Chapter 4 Keely #2
“Then stop touching me,” I challenged. “Stop kissing me. Slow things down.”
Tarzan’s pupils darkened. He peeled the hem of my dress up, slotting his hand between my thighs. I smirked with victory until he traced a fingertip over my cloth-covered clit and my eyes threatened to roll back in my head.
“What do you want, Keely?” Tarzan murmured into the curve of my neck.
My brain turned sluggish and hazy with arousal.
All I could think about was how good it felt to have his hands on me like this.
I looped my arms around his neck, my pebbled nipples scraping against his chest. The few thin layers of clothing that separated us were infuriating when I craved the delirious heat of skin-to-skin.
“We’re doing exactly what I want.” I rolled my hips against his hard-on. “And I’d say we’re doing exactly what you want, too.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Tarzan released his grip on my hair and cradled the back of my neck, mouthing at my jawline.
“Is this a rebound? A hookup to blow off steam? Tell me.”
I took a breath to speak, then broke off when he pulled my panties to the side, sinking a thick finger into my pussy easily. I whimpered, grinding for more friction. My fingernails dug into the meat of Tarzan’s biceps as my whole body trembled from head to toe with desire.
What do you want, Keely?
I knew what I wanted.
But saying it—especially when I haven’t even been on a first date with Tarzan yet—was nerve racking. For the past few days, I’d grappled with the fear that I probably scared off the guy I liked by trying too hard, being too much, wanting too whole-heartedly.
Chewing my lower lip, I planted a hand on Tarzan’s chest and looked into his eyes. He added a second finger, stretching me open so perfectly. He pressed the heel of his palm to my clit, coaxing molten pleasure to slide through my veins and coil my muscles tight.
“Tell me,” he repeated, more quietly this time. Coaxing the truth out of me the same way that he coaxed my orgasm higher.
Gripping the back of Tarzan’s neck to steady myself, I pulled him close, clenching around his fingers.
“I want forever,” I breathed, trembling. “I want happily ever after. I want a love that lasts a lifetime.”
Tarzan swore under his breath, gripping the flesh of my hip. Sliding the strap of my bra and my dress aside, he kissed my bare shoulder. Goosebumps rippled down my spine as I arched into him.
Then he twisted, laying me out on the bed beneath him. Tugging my panties off, he spread my thighs wide open. The next thing I knew, he had guided my legs over his shoulder, sealing his mouth to my clit.
“Holy shit,” I rasped, rocking my hips back and forth on his hot, wet tongue. Mindlessly, I grabbed for his hair, burying my fingers in his silky locks. It was already coming loose, spilling around his face in long waves. “Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop—”
Tarzan clamped his hands around my thighs, holding me open mercilessly as he sucked hard. Stars burst across my vision. My world narrowed to the slick heat of his mouth, the scratchy burn of his stubble, and the pleasure coursing through me at a million miles an hour.
Then a deafening clang echoed from somewhere nearby.
The spell broke. I startled and attempted to clamp my legs shut, caught in the act. But Tarzan’s head was there, and he wasn’t finished. When I tried to shove my skirt down, he caught my wrist.
“Sorry!” someone called.
“Teddy,” Tarzan growled. “He was asleep five minutes ago.”
He lifted his head to look at me. I felt a little self-conscious, knowing that his brother was in the other room while I was being eaten out.
But at the same time…I didn’t really care. A muscled, tattooed, sexy-as-fuck biker was nestled between my thighs, long hair coming loose, pupils black with lust. Feasting on me like I was his last meal on planet earth.
Had I died and gone to heaven?
Tarzan must have read my thoughts because he lowered his head, sucking a bruising kiss to my inner thigh.
“Be quiet for me, sweetheart. If Teddy hears us, he’ll be so fucking insufferable when he figures out what we’re up to.”
Without waiting for an answer, Tarzan picked up where he left off, licking and sucking my clit like a starving man. I clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle the noises that spilled from my lips. He slid his tongue inside me, grinding his jaw into my aching pussy.
Every inch of my body hummed, ready to snap at any moment. Tarzan pried one of his hands off my thighs and moved up my torso, peeling the cup of my bra down. I shimmied my dress off down to the waist, letting him touch my tits all he wanted.
Seconds later, I shattered, writhing against his god-like mouth. My fingers locked in his hair, holding his head in place as I soared on a euphoric high.
At last, I sagged against the mattress, breathing hard. Tarzan kissed the inside of my knee, smoothing his hands over my body as if he couldn’t stop touching me now that I’d given him the chance.
I tangled my fingers with his, pushing myself up into a sitting position. When I reached for him, palming the ridge of his cock through his sweatpants, a knock echoed at the bedroom door.
“Hey, big brother, are you hungry?” Teddy’s voice. “I’ve got fresh waffles out here if you want some.”
“Shit,” Tarzan hissed, grabbing my wrist. He shook his head. “We have to stop.”
“But—”
He cupped my chin, brushing his thumb over my lips to silence my protest.
“Next time, sweetheart. I promise. You can have your wicked way with me.”
Next time.
A smile bloomed across my face. He was already making plans for the next time we saw each other.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Tarzan called to his brother.
We waited while Teddy moved off. Then we adjusted our clothes, grabbed our shoes, and Tarzan shuffled me out the back door to the garage.
“Wait here,” he said, gesturing to his bike. “I’ll talk to Teddy and come up with a distraction. Then I’ll get you home. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied.
Tarzan blew out a breath, sounding like a soft, faint, fuck. Then he caught my face in his hands and kissed me—firm, lingering, as if he was soaking up every second of it.
He finally tore himself away, ducking back into the house. I grinned, biting back a squeal.
Being in love was the best feeling in the world.