Hammer

by James, Nicole

  “Whatever I want? Hmm. Let me think about that.”

  He rolled to his back and wrapped a hand around his dick. “Climb on me, baby.”

  She lifted her head, turning to look at him, her eyes trailing down to his big hard cock. She licked her lip, and moved toward him, but not to climb on top of him. Instead she slid down his body and moved between his legs.

  Their eyes met. He’d wanted her there for so fucking long. Just the sight of her head near his dick had him groaning.

  “Lick it,” he ordered.

  She took it in her hand and brought the broad head to her lips, rubbing it over her wet lips, then licking down the sensitive underside. He couldn’t keep his hips from thrusting toward her mouth, wanting more, wanting her to take him deep.

  She smiled and toyed with him. Teasing him relentlessly, like he’d teased her. He grinned, then threaded his fingers through her short hair and guided her down.

  “Take it. Take it all, baby. Take it deep.”

  She did, eager to please him, eager to wrap her wet lips around his big cock and sink her mouth down over him as far as she could go until he felt the head bump the back of her throat.

  “Open your throat,” he directed, guiding her farther when she complied. He withdrew quickly, giving her time to breath before sinking in deep again. She kept at it, moving her mouth up and down until he held her still and fucked her mouth in quick frantic thrusts.

  “You want it, baby? You want my cum?”

  She nodded as much as his hold would allow, and he erupted down her throat, growling her name. “Tink, fuck Tink. You take it so fucking good. Take all of it.”

  She did. She took every drop.

  When he collapsed back, she licked him clean and crawled up his body to sit astride him.

  He reached up and played with her nipples.

  She undulated against him, rubbing her pussy against his belly.

  “My baby need something?”

  She nodded.

  He pulled her forward. “Come up here and sit on my face. I’ll give you what you need.”

  She moved forward, and he pulled her knees on either side of his head, his shoulders spreading her wide. His big hands gripped her tight ass and pulled her to his mouth.

  She was dripping wet, and he lapped at it.

  She moved against him, and he laved her clit until she moaned and writhed.

  He held her tight against his mouth, pinning her with his big hands on her ass, pressing her to his tongue, giving her nowhere to go, no way to get away from his teasing, tormenting tongue.

  He groaned at the sweet taste of her. He could eat her every night, wake up every morning, pin her wide on the bed, and take his time with her. He’d never get enough.

  Her hands went to the headboard, and she bucked against him, whimpering and panting. He didn’t let up. He didn’t let up until she was wild.

  Then he lowered one hand and thrust one fat thumb deep inside her, pressing on that sensitive little trigger—the one he’d already memorized the location of.

  When he did, she exploded, jerking against him.

  He kept at it, then brought her down gently with tender laps of his tongue, his thumb massaging in circles around that spot until she melted in a puddle, and he rolled her to the bed, his strong arm locked tight around her waist.

  She fell back asleep, his thumb still inside her, letting her know she was his. Every few minutes, he’d rotate it, circling that spot until she moaned in her sleep and moved against him, a new rush of sweet release coating his hand.

  He’d smile, kiss her forehead, and let her sleep again.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Hammer rolled over on top of Tink, settling between her thighs, his chest brushing against her tits. He ran his hand through the hair framing her forehead and smiled.

  He’d waited a lifetime it seemed to have her here, to wake up to her in his bed. He had to remind himself this wasn’t a dream; she had really come home with him last night.

  “Good morning, beautiful.”

  Her face light up. “Good morning.”

  “I’m gonna call you that every day from now on, until you believe it, until you know it as truth deep down, until you never again question whether your sister is the prettier one.”

  She tilted her head. “Aw, baby.”

  He dipped his head and kissed her, then worked his way down her neck. He took one of her nipples in his mouth. She arched, thrusting her breast up as he sucked and toyed with her. He loved how responsive she was to his every touch. Her body molded to his. She was tiny compared to him, it was true, but he loved how petite she was. He could move her around the bed with ease, flipping her and turning her and lifting her.

  His favorite position was with her on top, moving so sensually against him as he let her take the lead. She’d been beautiful as she’d rocked against him, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing as she took her pleasure, rubbing her clit against him with each long undulation.

  He reached down, his palm on the inside of her thigh, and hiked her leg farther apart. He slid his hand to her pussy, slipping two fingers inside, finding her wet.

  He loved watching her head go back in the pillow, her mouth forming that perfect O as he stroked her.

  “Oh, Hammer, yes.”

  “I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He kept up the stroking rhythm that drove her insane with need. He slid down her body, pushing her thighs wide with his shoulders. His eyes fixed on her pussy, and he added a thumb to the mix, slowly rotating around her clit but not letting up with those two fingers buried deep.

  Her hips came off the bed, seeking more. He gave it to her.

  He replaced his thumb with his mouth, inhaling that erotic female musk that already had him addicted. At that moment, he swore he’d never let her leave his bed. He tormented her with his tongue until she was thrashing and begging him.

  “Hammer, please… oh, God, yes. More, more…”

  His fingers were drenched with her arousal as he plunged again and again and sucked on her clit. She exploded with a stuttered, gasping breath.

  He withdrew his fingers and lapped her up, then tenderly nuzzled her clit.

  She moaned, and her body shook in the aftermath of ecstasy.

  As she melted against the bed like a campfire marshmallow, he trailed kisses up the soft-as-silk skin of her abdomen, following a line between her breasts and up her throat. He settled on her, his mouth an inch above hers, feeling the soft puffs of her panting breaths.

  He dipped that final inch and kissed her, letting her taste herself on him, letting her know how aroused he was by how she’d climaxed. He spread her wide with his knees and plunged his rock-hard cock inside her silken pussy.

  She tore her mouth free to gasp in air. “Oh, yes. Fuck me, Hammer. Fuck me hard.”

  He rose up on his knees and grasped her legs, pinning them to her chest. He glanced at where they were joined, loving the way his cock slid inside her and came out coated in her release.

  “You take me so good, baby. So good.” He thrust in again and again.

  “Yes. Harder.”

  “Don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.”

  “You’re so small, so tight, baby, and I worked this pussy hard last night.

  “Yes.”

  “I could watch you take me like this forever. Nothin’ prettier, sweetness. Nothin’ on this earth.”

  “Deeper, please.”

  “Know how to get deeper, baby. If that’s what you want.” He flipped her to her stomach, yanked her ass in the air, and plunged back inside.

  She buried her face in the bed, handfuls of sheet clutched in her fists. “Oh, God, yes. Right there. Right there.”

  She pushed against him. His big hands were wrapped around her hips, holding her in place. He kept her where he wanted her and made her work for what she wanted, made her come back those last few inches to get him as deep as she wanted.

  “Take it, baby. Take my cock. Show
me how you want it.”

  She did, rocking against him.

  He smoothed one palm down her spine, keeping her shoulders pressed to the bed. “I love seeing that ass in the air. I want to smack it.”

  “Yes,” she panted. “Do it.”

  He did, his palm coming down on her sexy cheek with a pop.

  She writhed against him, pushing into his pelvis as hard as she could.

  “More,” she begged.

  He gave her what she wanted, loving the way she responded, the way her ass jiggled, the way she came all over his dick in a new rush of arousal.

  Suddenly it was too much; he couldn’t hold back any longer. His hands gripped her hips, and he plowed into her, fast and hard, holding nothing back.

  “Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop.”

  “No way, baby. No way.”

  He was on the edge much too soon, but God it was good—that razor sharp edge just before he knew he was about to climax.

  “I want to paint your back with it. You want that?”

  “Yes, do it.”

  He pulled out, grabbed his dick, and ejaculated all over the tattoo on the base of her spine—the one he’d traced with his tongue last night.

  When he’d wrung every last drop from his body, he collapsed on the bed next to her, wiping her back clean with the sheet. He tossed it aside and fell to his back, breathing hard. She didn’t waste any time moving down his body to lick him clean.

  He looked down, threading his fingers through her short hair in long caressing strokes. Finally, his breathing slowed. She trailed her mouth up his body, taking her time on the trail of hair, his belly button, then his nipples. She licked them wet, then blew on them.

  He grinned at the smile on her face. He reached up and moved a lock of hair off her forehead, and she settled on top of him, tucking her head in his neck.

  He smoothed his palms up and down her back and ass in long, slow strokes. Her skin was the softest thing he’d ever felt.

  “I’m not asking for you to change your life for me; I’m just asking for you to live in the now and see where this takes us.” He stroked her. “It’s been hard for me to watch you.”

  “Watch me?”

  “At the club, if you’re there I’ve got my eyes on you. Always. I clock you walking into the room, and it’s like something inside me lights up. And I know my day just got better, just because you’re around me. All you have to do is enter my space. We don’t have to talk, you don’t even have to make eye contact with me, but when you do, when those moments happen, it’s like everything else fades to nothing, and a room full of people,”—he broke off to shake his head with a grimace—“it’s all white noise. They’re fucking gone, and it’s just you and me, standing there looking at each other. Every time it happens I swear that’s all I fucking need. But it’s not—because it’s never enough, Tink.”

  “I felt it, too, Hammer. Every time.”

  A smile broke across his face. Just that admission from her was enough to make him happy.

  “I need to pick up Ethan. I promised Ma I’d bring him to see her today. Come with me.”

  She lifted her head. “You want me to meet your mom?”

  “Yeah. Why?”

  “Nothing. I’ve just never been brought home to meet a man’s mother before.”

  “You got nothin’ to be nervous about, Tink. She’s gonna love you.”

  “I need a shower.”

  He grinned. “I do, too.”

  She squealed as he climbed to his feet, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her to the bathroom.

  ***

  An hour later, Tink followed Hammer into his mother’s house. He balanced Ethan on one arm and held her hand clasped tightly.

  Tink wore the same outfit she had on yesterday and felt a little self-conscious about it, although Hammer had assured her she looked beautiful.

  She followed him through the house to the kitchen in the back. On the way, she scanned the rooms, catching a glimpse of a picture of Hammer when he was only about six. He was wearing a T-ball Little League uniform, holding a bat, grinning big and missing his two front teeth.

  When she saw it, she pulled back on his hand. He paused and turned to her. She pointed to the picture. “You’re adorable.”

  He rolled his eyes and led her into the kitchen. “Ma?”

  She turned from the stove. “Oh, you’re here!” She held her arms out to Ethan. “Let me see my boy.”

  Ethan waved his arms in the air and grinned. “Nana!”

  Hammer passed him over.

  “He’s growing so fast. I think he’s gained some weight.” She hefted him in her arms and made a face at the boy, then she looked beyond Hammer to Tink. “Who did you bring with you, son?”

  “Ma, this is Alexandra DuPont. I think you may know her father, Dr. DuPont. He said he remembered you from high school, and he remembered Besserman Cadillac.”

  “DuPont? Oh, yes. I remember. He used to be over there near Saint Vincent Hospital.”

  “He still is, ma’am,” Tink put in.

  “Well, isn’t that nice. I remember he had two girls. Aren’t you lovely. Please sit down,” she urged, indicating the table in the bay window.

  They all sat, and Althena bounced Ethan on her knee and gave him a cookie from a plate on the table. “I made your favorite, Ethan. Chocolate chip cookies!”

  “Yay!” He took a bite.

  Hammer’s mother looked at Tink. “So, son, is this the one you told me about?”

  Tink gave him a questioning look, wondering what he’d told her.

  He looked a little sheepish. “Yeah, Ma, she’s the one.”

  Althena smiled big. “Well, that’s wonderful. I’m so glad I got to meet you, dear. Have you been helping my boy out with Ethan?”

  “I’ve been pitching in, yes. But I’m not the only one.”

  “Oh, I see.” She gave Hammer a curious look.

  “Ma, Tink’s got classes, and she works part-time, but she’s helped a lot.”

  “Tink?” She frowned.

  “That’s her nickname ‘cause she’s little, like Tinker Bell.”

  “Son! You don’t call a woman that!”

  “It’s okay, really. I don’t mind,” Tink assured her.

  “Well, I’m not calling you that. Alexandra is a beautiful name.”

  “Thank you.”

  “How’s Josie doing?” Hammer asked.

  “Good, good. Working the program. She misses this one.” Althena brushed the curls off Ethan’s forehead and kissed his brow. “Have you been to see her?”

  Hammer shook his head. “She was kind of pissed when I brought her back.”

  “Well, she doesn’t blame you for that. She sees she was wrong to do what she did. Now, I’m not makin’ excuses, but she’s trying, son.”

  “Yeah, I hope it sticks this time.”

  Hammer looked down at the table, smoothing his palm over the wood, but his eyes spoke volumes. It had hurt him—the wedge that had been driven between him and his sister. He didn’t like being the bad guy to her. His jaw clenched, and Tink knew he’d do whatever he had to for Ethan, no matter what it cost him with Josie.

  Althena pointed to the fridge. “Could you get Ethan some milk? There’s a sippy cup on the counter.”

  “I’ll do it,” Tink offered, getting up. She filled the cup and brought it back, handing it to Hammer’s mother, who passed it to Ethan.

  “Milk and cookies. I miss this. I miss when my children were little.” She gave him a squeeze, then looked up at Hammer. “Why don’t you two let me have him for an hour or two. Go do something, get some lunch.”

  “You sure, Ma?”

  “Of course. I’ve missed him.”

  Hammer nodded. “Okay. We’ll bring you back something.”

  “Great. Go have a nice lunch.”

  He looked at Tink. “I know an awesome place just down the street. We can walk.”

  They left and walked down the street, hand in hand. Tink sm
iled; this was nice. She looked around at the homes. “I like this neighborhood. It’s cute.”

  Hammer chuckled. “Cute, huh?”

  “Quaint. I like the older homes. They have character. I love all the front porches. Did you grow up here?”

  He studied them. “Yeah, rode my bicycle up and down this hill. Used to be a toy store on the corner.” He lifted his chin to the T-intersection with a restaurant on the other side. “That’s the place I was talking about.” They paused on the corner, and Tink looked at the business that was now a vintage resale shop.

  “Oh, I love vintage stuff!” She pulled him to the storefront window.

  He shrugged. “Let’s go inside. Check it out.”

  “Can we?”

  “Sure.” He held the door open, a bell tinkling above them.

  The place was mostly clothing, but there were also vintage record players and other items that kept Hammer’s attention while Tink checked out the clothing. This was high-end vintage clothing, not just resale stuff. She was in heaven. She found a section with 1960’s style dresses and pulled one out. It was short with big bell sleeves and a wild pattern.

  “Oh, my God. This is to die for!”

  A store clerk straightening racks pointed to a curtained off area in the corner. “You’re welcome to try it on, ma’am.”

  “Oh, no. I’m just looking,” Tink insisted.

  Hammer strolled over. “That’s cute. I want to see it on you. Try it.”

  “You’re sure? We have time?”

  “We’re in no rush.”

  Tink clutched the dress to her and hurried off to try it. A few minutes later, she stepped out.

  Hammer’s eyes swept down over her, zeroing in on the slit that ran from the neckline down her breastbone to just under the bust, revealing her cleavage and the fact she didn’t have a bra on. “Damn, babe. That’s sexy as hell. You like it?”

  She whirled and looked in the freestanding mirror. It fit her like it was made for her tiny frame; even the length was perfect, and the décolletage did wonders for her small breasts. She was in love.

  The saleswoman came over, holding something. “I have just the earrings to go with it.” She held them out to Tink. They were large beaded teardrops.

  Tink held them up to her ear. They were perfect.