Page 110 of Ten Hammers

“What if someone walks in?” he rasps. The line of his cock is long and thick and mouth-watering to look at, even through his jeans.

I groan in frustration. He’s being smart. Sensible. I don’t want a gossip-mill repeat. Not to mention, the gossip created from us getting it on on a pool table together, would be so much worse than dancing with Theo and Leo. I’m reading get out of here lol

But I don’t want to stop now.

“Does the door lock?” I ask, hopefully.

He glances at the door with a rueful expression. “I’m not sure we’re allowed to lock it. Safety reasons.”

Mason is groaning out his frustration, again, like we’re taking turns. He grabs himself, adjusting, as if the fullness of his cock is uncomfortable.

He needs me to set him free.

I squeeze my thighs together, and squeeze my pussy for extra measure, as though that will stop the rush of warmth dampening my panties.

I lick my lips.

He grins. “Fuck me, Cupcake, what are the thoughts in your head making your eyes glow that bright?”

Before I can answer, he’s flicking the lock closed and yanking off his shirt in one movement. He locks eyes on mine again, walking toward me slowly as he unbuttons his jeans.

I can’t stop the grin on my face as he teases, his stupidly gorgeous body rippling like a panther’s as he sheds his clothes down to his tight baby blue boxers.

He reaches me, leaning in for a kiss, but I’m not ready

“All of it,” I tell him.

One brow rises. “Is that fair? You haven’t taken anything off yet.”

I kick off my shoes and smile coyly.

“That is definitely not fair.”

I mirror his raised brow, and teasingly say, “It’s fair, Cupcake.”

He laughs and drops his boxers, kicking them off. His cock bobs as he moves, teasing me back.

My belly twists with need. I scoot backward onto the pool table, stretching my body out like a pinup girl and batting my eyelashes at him.

Come hither, baby.

His panther-muscles flex, and in a swift motion, he swings himself up onto the table. Before I can blink, I’m on my back, legs spread open so he can nestle his body between them. His cock presses into me and he grins mischievously knowing I feel all of him, even through my pants.

“Now don’t you wish you’d gotten yourself naked like me?” he says, hovering over my face, just out of reach of my mouth.

I do. I absolutely definitely do. I grind my hips into him.

He smiles. “I suppose I’ll have to fix that, then.”

“This is your date, after all.” I sound incredibly horny, my voice thick and breathy.

His eyes twinkle as he sits up and reaches for the button of my pants. With a few tugs, my pants are off and on the ground next to his. My panties follow.

He stares at my pussy for a long minute, his hand going back to rub the head of his cock. It’s like my pussy is a hypnotist’s watch the way the Hammer brothers stare at it. Mason is completely mesmerized, his mouth parted, his eyes glazing over.

He touches me, his thumb skimming over my clit, sliding through my folds, and the sounds he makes is like an animal. He licks my juices off his skin, and his eyes are dark.

“I want so badly to tell you what you do to me. To tell you how much I love the taste of you. Winnie.” He says my name like he’s desperate, his voice snagging on his emotion, and my heart catches.

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