Destroyed

by Jackie Ashenden

  He began to push into me, slow and steady, leaving me no time to be scared, no time to doubt. No time to pull away or change my mind. I was so wet there was no resistance and the only pain I felt was a slight pinch. It was more the unfamiliarity of it that made me tremble, that made me gasp. The stretch and burn of my sex around his as he invaded me. Filled me. ‘Tiger...’ My voice shook. ‘Oh, my God... Tiger.’

  He kept on going, kept on pushing, steady, relentless, his golden eyes all I could see. And when he was finally all inside me, as deep as he could go, he paused, his gaze still pinning mine. He had one hand on the arm of the couch, the other on the back, and I could hear the harsh sound of his breathing.

  And I knew—I just knew—that this was affecting him as much as it was affecting me. I could hear it in his breathing and in the look of shock in his eyes. He was staring at me as if he’d never seen anything like me before in his entire life.

  ‘Summer.’ The way he said my name went through me like a knife and I wasn’t sure why. There was a note of something in it, like wonder, and it made me feel like crying all of a sudden. Then he said it again, ‘Summer,’ harsher this time, and he drew his hips back, thrusting into me.

  I wanted my hands free. I wanted to touch him but I couldn’t. I could only lie there and watch the flames leap in his gaze, getting hotter and rawer as he moved.

  Another deep thrust and the orgasm swept over me so unexpectedly that I didn’t even have time to scream, conscious only of the pleasure detonating inside me, leaving me writhing. Then another one began to build, and I think I sobbed, because I wasn’t sure I could survive. Because if this was what sex was all about then I was ruined. Destroyed.

  But something inside me knew that all sex wasn’t like this. That it was only like this because of him. Because of Tiger.

  Because he was the one who’d destroyed me and kept on destroying me with every thrust of his hips, every gasp he drew from me, every sob.

  He began to move faster, harder, shifting his hold and gripping my hips, showing me how to move with him. Then he angled his thrusts so he hit my clit every time he sank into me and I was gone.

  I didn’t scream this time, only sobbed.

  As I came apart in his hands.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Tiger

  I KNEW THE moment she came, could feel her tight little pussy clamp down hard on my cock, gripping me like a fist. And I don’t know what happened, but a hot rush of pleasure flooded through me, and I realised that instead of the hours it normally took me to get off, I was on the verge of coming already, even though I’d only just got inside her.

  It didn’t make any sense. There shouldn’t have been any reason why I suddenly felt at the edge of my control. I wasn’t a teenage boy and this wasn’t my first fuck. This was a virgin and straight out missionary, and yet if I didn’t get myself under control, I was going to lose it on virtually the first couple of thrusts.

  I had no idea what was wrong with me.

  She was laid out underneath me, her head back against the corner of the couch, her eyes closed, her mouth open. Strands of hair were sticking to her neck and I could see sweat beading on her forehead where more strands of hair were sticking. Her cheeks were deeply flushed and there was a trail of moisture out of the corner of one eye.

  She looked so fucking beautiful, so fucking sexy. She looked wrecked and I was the one who’d wrecked her. And I wasn’t even sorry. I hadn’t even come yet and I wanted to wreck her again and again. And maybe wreck myself along with her.

  Fuck, where had all of this come from? I wanted to pull away, because if there was one thing I hated, it was feeling uncomfortable, but the ache in my dick wouldn’t let me.

  Jesus, she was so tight. And hot. And wet. And she smelled of sex and flowers. And the way she was lying there, all abandoned, was driving me insane.

  There was no fighting this. I was going to come and come hard.

  I thrust again, harder, pushing deep into her pussy, gripping her hips in my hands. She shuddered and her back arched, and before I knew what I was doing, I was moving faster, even harder. Slamming myself into her. Losing myself in the feel of her tight pussy around my cock.

  Then, just before I lost it completely, she opened her eyes and looked up at me, and it was like I’d fallen into the depths of the sea, nothing but dark blue all around me.

  She said my name, very softly, in that husky voice and, fuck, it sent me straight over the edge.

  I bent and kissed her savagely, roaring into her mouth as the orgasm hit me like a fucking baseball bat, my hips thrusting wildly, out of control and not giving a shit as pleasure exploded inside me like a goddamn nuclear bomb.

  Not thinking straight, I loosened my grip on the couch and leaned forward, gathering her up and pulling her into my lap so her legs were around my waist. Then I turned my head into her damp neck, inhaling that sexy scent of hers, breathing it in and trying to calm myself the fuck down.

  I was still inside her, though, and I could feel my cock slowly hardening yet again. Jesus, I’d barely got this round down and already I was up for another.

  Even though I didn’t want to, I pulled out of her, loving how she gave a delicate little shudder as I did so. ‘Be right back,’ I murmured, releasing her and letting her slide down onto the cushions. I got off the couch and went into the kitchen area, getting rid of the condom in the trash before coming back to her, pulling off my clothes as I went.

  I’d left hers on because I liked the half dressed, half naked look, but now I wanted nothing between us but skin.

  Those big blue eyes opened wide as I kicked my boots off, then peeled my T-shirt up and over my head, then shucked my jeans and underwear. Gave me a fucking huge thrill the way she was looking at me, not hiding the fact that she liked what she saw. Most women did and, shit, what man didn’t like that?

  But there was something about the way this little girl was staring that made me hard instantly, and when her gaze dropped to my dick, I got even harder.

  ‘Time to get naked, baby girl.’ I stalked over to the couch and her eyes were like goddamn saucers as I reached down and pulled her top off. Then I got rid of her miniskirt and her panties, too.

  Once she was finally bare, I laid her down flat on the cushions, then I eased myself over her the way I had back in my room in the clubhouse, her warm little body beneath mine, my hips resting between her thighs and that hot little pussy right against my dick.

  I braced myself on my elbows on either side of her head, leaning down to nuzzle her neck, licking her throat to get another taste of the salt on her skin. I wanted to spread her thighs and bury my face in her pussy again, but I figured she’d need some recovery time. I hadn’t gone easy on her, that was for sure.

  She shivered as my tongue touched her throat, and I felt her palms press against my chest.

  Yeah, I really hadn’t gone easy on her.

  I lifted my head. ‘You okay? Not sore?’

  ‘Tender maybe, but not sore, no.’ Her hands slid from my chest up to my shoulders, her fingers spreading out. ‘I want to touch you. Can I?’

  ‘Baby, you don’t need to ask permission. But right now, since I’m already pretty fucking hard and you need a break, I don’t think that’s a good idea.’

  She sighed. ‘Maybe you’re right. So...you said you liked orgies and being dirty. Does that mean that later you want to...um...you know, with me?’

  It was obvious what she meant and, prick that I was, I just had to tease her about it. ‘What? You want some group sex? Well, sure. If you’re into it we could—’

  ‘No!’ She gave me a slap on the shoulder, which I found weirdly hot. ‘I definitely do not want group sex.’

  I grinned, putting her out of her misery. ‘Good. Because as of now, I’ve decided I don’t like sharing.’ The addition what’s mine echoed inside my head, but I managed not t
o say it aloud. Because it was fucking strange enough that I found the thought of sharing her vaguely enraging, let alone thinking of her as mine.

  Hell, I’d only been with her a few hours and it was way too soon to be thinking about shit like that. If ever.

  ‘That’s okay then.’ She gave me a stern look, absently stroking my shoulder. ‘I don’t want to be shared.’

  My brothers getting their filthy hands on her... Yeah, I did not like that thought. At all. ‘Don’t worry. There’s plenty of other dirty things we can do that don’t involve other people.’ The way her hand was moving on my shoulder made me want to shiver, which was just flat out fucking weird. No one touched me gently like that and I wasn’t sure I liked it. Trying to ignore the feeling, I grinned. ‘You leave the dirty part to me, okay?’

  She gave me a solemn nod. ‘Okay.’

  Jesus. She was fucking adorable.

  Her gaze dropped to the shoulder she was touching, her fingers beginning to trace my ink. ‘By the way, this tattoo is incredible. I love all the angles and stuff. Where did you find the design?’

  I shrugged. ‘Drew it myself. I liked it so I thought I’d get it inked.’

  She gave me a startled glance. ‘You did? Because wow.’

  That look in her eyes. Christ. Like I was something amazing she’d never seen before, which only made me more uncomfortable.

  I tried to brush it off. ‘It’s just a tattoo.’

  ‘No, it’s not.’ Her finger traced one of the circles. ‘Look at it. The way this spiral interlocks with the others. And the circles here and all the arcs... It’s beautiful, Tiger.’ She glanced up at me again, blue glowing in her eyes. But it wasn’t anger this time. In fact, it looked a hell of a lot like...interest. ‘I love the geometries in it.’ She gave an odd little smile that made something kick hard in my chest. ‘Math is kind of my thing and I love it when everything—I don’t know—just fits.’

  ‘Like parts in an engine.’ Shit, why I had said that? Chicks didn’t like talking about engine parts. At least not the chicks I talked to. Not that I did much talking with them, to be honest.

  But the blue glow in Summer’s eyes flared as if she knew exactly what I was talking about. ‘Oh, yes! Exactly. And when it all fits together and it works, and it’s like...’

  ‘Like solving a puzzle,’ I finished, because clearly this was what I was doing now. Finishing her fucking sentences.

  She smiled, and honest to God, it felt like the sun coming out. ‘Right? I love puzzles.’

  That weird feeling in my chest tightened, which, again, I didn’t like. I’d had conversations with the club girls before, but it was only small talk. They’d never been interested in what I had to say anyway. They only wanted my cock.

  But there was something about Summer’s confession that got to me. She’d said it completely without embarrassment, as if she was comfortable talking to me. As if she thought I’d understand.

  Strange, when only a couple of hours before she hadn’t been able to get a word out.

  ‘So, you’re some kind of genius, right?’ I shifted on her, adjusting the way my cock was pressing against her and liking the way she shivered in response.

  ‘Y-yes.’ Her nails dug into my shoulder, a flush beginning to creep up her throat.

  Oh, I liked that. A lot. ‘What’s your IQ then?’

  ‘Um...last test I did, over 170.’

  Super smart then. Yet, just by shifting my cock, I could make her unable to speak.

  Not bad for a dumb fuck.

  I grinned and moved again, her breath hissing as I did so. ‘Okay, so you actually are a genius then.’

  ‘I am.’ She arched, her lashes drifting closed. ‘Um... Tiger?’

  ‘Yeah?’

  ‘Can you...um...’

  ‘What?’ I pushed myself up and back so I could look at her perfect tits. Then I lowered my head, licking one of her hard nipples, loving the way she gasped. ‘Am I killing some of those super smart brain cells of yours, baby girl?’

  ‘Yes...oh, yes.’

  I put my mouth over her nipple and sucked hard, feeling her shudder. Yeah, taking her apart like this was fucking amazing. Addictive even.

  ‘Oh...’ she breathed, pressing herself up into my mouth. ‘I never thought it would be like this.’

  She tasted so sweet and the way she gave a jolt every time I teased her with my tongue was insanely good. I’d never been with a woman who was so sensitive before. I could get used it.

  I released her nipple, nuzzling her breast. ‘Basically, it’s because my IQ is pretty fucking high, too. I’m talking about my sex IQ here.’

  ‘No, I’m serious.’ Her blue gaze met mine. ‘I thought it would be all really scary, but it wasn’t. You made it okay. And you made me feel good. Really, really good.’

  I didn’t know what the hell to say to that, because there was nothing but honesty in her eyes, and it felt kind of...painful. Made me want to wrap her up and protect her, tell her not to make herself so vulnerable. Especially not to me.

  ‘I have to tell you something,’ I said. ‘You might have thought about me for five years, but I didn’t think about you. Not once.’ If honesty was what we were going for here, then she had to know. I didn’t want her making this into something it wasn’t. ‘So, if you’re thinking that we’re—’

  ‘I’m not thinking that,’ she interrupted, a flash of that temper she hid so well crossing her face. ‘That wasn’t what I was trying to say. I only wanted to tell you that I think you’re amazing. And, well...I do like you.’

  Again, that honesty. It was a problem. ‘Baby,’ I said gently. ‘You don’t know me. And good sex doesn’t mean a fucking thing.’

  She frowned. ‘But I do know you. You carry a gun in the back of your jeans and you love riding that bike. And you used to like teasing me—which, FYI, you still do. Oh, and you’re very protective. Also, you have an amazing smile and I used to wish—’

  ‘Everyone knows those things.’ I cut her off before she could make me any more uncomfortable than she already was. ‘They’re not secrets.’

  I didn’t bother to keep the warning note out of my voice, but apparently she either didn’t hear it or simply flat out ignored me, because she gave me a very direct look and said, ‘So tell me something no one else knows then.’

  Shit. How the hell had I got myself into this situation? There were plenty of things no one else knew about me and I wasn’t ashamed of them. That wasn’t why I didn’t talk about them. I didn’t talk about them because they weren’t anyone else’s business and why she thought they were hers, I had no fucking idea.

  You should tell her, dumb fuck. If you’re not ashamed, it won’t make any difference.

  I shook the thought away. Later, I’d tell her later. Right now, my dick was hard and I wanted to suck on her tits some more, then maybe eat her out again, teach her how to ride me just the way I liked.

  So I shook my head. ‘Later, baby girl. Right now, that hot little pussy of yours is driving me crazy. So how about you just lie there and I’ll see if I can cool her down a bit?’

  Then I bent my head and took her nipple in my mouth again and tried to ignore the voice in my head that was telling me I was a coward.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Summer

  I DON’T KNOW what time it was when I woke up, but light was streaming through the big windows of Tiger’s warehouse apartment, illuminating the vaulted ceiling above me and the heavy beams that criss-crossed it.

  I lay on my back staring up at it, for a second disorientated about where I was. But then Tiger shifted beside me, his arm tightening around my waist, and I remembered.

  After another intense round of sex on the couch, he’d picked me up and carried me into his bathroom and got in the shower with me. Then he’d washed me carefully, like I was a child, before drying me off and
carrying me up to the mezzanine floor where his big low bed was.

  He’d done things to me in that bed. Things that had made me scream and cry out his name over and over again. Things I was never going to forget.

  I wanted him to do those things all over again, but a quick glance revealed he was still asleep and if I wanted to have a look around his apartment without him getting in the way, it was going to have to be now.

  Carefully I wriggled out from under his arm and slid out of bed, wincing a little at the way some of my muscles decided to remind me of what we’d been getting up to the night before.

  It had been worth it, though, so worth it.

  My clothes were downstairs, so I went down the iron stairs still naked, coming down into the living area. The dark blue T-shirt he’d been wearing the night before was on the floor and on a whim, I picked it up and put it on myself.

  It was massive, falling to midthigh, but it was soft and it smelled like him and for some reason I didn’t want to take it off.

  You don’t know me and good sex doesn’t mean a fucking thing.

  His words from the night before echoed suddenly in my head, making my chest tighten. Which was stupid. Of course I knew it didn’t mean a fucking thing and, sure, maybe I didn’t know him.

  So why do you want to then?

  Good question, and one I didn’t have an answer to. Perhaps it had been something to do with the sex after all. Or perhaps it was all about the past and my fascination with him. Or maybe it had simply been after I’d gone on and on embarrassingly about how wonderful his tattoo was, and he’d finished my ravings about how everything had fit together by saying it was like a bike engine.

  It had been the most perfect simile, the way he’d understood thrilling me deeply. There weren’t many people I could talk to about what excited me, mainly because people’s eyes tended to glaze over whenever I mentioned math. But Tiger’s hadn’t. In one simple sentence, he’d managed to encapsulate my feelings about puzzles and equations, and life in general so perfectly that I knew he’d understood.