.

  “Oh, God,” she stuttered out.

  “You like this, baby girl? You like my fingers inside you?”

  “Yes, yes.”

  He teased her clit again and again, and she whimpered in pleasure.

  He slid down, his mouth replacing his thumb, and she thrashed wildly, lifting her hips up off the bed to follow his mouth, seeking more.

  “Christ, baby, you taste so fucking sweet,” he grunted, licking and giving her what she wanted. “I want the taste of you on my tongue always.”

  His eyes focused in on her face as he continued to torment her with his mouth, and those two fingers inside her curled and pressed and stroked, and she knew she was so close to the edge. It pulled at her again and again until she was practically fucking his face, rubbing herself against him in eager, desperate, frantic motions.

  “Nothing in this world will ever keep me from this sweet pussy again,” he vowed. His eyes latched onto her tits, bouncing wildly with her thrashing.

  “Shake for me, baby. Let me see those pretty tits tremble with your need.”

  “Oh, God,” she gasped, her body reacting to his words again and she felt another rush of release coat his hand.

  “Do you want more, Tink?” He moved his hand faster, adding another finger and driving in and out of her until she was begging.

  “Yes, please, please. Make me come.”

  He groaned at her pleading. “My cock is so fucking hard for you, baby.”

  “I want it. Please.”

  “Not yet. Not yet, baby girl. I want you to come all over my hand. I want to lap it all up.”

  “Oh, please.”

  “You close, beautiful?”

  “Yes, so close,” she stuttered out.

  He tickled her clit with his tongue, then reached up with his free hand and pinched one of her nipples. She threw her head back, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip and moaned as she detonated, lights exploding behind her eyes.

  Her body tensed and jerked against him, and then melted back against the bed as a rush of release gushed from her.

  His mouth dropped down, and she felt him eating at her, lapping her clean and growling deep.

  When he was through, his mouth moved up her body, pressing soft kisses over her belly.

  He moved off the edge of the bed, and she rolled her head on the mattress, watching him. His hands went to his belt, working the buckle free, and then his jeans dropped to the floor.

  He was commando underneath, and his long, thick, hard cock sprung forward, bobbing against his abs.

  Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

  His dark eyes were hooded in desire as he crawled over her, his knees spreading her legs wide. “Open for me,” he ordered.

  Grasping his big cock in one fist, he swirled the wide head through her wetness, brushing in circles around her sensitive clit.

  She moaned.

  He rotated the head over and over, growling his desire, then dipped the crown between her lips, dragging it up and down until she bucked against it, reaching up to meet it.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Show me how much you want me. Show me how much you want my dick.”

  “Please,” she begged, lifting her hips, her legs splayed wide. He moved then, putting it to her entrance and positioning his hips between her silky thighs. She clamped her legs around him, locking down tight, and he roared as he thrust deep inside her slick, wet pussy.

  She gasped. His big hand hooked behind one of her knees, pinning it against her body. Then he did the same with the other leg until she was spread wide open for him. He moved up on his knees and slowly drew his thick cock out of her slick pussy until just the head remained.

  He stared down at her. “You want it? You want my big dick, baby? You want it in that hot, tight, little pussy?”

  “Yes,” she groaned, whimpering. “Please.”

  He plunged back inside. “You’ve had my cock throbbing for you since you were that eighteen-year-old girl who walked into the clubhouse.” He stroked out and back in again slowly. “Gonna take my time with you. Been imagining my cock sinking into you for so fucking long. Every time I watched that sweet little ass jiggle past me, I wanted this. Jerked off to the thought of you more times than I can count. Stood in the fucking shower with my hand wrapped around my dick and imagined your mouth wrapped around it, sucking me fucking dry, baby.”

  She moaned, lifting her hips to receive each thrust. “Yes, yes. Take me. Fuck me.”

  His hands wrapped tight around her waist, and he pulled her down on his cock as he began to thrust deeper and faster until her breasts were bouncing as he pounded into her over and over.

  She felt him so deep, and she moaned.

  “Take it, baby. You take it all,” he growled.

  “Yes, yes. Give it to me. All of it.”

  His balls smacked against her ass.

  He moved one hand, his thumb rubbing her clit. “Come for me, baby girl. Come all over my big, hard dick. Do it.”

  Her body reacted to his words, and she came, long and hard, muffling her cries with the back of her hand, her teeth sinking into her flesh. The orgasm barreled through her, but he wouldn’t let up on her clit, rubbing her wetness over it in tight circles until she bucked against him.

  He drew every last shudder from her before he jerked and grabbed her hips, locking her against him as he roared his release through gritted teeth, his body going rock solid above her as he pumped his cum into her in long spurts, the orgasm blasting through him.

  He settled down over her, supporting his heavy weight on his elbows, locking her within his arms. He hung his head against her shoulder, breathing hard.

  She felt his lips and tongue along her collarbone and up her neck until he was nibbling on her ear. “You’re mine, Tink.”

  “Yes.”

  “You’ve always been mine.”

  “Yes.” Her chest lifted with her staggered breaths. “Why did we wait so long to do this?”

  His body shook with his silent laughter, then he lifted his head to smile down at her. “Because you were being fucking stubborn.”

  “Oh, right. That.” She grinned.

  He dipped his head and kissed her lips, then slid down her body to her breasts.

  “I didn’t give these pretty titties enough attention.” He dipped his head to toy and tease one nipple with his mouth. She squirmed, and his eyes flicked up to her even as his mouth stayed clamped over her nipple. He popped it from his mouth with a long pulling tug. “You’re going to lie there pretty and let me, right?”

  She nodded.

  “Good girl.” He went back to playing, first one, then the other, then the first again until she felt herself get wet once more.

  He pushed one leg between her thighs, pressing up against her tender pussy, and she moaned.

  “Ride my leg, baby,” he ordered. “Get yourself off.” His hands clasped hers, threading their fingers together. He pinned her to the bed as he went back to drawing hard on her nipples. She arched her back and thrust up against his leg, rubbing her clit against him, dragging it up and down. He pressed down with hi
s leg, and she felt it all the way against her g-spot.

  Her head rolled on the pillow.

  “Don’t stop,” he ordered, and she kept on, thrashing and rubbing against him until another orgasm was licking close, that tingling sensation coming faster and faster until it rolled over her like a freight train. He clamped down on one nipple, and she screamed in pleasure.

  He released her nipple and teased it with the tip of his nose. “These pretty nipples are so sensitive, aren’t they, honey? I could play with them all night.”

  “No, no more. I can’t take any more.”

  He grinned and rolled to his back, taking her with him. He smacked her ass. “I’ll let you rest for an hour, then we start all over again.”

  She snuggled closer, smiling, her head on his chest. She was good with that.

  ***

  An hour later, good to his word, Hammer flipped her to her stomach and tickled his hands down her back and ass, his mouth following.

  The moonlight poured through the windows, casting them in blue, but he saw the ink at the small of her back, and he traced it with his tongue.

  She canted one leg up, and he slipped his hand between her thighs, his fingers stroking over her bare pussy lips and finding them slick. He rotated his fingertips in small circles, coating her with her release, loving that she was dripping in arousal.

  He leaned over her back and whispered in her ear. “So fucking wet for me, baby.”

  She lifted her ass, seeking out his fingers.

  “You like that, baby? You like my fingers?”

  “Yes, more.”

  He gave her more. He couldn’t fucking get enough of touching her sweet pussy. He dipped his fingers deep again and again and teased her clit until she was begging.

  “Please.”

  “You want to come, baby? You want to come all over my fingers?”

  “Yes.”

  “Ask me nice,” he whispered in her ear. “Beg me pretty.”

  “Please, Hammer. Please make me come.”

  “You want to come on my fingers? Or my face? Or my dick, baby?”

  He kept at her, his touch teasingly light, making her lift her ass and seek more pressure.

  “Whatever you want.”