Hammered (Getting Dirty Series Book 4)

by Tory Baker

  “Peyton, I’ll do whatever I can to keep you smiling. You don’t have to thank me for that, baby.” We drop the conversation after that. Nothing more needs to be said. His presence beside me speaks volumes, so today, I’m going to let go and live in the moment.

  Five

  Chance

  It took a shit ton of grit not to jack off when I left Peyton in the living room, but like I told her, the next time either one of us comes, it’ll be together. So, I thought about sports, baseball, football, hell, even soccer. When that didn’t work, my mind conjured up the numbers my brother is going to need for this beach bungalow project he’s having me work on. That was enough to subside it, although not much, especially when I walked into the living room and saw Peyton’s eyes on me. I had to take a few deep breaths myself instead of doing what I really wanted to do, which was march her sassy ass into my bedroom and fuck her six ways to Sunday. Not that it’s going to get much easier once we’re at the beach and she divests herself of her clothing. There’s nothing that will be able to hide my hard cock. The water will definitely be my best friend, but that puts another thought in my head. An image of Peyton dripping wet in her bikini. I’m fucked, literally and figuratively.

  “Oh my gosh, Chance. This is so perfect.” We picked out a place to sit, something that came with the hotel we’re staying at, not that this place didn’t cost a whack—it did. But it’s guaranteeing me two things, uninterrupted time with Peyton and seeing my brother. Not to mention, it’s a nice tax write-off. Sometimes it pays to work your ass off for your own company. It wasn’t an easy gig. I started working from the bottom at the age of sixteen during the summers. I knew I didn’t want to be the lower man on the totem pole the rest of my life. That’s why when I was old enough and had enough credit, not to mention money socked away, I founded Adams Construction. My parents were in my corner all the way, which didn’t mean they helped fund my business, not at all. No, they were there cheering me on the entire time. We were a working-class family. My mom stayed home with us boys until we were both in school, then she got a job at the school to match our hours and holidays. Dad worked in the mines, working his ass to the bone. They somehow made it work. My brother knew he was made for bigger things and enlisted in the Navy. And me, well, it’s taken me well into my thirties to have a nice slice of life. Not that I don’t work beside my men on most days, and Peyton helps make that happen more times than not. Hell, if it wasn’t for her, I’d be gray-haired and stressed more than I am now.

  “Nah, baby. That’s you.” I squeeze her hand. Peyton places her bag on the lounge area. I’m thankful for the half shade umbrella type setup they have. I don’t want Peyton or myself to burn.

  “You can’t say things like that, not out in public,” she breathes out, her voice loud enough for my ears only.

  “Not sure I can agree with that. You ready to put some sunscreen on and meander on the beach?” Sue me, I’ve heard her talk to her sisters and cousin many times over the past month after I told her about the working vacation we’d be taking. Honestly, she won’t be working that much, and neither will I.

  I’ll probably take an afternoon to see what my brother wants done to his place, go over there, have Peyton with me just to nail down the budget and what we can get him at cost. I’d like to say I could oversee this project, work on it with my own two hands, but that won’t be happening. Not unless work gets busier and I open up shop down here. It might be something to think about. That would also mean being away from Peyton, unless there’s another way. I’ll definitely have to think about that.

  “Yes, do you mind doing my back?” Christ, Peyton is really trying to kill me. Even though I offered to put sunscreen on her, once my hands glide over her smooth skin, there’s no telling how long I’ll be able to resist taking her back to our hotel room and have my lips following the same path as my hands.

  I grit my teeth, move my body behind hers, and grab the lotion without saying a word. When she grinds her ass on my thickening cock, I know I’m done for.

  “Fuck, Peyton.” I drop the lotion as my hands grip her hips, slowing her down.

  “What?” she throws over her shoulder, a mischievous grin playing on her face, though she doesn’t stop either. Instead, she wraps her arms around my neck her back to my front, causing her breasts to lift up. Her head is in the crook of my neck, and her lips find the underside of my jaw.

  “You know exactly what you’re doing, baby, don’t you.” I give her access to what she wants, her lips on the column of my throat. Thanking my lucky stars that this area has a closed-off area so not everyone can see me wanting her on my cock.

  “Maybe, but can you blame me?”

  “Not at all, but you asked for the sun and sand. So, that’s what you’re going to get. Now, stop grinding on my cock, woman.” Peyton turns back around. My arms wrap around her middle, squeezing her to me one more time before I torture myself again.

  She hands me the tube of sunscreen, and I get to work, reluctantly, but just the same, there’s no way I want her burnt, not when I finally get to have my hands on her later tonight.

  “Your hands feel so good, right there.” Her head tips forward.

  “Christ, we’re not going to make it to the beach today, baby.” I massage her neck to hear those soft purrs of hers.

  “Sure, we will. I’ll make it up to you, even if I do have to stand in front of you the entire time we’re around other people.” She grabs the tube and does a quick and thorough job of slathering it on her front. Then Peyton is standing up, her hand reaching for mine.

  “You better stay in front of me, or I might get the cops called on me.” I stand up, take her offered hand, and pull her back towards me because there is no way I can get my cock to calm down with Peyton showing off so much skin.

  Even with Kelson Beach experiencing a heat wave, I’m not sure the temperature in the water isn’t freezing. I’m all for a cool-down, but not at the expense of my cock.

  “Don’t you worry about that. I don’t want anyone to see what Chance Adams is packing. That’s all mine.” This is a complete one-eighty, and I am here for it.

  Six

  Peyton

  Our afternoon at the beach was fun, even if it consisted of it taking my body to cover Chance’s until he got his cock to calm down. And believe me, after feeling it against my body multiple times today, then seeing it straining his board shorts, I am certain Chance is well-endowed in length and thickness.

  I am one lucky girl, that’s for sure. Now, we’re back in the hotel, and he’s the one dragging me towards his room.

  “Chance, I really need a shower. No offense, but sleeping in a bed riddled with sand will be no fun for us,” I tell him while laughing the entire time.

  “Nope, that’s why you’re taking a shower with me.” I probably forgave him entirely too fast, especially after just telling him he’ll have to deal with my insecurities, but in the here and now with nothing between us, I can’t resist him.

  “Oh, am I really?” Chance is turning the water on. I already knew where this was going, which is why I’m slowly divesting myself of the coverup he basically told me to wear, damn alpha male.

  “Hell yes, you are. I need you naked with me. My body sliding against yours.” I arch my eyebrow at him.

  “I’m not asking for sex, Peyton. Not yet at least. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to wrench every orgasm I can out of you.” His words cause my thighs to clench together, and now that I’m standing in front of Chance in my bathing suit, my hand is at the clasp behind my back, having already pulled the strings at the nape of my neck.

  “I never said it was off the table.” My words shock him. He prowls towards me. I let him crowd my space, without backing up this time. I want him to know I want him more than anything.

  “That’s well and fine, baby. But we’re taking this however it goes. I want you to know more than anything just how much you mean to me, and I’m not taking you for granted. Not ever again.” Chance’s l
ips meet mine, his tongue lapping at the seam of mine until I open for him. That’s when I feel his hands circle my back. My top falls to the floor, and I feel his hands cup my breasts, his calloused palms on my smooth skin, his thumbs teasing my nipples.

  “Okay,” I moan out my response. I’m dying to feel his mouth on my breasts.

  “Good, now that we have that settled, let’s take a shower. I’m thinking room service and relaxing. How does that sound?” Chance is still teasing me, and it makes me want to stomp my feet in a temper tantrum.

  “I don’t really care, but if you don’t do something soon, I’m going to take matters into my own hand,” I breathe against his mouth. Chance pulls away from my lips and groans. “Is that right? We’ll see about that.” His head dips, his tongue skating a path from the column of my throat down the slope of my breast. The way Chance uses his fingers to manipulate my other nipple has his name on the tip of my tongue.

  My hands delve deep into his hair, holding on to it, while his tongue finally circles my areola before he sucks the bud into his mouth.

  “Oh God, Chance.” The pulling sensation as he sucks on my nipple causes me to clench my legs together.

  “Yeah, I know what you need, Peyton, but it’s not happening again until you’re completely bare for me.” This man has been nothing but a tease today, and I’m so over it. It’s going to be my turn to tease him, and I know just what I’m going to do.

  Chance backs away. I push my bottoms off, completely bare to him now, then I leave him where he stands, letting him stew while I walk past him. This place came with some amazing perks. One of them is the bathrooms. A full glass enclosure, oversized, and the water beating down on my body is almost orgasm inducing as it rains on my skin. I slick my hair back, removing it from my eyes, wanting to see Chance take off his clothes. Earlier today, seeing him in just a pair of board shorts, the light smattering of hair on his chest, the happy trail that I can’t wait to see what it leads to, the tightening of his abs as I look over him, keeps me wanting him more and more.

  I watch as his shorts fall to the floor, my gaze immediately going from his legs, strong and muscular, that lead to his thighs, to his cock that is now out in the open. I lick my lips. If I don’t, I’m afraid of the drool that will dribble down my chin. It’s long and thick, a small thatch of hair above his hard cock, and I kid you not, I probably won’t be able to wrap my fist around his girth.

  “Holy shit,” I say as I finally move my eyes back up to his face. Chance has a cocky grin playing on his face.

  “Don’t even say a word.” I hold my hand up. Chance already has something playing on the tip of his tongue, as if he wants to say something, and I know exactly how to shut him up as he enters the shower, every movement causing my eyes to go straight to his thick length. As soon as he’s in front of me, I drop to my knees, my hand fisting his cock.

  “Fuck yeah.” Chance moves my hair that’s fallen around my face again. He’s holding it like a ponytail as my tongue traces the underside, gliding along his vein until I reach the head of his cock.

  “You like that?” I question, pulling off his cock.

  “You know I do.” Chance’s jaw is clenched, the muscles in his abdomen tightening.

  “Like this?” If shit didn’t go the way it did before, he would know one amazing attribute that the girls and I figured out when we were experimenting on popsicles when we were younger, let’s just say he’s going to be one happy man.

  “Peyton.” The grumbling comes out of him when I take his length all the way down. My throat convulses around his tip, my own moans amplifying Chance’s and how he’s thrusting his hips, helping me along the way.

  “Enough.” Chance rips me off his length. I’m at a loss for words. I was really enjoying tasting him and giving him pleasure.

  “Did I do something wrong?” I ask.

  “Not at all. I have other things in mind,” is all he says. I look up at him, waiting to see what he is going to do next. One thing is for sure, everything we do together only solidifies what the girls told me all along. Take a chance on Chance. So that’s what I’ll do.

  Seven

  Chance

  Damn, this woman, it sounds cliché, but Peyton is mine, my match, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. Having her like I have already knowing she loves everything I do to her body, I’m the exact same fucking way.

  “Stay just like that. There’s something I’ve been fantasizing about doing for months.” I fist my cock, not stroking it though. If I did that, I’d shoot my wad all over those luscious tits of hers. Instead, I have something else in mind.

  “And what could that be? I mean, if you’ve been having thoughts about this for months, I imagine you have quite the spank bank full of material.” Her smile is full and bright.

  “Oh, you have no idea. Don’t think we won’t be working our way through yours.” I nod to her tits. Peyton gets the hint. Her hands cup the undersides, bringing them up, as I move my body closer to hers.

  “You’ll probably hate mine, what with the display you put on earlier with me over a swimsuit coverup.” She rolls her eyes.

  “Oh, you’re going to tell me all about it.” I crouch down, placing my cock between her breasts. As soon as she realizes what I’m after, Peyton tightens her hold, causing a delicious friction, my hips moving slow, to our own rhythm.

  “I will, but first I’m going to do this.” Her mouth engulfs the head of my cock. I was already on the edge when I pulled my length away from her before.

  “Jesus, woman. Are you trying to kill me?” I question, not really expecting her to answer.

  It’s not going to take me long. The tightness of her tits is surrounding my cock, her mouth sucking every inch she can take.

  “Fuck,” I groan. Peyton moves her mouth off of me. My body locks up. I know what’s coming and hate like hell we aren’t coming together, but I can’t hold back. Not this time.

  Peyton takes a gulp full of air, then returns to my cock.

  “I’m about to come, baby. If you don’t want to swallow, back up,” I groan, my balls tightening up, the tingling sensation in my body telling me it won’t be but a few more thrusts and I’ll be coming deep in Peyton’s mouth if she doesn’t.

  When she hums, doubles her effort, I’m set off. My body freezes, coming, and I watch as my woman swallows it down.

  “Fuck, I don’t deserve you,” I say when Peyton pulls her mouth off me, letting go of her breasts, and cleaning up a smear of cum from her chin. She doesn’t say anything. I watch as she cleans it up with the tip of her finger, then licks it off with her tongue. And, once again, I’m hard as a rock, but there’s no way she’s not coming.

  “Chance.” She’s on her knees still. Fuck, I’m a dick. I’m sure she’s hurting.

  “Sorry about that. I got ahead of myself.” I pull her up, my hands wrapping around her body. I need her in my arms, enveloped by my body.

  “Hop on, sweetheart,” I tell her.

  “No need for an apology. That was fun.” I press her back against the shower wall, desperately wanting to sink deep inside her. There’s no way I’m doing that just yet. Instead, I kiss her, deeply, so thoroughly it has Peyton arching against me. Her wet pussy slides along my cock. This time will be for her though, not me.

  I let go of her legs, making sure she’s standing before my lips leave hers, moving my way down her body, stopping along the way to lick, nip, and suck on her skin. I make sure not to leave her breasts out of the equation. My woman could probably come from me sucking on them alone.

  “Chance,” Peyton moans once I’m on my knees, my eyes feasting on her bare pussy.

  “I’ve felt this, never got to see this, but I’m here to tell you, Peyton, it’s going to be hard for me not to have you morning, noon, and night.” The tip of my tongue gets the smallest taste of her essence. A moan rumbles from deep inside my soul.

  My eyes watch her when I hook her leg over my shoulder, opening up the petals of her pussy
as I do so.

  “I’m not sure you can live between my legs, but if that’s an option, I think we should at least try it out,” she smarts back. My thumb glides from her clit before sliding inside her. When Peyton rocks her hips up, that’s when I take the reins again. My mouth engulfs her center after I move my thumb out of the way, carrying it to that entrance, not quite entering it, but applying pressure back there while I use my tongue to thrust inside her. Her muscles clamp down on my tongue as she rides my face. It brings up another fantasy I’ve had of Peyton. Her riding my face, me gripping her ass as she grinds down on top of me, my finger penetrating her ass, getting her prepared to take my cock in that forbidden entrance.

  “I’m coming,” Peyton purrs, as if I didn’t know that already. I may have only wrung out a couple of orgasms from her, but I’ve figured out just what her body does when she’s about to come.

  “Come for me,” I demand against her cunt, the water still beating down around us. Thank God for hotel rooms and hot water.

  “Chance.” I push my finger into her back entrance, slightly. Nipping at her clit. And that’s when Peyton is tipped over the edge.

  “Fuck, you taste indescribable,” I tell her, slowly licking her to bring her down.

  “Yeah, it’s kind of how I felt when I tasted you.” Peyton slumps down in my lap, her lips searching mine. She doesn’t give two shits that she’s tasting herself on them.

  Her soft purrs against my lips settle deep in my soul. I don’t ever want to let her leave my arms. When we pull away from our kiss, we clean up and make our way into the bedroom. Tonight, my only goal is to feed my woman, curl my body around her, and sleep. Maybe that will finally come now that things with Peyton are going better than I ever expected.