Hammer & Nails (7 page)

“What are you doing?” he asks breathily, staring into my eyes.

“You’ll see,” I purr.

Once I have his arms firmly secured behind his back, I give him a little push, forcing him to fall back against the arm of the couch. He’s pretty much in the same position I was in the last time we were together, leaning back and completely exposed. I shove his white wife beater up and slip it over his head so it’s out of the way. I drag my hands down his heaving chest and over his taut abs to his belt. I undo his belt and slip it from the loops. I drop it to the floor then reach for the button of his slacks.

His cock is straining against the soft material, trying to force its way out. I better help the little guy out before he hurts himself. I slowly open the front of Nolan’s pants, peeling them down his thighs, and having to stop at his knees since he’s still kneeling. His black boxer-briefs are next to go. His cock springs out, hard as a rock and already leaking.

I glance up to find his chin resting on his chest, his eyes so dilated that they are almost completely black. His jaw is clenched tightly and his nostrils are flaring with the force of his breaths. I’m driving him nuts. A rush of excitement flashes through me. I love being in control during sex. I love having a guy at my mercy, especially someone like Nolan, who is used to getting what he wants, when he wants it. Well, not tonight, pal.

~ Nolan ~

Harley has actually tied my arms behind my back with my own shirt. And good enough that I honestly can’t get free. I tried. The only thing I can do is watch her and it’s sheer torture. As much as I hate not being in control, I’m also finding this absolutely thrilling. I’ve never had a woman take control over me before. I guess I’ve always went for timid, quieter women, who let me take control. But, Harley…well, she’s miles in the opposite direction of my usual.

I’m still on my knees, the middle of my back resting against the arm of the couch. I literally have no leverage here. And I’m so fucking turned on that I’m ready to explode. My body is strung tight with tension as I wait for her to do something, anything to relieve my aching erection.

She runs her hands up the fronts of my bare thighs, over my hips, up my abs and chest, to my shoulders. Her body follows, the soft fabric of her shirt whispering over my skin. I hiss when it brushes against my dick. She leaves a hot trail of kisses up my neck to my ear.

“Is there something that you want, Mr. Hammerstein?” she purrs seductively into my ear before nipping at the lobe, which sends a shock through my body.

“Oh my God, Harley, don’t play games with me,” I plead.

“Well, how am I supposed to know what you want if you don’t tell me?” she murmurs, her lips brushing against mine.

Fuck me!

I lick my dry lips. I can’t think of one woman I’ve been with that has put me in this position, where I had to tell
her
what
I
wanted. I’m not a shy person, but having to tell Harley that I want her to suck my dick has my face flushing in embarrassment.

“I want your mouth on me,” I rasp.

She hums and kisses down my neck to my chest where she flicks her tongue over my nipples, sending jolts of electricity right to my groin. My cock jerks as more pre-come slips down the underside of it. Holy fuck!

“Here?” she asks innocently.

“NO!” I cry, letting my head fall back on my shoulders. “Lower!”

She drags her tongue down the center valley of my abs. She stops just below my navel and veers off to the left where she nips at my hip. I jerk my hips back because I’m very ticklish there and let out an aggravated noise.

“Harrrlllley,” I whine. I never ever thought I’d hear myself whine like a bitch.

“Oh, was that not the right place?” she asks, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

I lift my head to look down at her and she blinks her big green eyes oh-so-innocently at me. “I will get you back for this,” I threaten.

She moves to my other hip and sucks hard on the skin, leaving a hickey. “Is that what you want?”

“Jesus Christ! No!”

She pushes up to her knees and shoves her hands onto her hips. “Well, then I don’t know what the hell you want me to do,” she huffs, continuing to play her little game.

She’s trying to kill me. I know it.

“Come closer,” I growl.

She presses her hands against my chest and leans her face in close to mine, cocking an eyebrow in question. I’ll bet anything that Harley will not touch me unless I actually tell her to. That’s just the kind of person she is. So here goes nothing…

“I want you to suck my cock as far down your throat as you can get it,” I pant.

Her eyes flare and darken with desire. “That’s all you had to say,” she reply, her voice a low rasp.

She kisses me hard, her tongue invading my mouth. I kiss her back, twirling my tongue around hers. I wish I could wrap my arms around her right now. She abruptly pulls back and sits back on her heels so she can bend forward to take my cock into her mouth.

A strangled cry tears up my throat when she pulls me in so deep that her nose touches my stomach. I feel her throat constrict around the head of my dick when she swallows. She pulls back, sucking in a deep breath through her nose before she starts to bob her head. Her hot, wet mouth is pure agony, but in the best way possible. I drop my chin to my chest and give into the urge to thrust my hips. Her hair falls forward, blocking my view.

“Baby, pull your hair back,” I breathe.

Her mouth comes off me, and she smirks. “You wanted me to wear my hair down,” she says then flicks her tongue across the sensitive underside of the head of my cock.

My body trembles and my breathing picks up. I’m not going to last much longer. My blood is on fire from this girl and her antics. I don’t think I can take much more. “Please, Harley, please,” I beg.

“Since you asked so nicely,” she chirps, gathering her hair up in one hand.

She grasps the base of my shaft with her free hand and slips me back into her mouth. I cry out in relief. I’ve never needed to come so badly in my life. I watch my cock disappear between her luscious lips and it’s the most tantalizing sight I’ve ever seen. It will forever be burned into my memory. I moan and thrust my hips in time with her rhythm. Her eyes flip up to watch me watching her. Her hand starts stroking my shaft as she concentrates her mouth on the head of my cock.

“Fuck! Harley, I’m close,” I grit out.

She hums and my eyes roll back. I drop my head backward and squeeze my eyes shut. I let my head hang over the arm of the couch. I moan loudly. My breathing is reduced to harsh pants. My hips buck as my orgasm barrels through me. Harley pulls her mouth away at the last second and angles my cock so that I come on my chest and stomach. She strokes me through it. Every muscle in my body seizes. Harley slows her hand but doesn’t stop. Her thumb brushes over the head, which is now extremely sensitive and my whole body jerks violently.

“Fuck. Harley, I’m done, you gotta stop,” I pant heavily.

My head is too heavy to lift, and I obviously can’t use my hands to stop her.

Her thumb brushes again. My abs bunch painfully tight as my body jerks hard again. 

“Please, baby, please stop,” I plead.

Her hand slowly slips away and I sag against the couch, my spent cock lying limply on my thigh.

I can’t move. Not only does my body feel extremely heavy, but I’m pretty sure my arms and legs are numb from being in the same position for so long. I feel the couch move but I’m too exhausted to bother trying to figure out what Harley is doing. I hear the water running in the kitchen, and a few seconds later, I feel a warm rag on my chest and stomach. I crack open an eye to see Harley fighting off a smile as she cleans me up.

“You’re evil,” I mutter wearily.

She barks out a laugh and gives me a peck on the lips. She sets the rag down on the coffee table, which is luckily glass, then grabs me by the wife beater around my shoulders and pulls me up to my knees. She then moves behind me and unties her knots. She also undoes my cuffs, letting me slip my arms free of my shirt. I groan and roll my shoulders; they are not pleased from being stretched like that for so long.

I slowly but surely right my clothing. I’m exhausted. I sit on the couch and slouch in the corner, resting my head back against the cushion. I close my eyes because they just are too heavy to keep open. I hear a plate clink on the coffee table before the couch dips next to me.

“I brought your dinner over,” Harley says.

“You expect me to eat now?” I mumble.

She snickers. “You don’t have to, but I’m starving, and this smells way too good to go to waste.”

I must have dozed off because the next thing I know, Harley is patting my thigh and I’m jolting awake. I sit up, lean my elbows on my knees, and rub my face with my hands. I look back over my shoulder to find Harley smirking at me.

“How long was I out?” I ask.

“About half an hour,” she answers.

“Shit, sorry.” I sigh.

She shrugs and gives me a smug grin. “Can’t say that I blame you.”

I chuckle. “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

She laughs. “Yes, I am. You’re the first guy that I made fall asleep.”

I bark out a laugh.

She smiles sweetly at me and I like feel something shifts inside of me. Something deep in my heart, in my soul. Something I’m not sure I’m ready for. Something I don’t know if I can handle.

“Should we get back to picking out cabinets?” I ask quietly.

Harley gives me a nod. “Sure.”

~ Harley ~

Nolan reheats his dinner and eats it while I help him pick out cabinets and countertops for his kitchen. He looks really sexy right now. He’s completely disheveled. His hair is all over the place. He never put his dress shirt back on, so he’s just in his wife beater and pants with no belt. I can’t help but stare at him. The man is gorgeous. And I’m feeling so many things for him right now. Things that make me nervous because I don’t know what he’s thinking or how he feels. For all I know, I’m just another notch on his bedpost. It doesn’t feel like it, but what do I know? I’ve never been in a serious relationship before because all of the guys that I’ve dated have always seen me as one of the guys, or just a fuck buddy. None of them ever wanted anything serious with me.

Nolan cleans up our plates when we finish picking out everything for his kitchen. I turn on the couch to watch his back as he loads the dishwasher and puts the left over lasagna in the fridge. He shuts the fridge and turns toward me. He rubs the back of his neck, looking a bit uncomfortable. He looks really cute when he’s uncomfortable.

He clears his throat. “So, I uh…I was wondering if you would want to go to the season opener? I’m kind of obligated to go and thought that since you are such a big fan that you would want to come with me,” he rambles.

I jump up off the couch and squeal like a girl for the first time ever. “Are you kidding me? Yes! Yes! I want to go!”

I run over to him and sling my arms around his neck.

“Thank you! Thank you!” I exclaim excitedly and kiss him a few times on the lips.

Nolan laughs. “You’re welcome.”

I step back. “Oh my god, my dad and brothers are going to freak when they find out!”

My excitement quickly dies and I frown. Nolan notices my sudden change and he furrows his brows. “What happened?”

“My dad and brothers would die to go to the season opener. Is there any way that you can get them tickets, too?” I ask, giving him my best puppy dog face.

Nolan nods. “Of course I can.”

I grin up at him. “Thank you, I swear I will make it up to you,” I purr and press myself up against him.

He lifts an eyebrow as a small smile curves his lips. “Mmm, I like the sound of that,” he hums.

The sound of the front door opening has both of our heads whipping around and stepping apart. An older man walks in. He’s a bit round in the midsection, his hair is gray and thinning on top, and he’s dressed in a nice suit and tie. I’ve seen his face many times growing up and I’m kind of star struck right now as I stare at him.

“Dad, you’re home early,” Nolan says, looking a bit shocked.

Mr. Hammerstein waves a dismissive hand. “I was off my game tonight, decided to just call it quits,” he says then stops abruptly when he sees me.

He blinks before narrowing his eyes at Nolan, taking in his state of undress.

“What’s this?” he asks, eyes darting back and forth between us.

“Uh, Dad, this is Harley Jameson. She’s the one working on my house.”

Okay, not that I expected him to introduce me as his girlfriend or anything, but something other than that would have been nice. I mean, I just sucked the hell out of his dick for crying out loud. Even leaving it at “This is Harley Jameson” would have been better. I step toward him and extend my hand.

“Mr. Hammerstein, it’s nice to meet you, I’m a huge fan of the Bruisers,” I say with as much of a smile as I can muster.

He shakes my hand firmly. “Great,” he says shortly, pretty much brushing me off, before turning back to Nolan.