Didn’t take a genius to figure out why she was moving around like that. Or why her nipples were pressing in stiff little points against the material of her top.
It was definitely time to take this up a notch.
CHAPTER NINE
Summer
TIGER WAS STANDING so close I could barely breathe. He was so tall and his shoulders were so wide; he was like a wall right in front of me. A wall made of hard muscle and covered with tanned skin and ink, with a layer of cotton and leather thrown over it.
And he was touching me. He had the tip of his finger inside the neckline of my top and was slowly stroking me back and forth. It felt like he was painting me with flame, leaving scorch marks all over my skin.
Not that I could look down to check, not with the way he was watching me. So carefully and intently, as if he was fascinated by what he saw in my face.
I’d never had someone look at me like that before. It made my heartbeat do that thumping thing again, and made my skin too hot and too tight. I felt like I wanted to rip it right off or climb right out of it.
I shouldn’t have told him all that stuff about how long I’d wanted him, not straight out like that, but I hadn’t been able to stop myself. He’d asked me if I was afraid and I didn’t want him to think that I was, but the truth had slipped out all the same. Along with my pathetic confession.
I’d had no idea how he would take it, but I really hadn’t expected the look of satisfaction that had gleamed in his eyes. As if he’d liked the idea of me lusting after him, and liked it a lot.
I hadn’t expected him to ask me whether I trusted him either, and I was even more surprised when I found myself nodding almost instantly. But then maybe it wasn’t such a surprise. Tiger had never hurt me, never manipulated me. Sure, he’d teased me but it had never been malicious or cruel. And it had only made me feel irritated, not hurt.
So, yeah, I trusted him, and the fact that he’d even asked me had eased my nervousness somewhat, but now, with that finger tracing patterns on me, it was all flooding back again full force.
I hadn’t been expecting for him to get straight to the sex part of the evening. I’d thought we might talk for a bit or watch TV or have a drink or something first. And I wouldn’t have minded looking around his apartment, because the minute we’d ridden inside, I’d known it wasn’t like any other apartment I’d ever seen before and I was curious.
But then he’d caged me against his bike and had taken my hoodie off and right then and there, I knew he wasn’t going to wait.
Perhaps I should have been flattered with his impatience. Then again, it wasn’t really me he wanted, was it? It was what I’d promised him. The sex.
Something that felt an awful lot like disappointment shifted inside me, but I didn’t give it any time to sit there. Of course this wasn’t about me; it never had been. So I should just enjoy what was happening and the fact that after so many years, I was finally going to get what I wanted. Him.
If I didn’t completely freak the hell out first.
He tugged my top again, his amber gaze gleaming as it dropped to where the fabric stretched over my breasts. ‘Hmm. I think I see something that wants to be touched.’
I glanced down, too, wanting to see what he was talking about, and then, with a jolt, understood. My nipples were hard and were pressing very obviously against the thin material.
Full of embarrassment, I raised my hands to cover myself, but he grabbed my wrists and held them down at my sides. ‘No, don’t do that. Just keep them there, okay?’
I gave a shaky nod, because I’d told him I trusted him and I did.
Releasing my wrists, he hooked the fingers of both hands into the stretchy fabric of my top and began to ease it down my upper arms. Though it had sleeves, the neckline was supposed to leave my shoulders bare, but now Tiger was pulling it down further so it stretched tight across my chest, binding my arms to my sides. And he didn’t stop, pulling the fabric down so that it slid over my acutely sensitive nipples and off, baring my breasts completely.
I hadn’t put a bra on underneath it, because the girls that usually went to the clubhouse didn’t wear them either, but I’d forgotten that fact since I’d had the hoodie on over the top. But I was acutely aware of it now, a sharp, ragged breath escaping me as cool air washed over my heated skin.
The instinct to cover myself was almost overwhelming, but the way he’d pulled my top down made it impossible for me to lift my arms.
‘Well, look at you,’ Tiger breathed, his eyes deep gold as he stared down at my naked breasts. ‘Absolutely fucking perfect tits.’ He lifted his hands, cupping me, his big warm palms on my aching flesh making me shudder.
His gaze came to mine again, watching me as his thumbs moved to slowly circle my throbbing nipples. He knew what he was doing to me, no question, not that there was any way for me to hide it. Not when his touch drew a gasp from my throat and sent a hot jolt of electricity straight between my thighs. He circled his thumbs again and again, then brushed them right over the hard tips of my breasts, studying me the whole time like the predator he was.
I shuddered, my brain slowly shutting down as a hot, molten feeling grew between my thighs. ‘Tiger,’ I said shakily, feeling suddenly unsure about what was happening.
No one had touched me like this before and his fingers on my skin were like flames. It made me afraid that I’d been right all along. That I wasn’t going to be able to handle him. I was so inexperienced and this was so new and I...and I...
‘Hey.’ His voice somehow caught my flailing attention, calling it back. ‘Look at me.’
An arm slid around my waist, easing me close so my body was pressed right up against the hard, hot length of his. I hadn’t realised until that moment how weak my knees had got until I found myself leaning against him, as if I needed him to hold me up.
My bare breasts grazed his chest, the cotton of his T-shirt rubbing against my nipples, drawing yet another shudder from me and making my breath catch.
He held me tight, his free hand catching my chin and tilting my face up so I was looking right into his eyes. ‘Remember. This is all supposed to feel good, okay?’
He was so hot and hard. Solid and muscular. Reassuring and protective. I felt as if I could lean all my weight on him and he wouldn’t let go or drop me. He’d let me lean against him forever, holding me tightly so I wouldn’t fall.
‘I know,’ I managed to get out. ‘And it does. But I’ve never done this before and it’s so new. I...I don’t know what to do with myself.’
That beautiful, sexy, delicious mouth curved in a smile that took the rest of my breath away. ‘You don’t have to do anything with yourself. All you have to do is relax and let me do the rest. You can do that, can’t you?’ There it was again, that look in his eyes, that challenge. The dare that made me want to put back my shoulders and show him that of course I could do it. I could take whatever he threw at me and then some.
‘You want me, though?’ The words came out before I could think better of them. ‘I mean me. Not one of the club girls, right?’
He frowned, searching my face, his eyes full of amber heat. ‘I told you I was a dirty guy, and I meant it. Nothing I like better than a full-on fucking orgy. But did you see me stop in the hallway in the clubhouse? Did you see me even look?’
I shook my head slowly, remembering that he hadn’t.
‘No, because I didn’t.’ He let go of my chin and grabbed one of my hands, drawing my palm directly over the hard, thick ridge behind his zipper. ‘This is for you. This is all for you. Understand me?’
I caught my breath, feeling the length and breadth of him beneath my palm. So hard and getting even harder. I was doing this to him, wasn’t I? This was me.
As if that reassurance was exactly what I needed to hear, the uncertainty inside me began to recede, leaving behind it a kind of wonder. At my
self and my own power. A power I hadn’t ever explored before or even realised I had.
If I could do this to him, what else could I do?
But Tiger didn’t give me any time to think about it. He picked me up as though I weighed absolutely nothing at all and turned, carrying me over to the battered leather couch in the living area and setting me down on it.
I tried to raise my arms again, but my top was holding them tightly to my sides and I couldn’t move. He didn’t seem to think this was a problem and took no notice of my wriggles to try to free them. Instead he eased me back into the corner of the couch, between the arm and the back of it, positioning me so my legs were stretched along the cushions and he was kneeling astride them. Then he put his hands on my thighs and pushed the stupid denim mini right up to my waist.
I tensed, shivering, because now he was looking down right between my thighs, and the expression on his face had got even more intense. ‘Hmm. What do we have here?’ He reached out and brushed his fingers lightly over the front of my panties, making me jerk and gasp as if he’d electrocuted me. ‘White cotton. Very pretty. Very innocent.’ His fingers moved again, tracing the outline of my sex through the fabric as he lifted his hot gaze to mine. ‘And very, very wet.’
My face felt like it was going to burst into flames for the millionth time that night, heat like the backdraft from some massive fire washing over me. I wanted to bend my knees, hide myself somehow, but the way he was kneeling meant I couldn’t, and with my arms bound to my sides, I couldn’t even push my skirt down.
Except I was supposed to be dealing with the challenge of him, right? Not getting shivery and scared the way I had back in the clubhouse.
So I made myself stare back, ignoring how vulnerable I felt with my top bunched under my bare breasts and my skirt pushed up around my waist.
He grinned and I thought I saw approval in his eyes, which made a hot glow start up in my chest. But then he stroked me again, and the hot glow turned into short sharp spikes of pleasure.
‘I know,’ he said lazily, sliding the tip of his finger under the cotton of my panties an inch, teasing me. ‘You don’t like having your top pulled down like that, do you? Well, sorry, baby, but I don’t want you touching me just yet. And I don’t want you covering yourself either.’ He stroked along the edge of the cotton, over the incredibly sensitive skin at the crease of my thigh. ‘I want to play with you without your hands in getting in the way.’
I shook as that teasing finger stroked over the front of my panties yet again. ‘But I—’
‘Quiet,’ he ordered, glancing down between my thighs again. ‘I want to get a look at this little pussy.’ He leaned over me, one hand braced on the couch cushions beside my hip while with the other he pulled aside cotton, baring me.
I squirmed, uncomfortable with the intent way he was studying me and with the way I was exposed, bound and helpless. But he ignored me, smoothing his fingers over the slick flesh of my sex instead. ‘Nice.’ His voice was warm with approval as I stiffened in response, gasping as another hard spike of pleasure jolted the length of my spine. ‘Pretty curls and so pink. So wet.’ His fingers slid over me again, tearing a groan from my throat. ‘Is that all for me, baby girl? Are you all wet for me?’
I could barely hear him. His fingers had found my clit and he was circling it, his strokes slow and firm, the pleasure making my head tip back against the arm of the couch and my eyes close tightly.
Ohmigod. So good.
‘I’m looking for an answer. Come on, tell me.’
‘Y-yes,’ I gasped. ‘It’s all...for you.’
‘Yeah, it’s all fucking mine, isn’t it?’ He gave my clit a flick and I almost sobbed at the intensity of the pleasure that lanced through me. ‘Just the way I like it.’
My nails were digging into my palms and I couldn’t keep still, my hips shifting restlessly as that finger resumed circling again and again. I was desperate to spread my legs but he had his knees on either side of mine so I couldn’t, and that hint of restraint somehow made everything ten thousand times hotter and me ten thousand times more impatient.
‘Tiger,’ I groaned. ‘Please...move. I want to...’
‘Not yet.’ He brought his knees together, holding my thighs even more tightly closed, and then he put both hands down on either side of my hips, bending down low over me. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my wet flesh and my brain seemed to freeze.
God, was he really going to...?
Then I felt it, his tongue on me as he gave me a long slow lick straight up the centre of my pussy.
I went rigid, pleasure exploding the length of my body, a choked cry escaping me. Tiger only made a low, rumbling satisfied sound. ‘Fuck, you taste good.’ Then he licked me again. And again.
I shuddered, writhing beneath him, my awareness narrowing down to the lash of his tongue between my legs and the almost unbearable pleasure that came along with it. And it only got worse as he wrapped his arms around my hips, holding on to me and burying his face between my thighs.
I gave a hoarse scream, even more desperate to move, to spread my legs so his tongue could get to the place where I needed more pressure, more friction, more...something. But he was holding them closed and even though the way he was licking me was pushing me nearer and nearer to orgasm, it wasn’t quite enough to push me over completely.
I sobbed in frustration, my hips shifting as he toyed with me, as he licked me, as he used his fingers on me. And it was only when I was begging, babbling and incoherent, that he concentrated his tongue on my clit, a relentless pressure that eventually pushed me over the edge, making pleasure explode like a bomb inside me, my screams so loud that the room echoed with them.
Afterwards I lay there, boneless and heavy, not wanting to move or even open my eyes. I could feel his weight on me shift, his hands on my thighs, spreading them finally wide apart.
I groaned, a different, luxurious kind of pleasure rolling through me, as he positioned me, hooking one leg over the arm of the couch while pushing wide the other.
Then his fingers were on my pussy again, spreading my wet flesh apart, and he was back, licking and exploring me relentlessly.
I twisted, panting, trying to avoid his clever tongue, but he held me still, made me take it. ‘It’s too much,’ I protested weakly, writhing. ‘I can’t...’
‘Yes, you can.’ His breath was hot against my sensitive skin. ‘I want you wet, baby. Really, really wet.’
‘I think I’m wet enough already.’
He laughed, a deep, rough, sexy sound. ‘No, you’re not. Besides, I fucking love eating you out. Deal with it.’
I didn’t know if I could deal with it to be honest, especially when I couldn’t do anything with my hands.
‘Look at me,’ he said, as if he knew I was having trouble.
And idiot that I was, I did. And as soon as I opened my eyes I knew it had been a mistake to look because the sight of him lying between my spread thighs hit me like a punch to the gut.
His gaze was molten and feral, gleaming and hungry, and as I met it, his fingers slid through my slick folds, toying lazily with me and watching me as he did so, taking in every shudder, hearing every desperate moan.
It was unbearably erotic.
‘You wanted to handle me? So handle me.’ He slid one finger slowly inside me, the smooth glide of it making me shudder and sweat. ‘Handle me, playing with your pussy and making you watch.’ He slid another finger in beside the first, stretching me gently.
I tried to say something, but I couldn’t think of what words to say. The sight of him with his hand on me, his fingers disappearing inside me, made everything vanish.
He pumped his fingers, sliding them in and out, slow and deep. ‘You’re really tight, baby girl. But you feel so good. I can’t wait to get inside you.’
I couldn’t stop shaking, my body already st
arting to get desperate again, and I couldn’t drag my gaze from his, lost in all that gold.
He kept playing with me as if he had all the time in the world and then he added his tongue again, exploring me once more with a relentlessness that had me sobbing.
It was only then that he moved away, kneeling upright on the couch cushions and grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket. He took out a condom packet, tossed the wallet on the floor, then ripped open the foil without any hurry. Then he unzipped his fly and reached down to get out his cock. Gripping it in one hand, he casually rolled down the condom with the other.
I couldn’t remember whether I’d seen a naked dick before or not, but right now my brain wasn’t working. At all. Then again, it didn’t matter whether I’d seen one before or not, since the only dick that mattered was Tiger’s.
God, he was big. Really, really big. And long and thick.
My fingers itched. I wanted to touch him, to see what he felt like. To see whether he was as smooth and as hot and as hard as he looked.
Except he wasn’t going to give me a chance, that much was obvious as he finished with the condom and moved forward to kneel between my thighs. The smile and the laziness had vanished, a raw, hungry light in his eyes.
He slid one big hand beneath my butt, lifting me up a little, while with the other he gripped his cock, rubbing the head of it through the wet flesh of my pussy. I groaned, electricity sparking, making me arch up into him.
‘Fuck, I want you,’ he breathed, a strange note in his voice. As if he was shocked by the fact. ‘What the hell are you doing to me, baby girl?’ He searched my face like he was looking for answers. ‘Straight vanilla fucking and I’m almost ready to come. This is not normal for me, understand?’
I didn’t know what he wanted me to say, but then I wasn’t thinking straight, not while I could feel the head of his dick nudging against my clit, making me jerk and shudder like I was holding on to a bare electrical wire.
‘Christ, you’re hot.’ He slid the head of his cock down the length of my pussy, finding my entrance and pushing lightly. ‘I don’t want to hurt you, so I’ll try and go easy.’ He pushed again and I heard his breath catch along with my own as my flesh parted around him. ‘Holy fuck...’ he whispered, staring down at me, his amber eyes darkening. ‘You feel insanely good.’
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