As Hammer rode, the thoughts of Lily made him feel itchy and on edge. He liked her sass and the fact that even though the drunken bastard at the park was a lot bigger than her, and she was off balance, she stood her ground to try to take him down. He’d knocked her down, but she bounced right back up and was in the fray again only moments later. That showed grit. She was no girly girl, despite the way she looked, and he liked that.

 

He also appreciated the fact she didn’t play games. Once she’d decided she wanted him, she didn’t play coy or hard to get. He had no doubt had she wanted him.

 

He was looking forward to seeing if her fire and determination carried over into the bedroom.

 

He led her home, working his bike through traffic while keeping an eye on Lily in the rearview. Her car was slower than his bike, and need larger holes for carving the traffic. Plus he didn’t want to get too far ahead. He might enjoy having her put him in cuffs but not for speeding. She stayed with him, and he could hear the turbo overboost valve popping and whistling on her car. She wasn’t afraid to drive the shit out of it and clearly knew how to handle the vehicle. Not surprising, he supposed, since she was a cop, but it was another tick in the plus column.

 

Twenty minutes after leaving Sally’s, he rolled to a stop in his drive and went through the ritual of opening the garage and putting his bike away. By the time he was dismounting in the garage, Lily was standing beside him.

 

Out of uniform and without her ballistic vest on, he was able to appreciate all of her. He’d noticed her pretty face at the concert, but without the body armor, she had one hell of a body to match. At around five-eight, she had a slim, athletic build and she moved with grace and power, like a jungle cat. In the better light of his well-lit garage, he could tell she was a sandy blonde, her hair still pulled back in a ponytail, like when he’d first seen her, with her large hazel eyes. A smile broke out on her face when their eyes met.

 

He continued to admire the way she looked in her tight black jeans, black buckled boots, white scoop-neck blouse that allowed just a hint of cleavage, and her obviously well-loved leather jacket.

 

“You know you were speeding, right?” she asked as he stepped off the bike, a mischievous grin on her lips.

 

“Are you going to arrest me?”

 

“Depends. Are there any extenuating circumstances I should know about?”

 

“There’s going to be an angel at my house, and I don’t want to miss her,” he said as he opened the door and stepped into the kitchen, making sure to not look for her reaction to his quip.

 

He went to the fridge and pulled out two beers, twisting off both lids before handing one to her.

 

“To angels,” he said as he clinked his bottle gently against hers.

 

She grinned. Hammer’s slight smile told her he was teasing her, but she was enjoying the banter with him. She took a pull on the bottle and glanced around.

 

Hammer’s house was older, probably built in the sixties or seventies, but it was nicely finished inside and out. From what she could see, it was an interesting mix of old and new, with hardwood floors and contemporary colors, mixed with the seventies style massive brick fireplace and the typical bar with overhead cabinet separating the kitchen from the living room. The kitchen had modern solid surface counter tops and stainless steel appliances, but the built-in oven screamed vintage kitchen.

 

“Want to sit down?” he asked.

 

She smiled and took another pull on her beer then sat it aside. “No,” she said as she stepped in close.

 

Lily melted into his arms as Hammer placed his own, barely touched, beer on the counter. She tipped her face up, and he claimed her lips again, kissing her more thorough than last time.

 

He pulled back from the kiss and smiled. He held her gaze for a moment, then took her hand and tugged her gently, encouraging her to follow. He led her to his bedroom. The room was dominated by a large bed and honey-colored wood furniture with soft, rounded edges.

 

The first thing she noticed was the mirrored wall formed by the sliding doors to the closet; the mirrors less than four feet from the side of the bed. The room was decorated with bold, earthy tones, and artwork that was both tasteful and erotic, the swirls of colors tricking the eye into seeing images of lovers. The prints and mirrors made the room sexually charged, and she flashed hot at the thought of watching themselves fuck in the mirror.

 

He pulled her to a stop then slipped her jacket off her shoulders and tossed it across the back of the chair in the corner, smiling as she unclipped her sidearm and tossed it onto the chair as well. He took her lips again and massaged her breasts through her blouse, delighting in her soft moans and gasps.

 

She pulled back from the kiss with a breathy sigh. He kissed down her jawline, and quickly undid her bra, sliding it down her arms. She gasped again, before pulling his lips back to hers.

 

Her kiss was torrid, her tongue darting and probing as her hands went to his belt, jerking and tugging as she opened his pants and reached inside and took his engorged cock in her hand. She began to stroke him with slow caresses as the kiss became more heated and he wrapped his fingers in her hair to hold her into the kiss. She forced her way out with a gasp, released him, and pulled her blouse over her head and threw it carelessly away.

 

Lily paused to watch Hammer undress. He was a fucking god! He looked like a gymnast—cut and ripped to perfection without the bulk of a body builder. He was by far the most gorgeous man she’d seen outside of a magazine. Not only was he stunning to look at, but he was also the largest man she’d ever been with, while not being porn star, scary huge. In short, he was perfect, and if he could fuck half as well as he looked, she was certain this would be a night she would never forget.

 

He finished undressing and climbed onto the bed, watching as Lily slithered out of her pants. She was achingly beautiful with her blonde hair, huge hazel eyes, and a body that made his cock throb in anticipation. While her rack wasn’t as big as some women he’d fucked, her breasts were natural, firm, and having fondled them already, he knew they were a delight to hold. Her legs and ass, however, had no equal. She was obviously a runner—it showed in her sculpted legs and tight behind—and his cock began to weep in anticipation again of the delights she could give him.

 

She joined him on the bed, and he pulled her down onto him and into a kiss that made her tingle. The feel of his hard body under hers as he gently kneaded her ass was like pouring gasoline onto her already roaring fire. She was ablaze with desire, wanting him more than any other man she’d ever had. She broke away and began to kiss her way down his body, wanting to please him, her passions propelling her onward. If this was going to be a one-night stand, then she was going to make it a night whose memory would keep her warm for a long time to come.

 

He took a deep breath as she paused, sucking on one of his nipples before kissing across his chest to treat the other to the same sweet torture. She was winding him up like few other women ever had. Her lips left his chest, and she began kissing down his body, pausing to smile at him before she licked his throbbing cock then swallowed him.

 

He cried out as she took him deep, his bark of pleasure making her pussy clench in need. He growled as he placed his hands on the back of her head, hissing and moaning as he gently pushed her head down while simultaneously flexing his hips up. He was already as deep as he could go, but his desire was turning her on even more. With a feral growl, he twisted and grabbed her by the leg, spun her around, and lifted her over his shoulders. He handled her as if she weighed no more than a bag of feathers and clamped her pussy to his face with his strong, muscular arms.

 

As soon as he began to lick, Lily moaned around his cock, pumping her pussy against his face. They were in a duel—a duel of pleasure.

 

She could feel her orgasm coming, and coming hard. She’d worked herself into such a state on the drive to Hammer’s house she was on a hair trigger. She was multi-orgasmic, but she didn’t want to go off like a bottle rocket with his first touch. She clamped down, pushing against her rising rapture, but she might have as well been trying to hold back the ocean’s tide. She pulled his cock from her mouth and held it against her cheek as she tried to ride out her pleasure. Her breathing stopped as every muscle in her body twisted her tight until her breath exploded from her in a gasp.

 

He felt her relax with an explosive exhale, gasp, then hard exhale again. No screaming how good it was or how hard she was coming—none of the fake histrionics some women performed because they thought he wanted to hear it. Lily, with her simple stiffening then sudden breath as she relaxed, was far sexier than any amount of shouting ever could be. He smiled as she slowly pulled herself away from his lips and he wanted to watch her face coil in beautiful anguish the next time she orgasmed.

 

She’d come so hard she felt like a boneless blob as she turned in the bed and took his lips in a long, deep, kiss—a kiss he seemed content to return until she had her fill. Buzz might be good, but Hammer was fucking fantastic! God, how she wanted him inside of her. She pulled back from him and smiled. He’d taken the edge off, and now she was going to fuck him until she couldn’t come anymore. She often came twice, sometimes three times, but tonight she was going to go for a personal best of four. She hoped he could last long enough to get her there.

 

He grinned as she pulled the condom from his fingers and covered his manhood, cooing and purring as she did. His sword sheathed, she swung a leg over and steered him into her, settling slowly as he stretched her so fucking good. She waited a moment until she adjusted to him, and then smiled.

 

He grinned at her, trying to play it cool, but goddamn did she feel good. She was so fucking tight it was going to be a real challenge to not come. He reached up, grabbed her by the head and pulled her down until her lips were only millimeters from his.

 

“How loud do you want to get?” he breathed before he pulled her lips to his and kissed her.

 

He began to move as his lips consumed hers, and she nearly swooned with pleasure. She wasn’t a loud fuck. She could fake it until her orgasm took her breath and stole her voice, but feeling Hammer churning her butter as they kissed, he might be able to make her scream for real.

 

He released her from the kiss, and she rose, placing her hands on his chest as they moved together. He wanted to close his eyes and go to that place in his mind when he didn’t want to come, but he couldn’t stop looking at her. The soft smile of pleasure on her lips, the swing of her breasts, her soft gasps and moans as she rode him, all conspired to set him on edge. He could feel his orgasm rising, and he growled as he battled against his pleasure. He debated tossing her off his cock and changing positions, using the pause to give him a chance to recover, but her face was beginning to twist in pleasure, and he decided he would try to tough it out, not wanting to miss the chance to watch her as she climaxed.

 

Lily could feel her second rapture growing, forming, and pressing against her. Their slow and easy fucking was making her burn, her skin hot as if she were lying in the desert sun. She began to ride him harder, and she gasped as Hammer matched her rhythm, then after a moment, began to thrust harder still, then harder still, his hands going to her breasts to gently pinch and caress the nipples. She couldn’t match his rhythm; she rocked forward to let him push her over the edge.

 

He was in a race to finish her before he lost his control; he pulled her farther up onto her knees, to give himself room to move, then he began to pound into her hard and fast. It took only moments but watching her face contort into erotic pain as she clamped down on his fast plunging cock was his undoing. He grunted in a soft growl of pleasure as his climax swiftly overwhelmed him. He lunged into her, hard and deep, before pulling back and slamming into her again, then a third time until his orgasm washed out of him.

 

“Fuck…” he breathed as he relaxed.

 

“Did you come?” she whispered as she nestled into him with a sigh.

 

“Yeah. Sorry, baby, but I couldn’t hold it.”

 

“It’s okay,” she sighed as she took his lips again. She’d had two hard orgasms, and while she would have liked to try for more, she was still very satisfied.

 

They kissed a moment, his cock still inside of her, before he rolled her over, moving with her, and then slid into her again.

 

“You want to go again?” she asked. She’d thought he was done.

 

“If you want,” he murmured as he kissed and nuzzled, his hips rising and falling as he plumbed her depths. “Do you want me to stop?”

 

“No,” she whispered in return then smiled. Having him come, and then almost immediately want to fuck her again? That was hot as shit!

 

He wrapped her up as he drove into her with slow, deep, plunges, his lips dancing on her neck and shoulder. She turned her imagination loose, wondering how many times he could come before he couldn’t keep it up anymore, then imagined them fucking for hours as he struggled to fully satisfy her. She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him savagely, delighting that he took the hint and returned the kiss in kind as he began to pound into her harder and faster.

 

“That’s it… that’s it… just like that. Keep fucking me just like that,” Lily panted as Hammer slammed into her. He’d been pounding the shit out of her for what felt like hours, and that elusive third orgasm was right there. She strained for it, reaching for her rapture. It inched closer, and she grabbed at it, missed, and then grabbed at it again.

 

“Fuck… you’re going to make me come again!” Hammer snarled.

 

“No! Don’t stop!” she begged, knowing if he did she would lose her climax. “I’m going to come! Make me come again!” she whimpered as she turned her head to the side and watched them fuck in the mirror.

 

He growled. Having Lily wrap him up and beg him for more, always more, was peeling away his control. She was so damn sexy; her soft, quiet begging for him to fuck her was getting to him.

 

“Fuck!” he snarled, trying to go to a place in his head and tamp down on his rising orgasm, but tonight it was closed.

 

She watched him fuck her in the mirrored wall, her arms around his neck, her legs drawn back and squeezing him tight as he nuzzled her neck and shoulder. He began to pound into her with frantic energy, his embrace tightening down as he growled long, low, and deep in erotic distress. Knowing he was fighting his orgasm pushed her over the edge. Her breath froze in her chest as she battled through her pleasure, her rapture stealing control of her body. She clung to him, her muscles taut, and her fingers biting into his back as she waited for her climax to end. Her last orgasm was always her best. While rarely as hard as the ones that preceded it, it always left her with a feeling of profound satisfaction and peace, almost as if it wrung all the troubles out of her life and left her feeling renewed and refreshed. Buzz was good, but it took a real lover to take her to this level.

 

Hammer heard her gasp, and again she clamped down on his cock while at the same tightened her grip around his neck and squeezed his sides with her legs. He splashed into his condom for a second time, thrusting in deep and holding himself there as he emptied himself as he quivered, grinding his teeth so he wouldn’t roar his completion to the world.

 

They held each other, caught in the grip of their bliss, until they relaxed with a soft exhalation, their soft pants falling into sync. He kissed her slower, deeper, and then pulled out before he began to go soft. He flopped onto his back with a sigh before he glanced at the clock. He wasn’t sure what time they started, but it was nearly ten, so they’d been at it a while.

 

She snuggled into his arms. “Thank you for inviting me to dinner. And the beer… and dessert.”

 

He smiled into the dimness of the room. “It was my pleasure, I assure you.”

 

She smiled too and felt sleep tugging at her. That wouldn’t do, so she rose up and kissed him. “I have to go.”

 

“Go?”

 

“Yeah. I have work in the morning,” she said as she rolled out of bed.

 

He sat up and watched her get dressed. This was a real switch. Normally it was him who was leaving or kicking the chick out, but he realized it was probably for the best. Getting involved with a cop was messy and would cause complications.

 

She stepped around to his side of the bed and pecked him on the lips. “It was great, you were great… and thank you for not making this ugly.” She gave him another quick kiss then slipped out of the room, pausing to give him a smile before she disappeared.

 

Hammer remained on the bed until he heard the front door open and shut, then snorted, and got up.