“I do,” he said, cutting to the chase and scooping her into his arms. “And you need to eat. I’m almost offended that you’ll probably be throwing up this pizza in a few hours.”
She shook her head vehemently, nearly tipping herself from his arms. “No. Don’t throw up. Never.”
Hooking the chair leg with his foot, he pulled it out enough to deposit her into it. “Here you go, Sparky.” He cut her a slice of pizza and gave her a big glass of water. “See if that helps you feel more human.”
As meals go, it was one of the more pleasant Hammer had ever had. Once the food hit Quinn’s belly, she was a lot more lucid than she had been. And good thing too, because he’d have felt like shit if he was taking advantage of somebody too drunk to understand what he wanted tonight.
Feeling her in his arms had been the last straw. He wasn’t some horny bastard with more hormones than sense but having her here in his home, rubbing against his chest like a lonely kitten? That feeling had shattered the last strings of his control.
And if he wasn’t mistaken, her bare toes were running up his leg, past his knees to rest between his thighs.
“Are you feeling better?” His cock stiffened at the soft touch of her foot through the crotch of his jeans.
Her eyes were bright, that wicked twinkle firmly in place as she winked at him. “A lot. Thanks.”
He rubbed her toes, increasing their downward pressure a bit. He stifled the groan growing in his chest.
God, that feels good.
He rubbed her foot up to her ankle, then the smooth bare skin of her calf.
“Are you sure you want to be doing this?” he asked in a quiet voice, watching her as he massaged her leg. “I’m not going to push you into anything but you have to feel how hard you make me.”
“I do,” she whispered. Loss thundered through him as she removed her foot. “And I like it.”
Before he could respond, she rounded the corner of the table to stand beside him. At her encouragement, he pivoted the chair. She bent down and took his lips in a kiss.
It was damn hard to keep control. Her soft wet tongue played at the seam of his lips then rubbed insistently against his tongue. He couldn’t tell her no. His hands answered the siren call of her body, resting at the soft curve of her waist first then wandering upward to rub against her ribs, brushing at the undersides of her breasts. Her body was incredible, soft and smooth in all the right places, not bony or hard at all.
Her arms crept behind his neck, drawing his mouth closer to hers as she kissed him. He let her have control. It was easy to see she needed this tonight. He’d let her have him, let her do what she wanted. Later it would be his turn and he’d enjoy it to the fullest.
Straddling his legs, she lowered herself onto his lap. He didn’t stop his groan when the heat of her pussy seeped through his jeans, bathing his cock in her warmth. He grasped her soft ass, going beneath the short jersey skirt and palming her lace-covered roundness.
The movements of her mouth became more frantic on his, and her pelvis twisted with need. Small moans of desire escaped her, hardening him further. Man, he’d not felt so desperate since he was a teenager fooling around in the backseat of a car for the first time. Her hands moved down, clutching at his shoulders, his biceps, down his chest, his abs, then down between them to press against his cock.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Baby, you’re killing me.”
“You don’t feel dead to me.” The rasp of a zipper sounded, a button released and then her hands delved into his jeans and stroked his cock through his black boxers.
“Damn,” Hammer said, breathing hard and staring at the ceiling. She cupped his balls then rubbed at his shaft, her thumb flicking lightly over the tip.
“Hammer,” she whispered, staring at his face as her hands moved on him. “I want you.”
“Good. I want you too,” he said seriously, holding her ass for dear life.
She continued stroking him and his cock twitched with want. At his groan, she grinned and her nimble fingers parted the flap of his boxers. Before he could process what she was doing, her fingers had curled around his shaft, moving up and down while squeezing gently. She thumbed the slit at the crown of the purple head, gathering and spreading the drop of moisture that sprang out at her touch.
“I guess I’m not the only one who needs something, am I?” she nearly purred.
He watched as she stood without releasing her grip. When she motioned, he lifted his hips and allowed her to remove his jeans and boxers. She tossed them aside without watching to see where they’d land. Dropping to her knees between his spread legs, she looked up at him.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said seriously. “There’s something I’d like to do.”
“Whatever you want, Sparky. I’m yours for the evening.”
It was, quite possibly, the best answer he’d given to anyone ever. She wasted no time. Rising higher on her knees, she slid the tip of his cock into her hot, wet mouth. Her soft lips closed around the head and her tongue gently probed the slit, wringing anxious drops from his body.
“God, Quinn,” he rasped. “That is so fucking good.”
She set up a rhythm as she sucked him, moving back and forth, forcing him deeper each time. She kept her fist working at the base, right above his balls, her hand and mouth moving in time. She took him deep and her throat muscles contracted around the sensitive head.
“Fuck. If you keep that up, sweetheart, I’m not going to last very long.”
In response, she sucked harder. He gripped his thigh, digging the tips of his fingers into his skin to distract himself from his tightening balls and twitching cock. With his other hand, he tangled his fingers in her hair. Three more, four more strokes, and he’d be losing himself in the wet heat of her mouth, covering that clever tongue with his cum. The thought was more than tempting but he wanted more than a quick blowjob tonight.
With a regretful sigh, he lifted her head. In the absence of her mouth, the cool air of the room felt almost icy on his wet skin.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, licking her lips.
He pulled her to her feet. “You’re too damn good at that. I want more.” Drawing her forward to stand between his knees, he lifted her un-tattooed leg, placing her bare foot on the naked skin of his thigh. He rubbed upward from foot to ankle, ankle to knee, knee to thigh, brushing his thumb against wet lace.
“Mmm,” she said, biting her lip. “More.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said. His thumb dived beneath the edge of her panties, rubbing against skin that no silk on earth could match for softness. The outer fold was damp against his finger, her body’s response almost dripping onto his thumb.
Her hips twisted at the slight touch. Her brows lowered. “I said more.”
Parting the folds of her body, he slipped two fingers between them.
Chapter Five
Quinn’s brain swam, less from the alcoholic haze than the sensation of Hammer’s fingers sliding between the slick lips of her pussy. She spread her thighs farther apart, tipping her head back. God, she felt wild, like a dominatrix wielding her will upon a compliant submissive. But Hammer wasn’t the type to let her control him for long. She knew that and she intended to make the most of her control at the reins.
Her foot moved from his naked thigh to the floor, trapping him against her pussy. She smiled. “Don’t move.”
Lifting the hem of her tank, she pulled it off. Her skirt came next, over her head so it didn’t disturb the delicious movements of his fingers against her pussy. She stood before him in nothing but her lacy white bra and lavender panties.
Propping her fists on her hips, she winked at him. “Like what you feel?”
“Oh yeah,” he said, sliding his fingers deeper into her slit. With his other hand, he stroked his cock, still wet from her sucking. The sight of him touching himself got her even hotter.
She took a step backward, causing his hand to fall away. She removed her panties, careful not to brush against the gauze-covered tattoo, and threw the scrap of lace aside.
“Do you have condoms?” She might have drunk more than she should tonight but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a brain.
He nodded toward their discarded pile of clothing. “In my wallet. Back pocket.”
“Kind of sure of yourself, weren’t you?” She laughed as she dug through their clothes.
“Sparky, when I saw you pumping gas this afternoon, my dick did cartwheels. I haven’t wanted anyone like this in a long damn time, so if you were willing at all, it was going to happen.”
She came back to stand beside him. “Lucky for you.” She paused to tear open the condom’s wrapper with her teeth. “I’m more than a little willing.”
He caressed her pussy again, combing the little landing strip of hair atop it with his fingers. He rubbed the wetness around her clit. “Feels like it.”
When she bent over to roll the condom onto his erection, he reached behind her to caress her ass.
Her tongue flicked over the slit in the head of his cock one last time before she started rolling the condom onto his shaft. She stayed bent over, loving the delicious feeling of Hammer massaging and rubbing her ass. When the condom covered him fully, she sighed and almost stood up.
A long finger probing at her back opening stopped her.
“Oh,” she said, gripping his hair-dusted thigh in surprise. Her legs spread farther apart on their own. Her pussy throbbed as he played with the tight star, fingers pressing, stretching, gently manipulating the tiny opening.
His voice was low, husky with want. “Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass? Have you ever had a cock deep inside this tight hole?”
She shook her head, afraid a deep moan would escape her if she opened her mouth.
“Good,” he said with a lazy half-smile. “I want to be the first.” Releasing his cock, he lifted her chin to his for a soft kiss. “But tonight is for what
you
want. So tell me, Sparky. What do you want?”
She stood, uncertain. She’d been totally in control of everything until that moment, that split second when Hammer showed her he wasn’t going to sit back and let her do whatever she wanted forever. It was kind of exciting, never knowing when her rule would end, but was she still in control?
She stepped back. “Stroke your cock again. I liked that.”
He complied without a word, fisting his condom-covered cock. She stayed silent, watching him. His cock was perfect, large enough to satisfy, not so huge that she’d worry about being in pain.
“Cup your sac.”
He obeyed instantly, reaching to cradle the looser skin with its twin weights beneath. He massaged them gently, pushing them upward so they framed the base of his hardness.
Quinn’s thighs shifted against each other, her wetness dampening her inner thighs now. God, she was so fucking wet. Watching him get himself off turned her on, big time. She loosened the hooks of her bra.
“Don’t stop,” she ordered him and tossed her bra away as she came close again. She bent over. “Suck on my nipple.” She squeezed her breast toward him, the rosy point of it already taut and throbbing.
“Ah,” he said, his warm breath blowing across her nipple before his lips closed around it.
Quinn kept her gaze on his cock at first, the sight of his masturbation almost hypnotizing. But then his teeth closed around her turgid nipple and she had to cry out.
“God,” she said, wrapping one arm around Hammer’s shoulder to keep from falling. “Do that again.”
He did and she couldn’t stop her hand from finding its way to her clit. She rubbed herself in time with his sucking, in time with his fist on his cock, in time with the thundering beat of their hearts.
“Hammer,” she gasped as her movements quickened on her clit. “Stop, stop now!”
He released her instantly. She didn’t waste another second. Her thigh went across his legs, and his stiffened cock was poised at her entrance.
“Now,” she said, her voice a pathetic tremble. “Fuck me. Fuck me and don’t fucking stop.”
Gripping her waist, he eased into her, stretching her, filling her up with his erection. After giving her a moment to adjust to his size, he lifted her slightly then lowered her. Her inner muscles quivered, gripping at his shaft with every movement he made inside her.
“Yes,” she hissed, grabbing his shoulders and arching her back. Answering her wordless plea, Hammer caught her breast in his mouth, sucking and nipping at the tip.
The slow, gentle movement of their thrusts wasn’t enough for Quinn. She quickened their pace, moving up and down on his cock. She was so wet, she wanted him so bad, and every movement hit that magical spot inside her, the one that made her want to fuck and fuck and fuck and never goddamn stop. She spread her thighs wider, trying to fit him deeper inside her. That little adjustment did it.
Every time her hips descended, he hit both her G-spot and clit in the same motion. She lost her fucking mind. Her body took over, deep moans and throaty cries escaping her as she rode him as if her life depended on it. He stretched her so good, touching in all the right places. Her free breast bounced with the motion, the other one still imprisoned by his talented mouth. Sweat broke out over her as her mindless exertion continued.
Hammer kept her moving evenly, supporting her when the thrusts were slower, hanging on when she cried out. He moaned too, low in his chest, as she forced his cock deep inside her pussy, over and over and over again.
“Quinn,” he rasped when he lifted from her nipple, “I can’t wait much longer.”
“I’m so close,” she gasped, tears tracking down her cheeks. “So close…”
Hammer reached between them and flicked the hard little cherry of her clit with his thumb. That was it. Her pleasure exploded, spasms of lust gripping each limb, centered in the core of her where his erection still throbbed and pulsed. In another breath, Hammer yelled, forcing his cock upward, deeper into her as he loosed his heat deep inside.
She collapsed against his chest, her body still quivering, still holding his shaft within her. She’d never…it was too…and it…she…
She closed her lids and laid her cheek against the stubble on his cheek. She’d think later. She wanted to feel now.
As Hammer’s pulse slowed, his awareness returned. He was bare-ass naked, slumped in his high-backed wooden chair, a nude and nearly unconscious Quinn still straddling him. One of the most intense sexual experiences of his life had happened with a woman he’d just met, in his dining room, with half a cold pizza on the table beside him. It had been as unexpected as it was incredible.
“Sparky?” He stroked her hair, removing the elastic band tangled in the remnants of her ponytail. “Are you okay?”
“Mmm,” she mumbled against his neck, twisting her pelvis slightly. He tried to ignore the delicious sensation of her warmth still wrapped around his cock. “
Don’twannamove.
”
When Hammer shifted, the chair groaned beneath him in protest. “Come on, sweetheart. I think we’ve abused this chair enough for tonight.”
Sliding her backward, he set her on her feet so he could stand. Once vertical, he scooped her up against his chest and made his way up the stairs to his room.
“I’m going to put you in my bed but I can sleep on the couch if you want.” Hammer nudged open his bedroom door with his foot.
“No.” She yawned as he deposited her on top of his neatly made king-size bed. “S’okay. Stay here.”
“You sure?”
“Uh-huh.” She flopped over, snuggling up to his pillows in the very center of the bed.
Hammer didn’t try to stop his grin. She was fucking adorable when out of her mind with satisfied lust and a good bit of beer. “I’ll be right back.”
Her only answer was a soft snore. He shook his head and made his way to his bathroom, shutting the door before flicking on the light. The faucet in his shower squeaked as he twisted it to heat. The still-brisk water sprayed against his chest as he shut the glass door behind him.
He soaped up quickly, the routine motions helping to clear the lust-induced haze in his brain. He couldn’t believe she’d come on to him that strong, especially after slamming him down earlier in the evening. The water sluiced down his body, from the shaved skin of his head to his still-sensitive groin, white suds pooling at his toes. They’d been good together. Fun. Intense. Like a nice glass of champagne—effervescent and addicting.
Hammer shut off the water and grabbed a thick blue towel from the bar beside the shower stall. A nagging worry latched onto the back of his skull as he wiped the drops of water from his skin. He hadn’t pushed her, had he? She’d initiated it, and while she hadn’t been sober, she’d been lucid enough to know what she was doing. If he’d ever taken advantage of a woman like he’d watched his brother Ben do all his life…
Tossing the towel over the bar to dry, he shook the thought from his mind. He hadn’t pushed her, he was fairly certain. He’d clear up any lingering worries in the morning over breakfast. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile as he thought of a sleepy-voiced Quinn teasing him over eggs. It’d be hard to eat at that table again without remembering his cock sinking deep into her.
Doing his damnedest to ignore the tantalizing thought, he pulled on a pair of boxers from the basket of clean laundry in the corner. Digging through a stack of folded tee shirts, he came up with a faded and worn Duke University tee from his days as an undergrad. Back then he’d still been toeing the family line, prelaw all the way. It hadn’t taken long for him to figure out that what was right for his dad and Ben wouldn’t cut it for him.
The light switch clicked as he flicked it to the off position. His choice of career wasn’t the only bone of contention between him and his family but it sure as hell was the meatiest. But at the moment, a more beautiful thing to think about was snuggling naked on his bed.
A bar of light slanted through the curtains, lying across the foot of his bed. Quinn was still snuggled exactly where he’d left her. Her pale skin contrasted sharply with the deep navy of his bedcovers. He stood there, watching her for a moment.
Her back was to him, her knees drawn up close to her body. Her hands were shoved beneath the pillow, her hair spread around her like a dark puddle. Though difficult to make out in the dim light, there was some sort of tattoo on her shoulder blade and another on her lower back. He winced. Surely she hadn’t let the scratcher who fucked up her thigh do more ink on her?
Silently, he padded across the floor. Leaning over the edge of the bed, he bent close to examine the tattoos.
A leaf lay on her shoulder blade, simple, well done, good clean lines. Shaded in black and gray, the edges of it curled as if dying. It was a sad tattoo but a beautiful one. No way had it been done by the same guy who put his initials on her leg.
The ink on her lower back was just as well done, probably by the same artist who’d placed the leaf on her shoulder blade. A golden sun, vibrant rays reaching across her back and up to her waist, shined there. It was as hopeful as the leaf was sad. The juxtaposition of the two hit Hammer hard and he sank to the edge of the bed.
Ink told stories. He knew that from experience. This girl had been hurt, and hurt bad. He hoped the sun had come after the leaf but he thought he knew better. Right then, she shivered. He laid a palm on the curve of her waist. The skin was cool, goose-bumped.
He patted her hip. “Sparky? Here. I’ve got a tee shirt for you and you can snuggle under the covers, okay?”
“Mmm,” she said, shivering and balling up farther.
He laughed. “Come on, I promise it’ll be warmer. Trust me.”
She sighed and stretched, rolling onto her back. He swallowed hard at the sight of her chill-hardened nipples.
Sleep. She needs sleep.
“Up you go,” he said, gently grabbing her arms and pulling her upright. She blinked at him blearily. “Raise your arms.”
She did so without comment or hesitation, almost like a sleepwalker. Hammer pulled the tee shirt over her breasts with a sigh of regret.
“Here.” He pulled the covers back. “Climb in.”