“Fine.” I groan out. “The blonde out there.”
“Who?”
“I dunno, some blonde chick out there. She was staring at me. And she was there last night as well. She told me earlier that I don’t belong here… with you.”
“She can get fucked.” He mumbles to me, making me laugh. “I think I know who you’re talking about. She’s been around the clubhouse for a bit. In my face some of the time.”
“And you’ve slept with her.” I hate how jealous I sound.
He lets out an awkward chuckle before I can feel him shrug. “Honestly, I have no fucking clue. Probably.”
“Really? Are women just all a blur to you?” I don’t mean for it to come out as aggressive as it does.
“No.” He shakes his head. “But women who constantly throw themselves at me. Yeah. Have I gotten drunk, sometimes maybe high, and fucked a couple of them I can’t really remember? Yeah.” He shrugs again.
“Yes, such a romantic.” I can’t help but laugh out loud this time.
“I meant that earlier.” He spins me around until I’m looking up at him. “It’s just complicated, right now.”
“How so?” I ask him, looking up again.
He stares down at me again for a moment, a smirk inching across his lips before he shakes his head. Feeling his hands at my waistband before popping the button open and unzipping my shorts, slipping his hand underneath the fabric.
His fingers graze against my pussy, pressing pressure just in the right spot, bringing back the sensations that I was feeling earlier on the bike. A muted moan slips just past my lips.
“That’s right, my little psycho.” He whispers back to me as he presses me against the tree. “You want to come apart so bad for me, don’t you?”
I nod my head, answering him.
His finger tips press inside of me and I can feel his palm resting against my clit, as his lips bruise mine. His tongue slips past my lips and dips into my mouth. I can taste the bitterness of the beer he was drinking earlier as it lies flush against mine. His fingers working my core.
His rhythm is almost painfully slow.
His fingers leave me. I whimper out before I feel the cool air making contact with my ass as he pulls my shorts down.
He leans away, looking at me, and I’m sure the shock on my face. “Shh.” He whispers, leaning in and nipping my neck. “No one’s paying us any attention. And even if they were, I know you hate to admit you like it, and it’s much darker out here than over there.”
I’m stilled in shock as I look at him and he bits his lip. Sinking down my body until he’s kneeling in front of me, pulling my foot out of my shorts, looking up at me again.
I expect him to stand back up as soon as my feet are free of my shorts, and fuck me right here until I’m collapsing around him.
I’m not expecting when he picks up my thigh, placing it over his shoulder, and looking up at me again. Time seems to slow down as our eyes lock.. I’m not sure if he’s waiting for me to tell him to stop, and I’m not sure I want him to.
My eyes drop to his lips as his tongue comes out, sliding across them. He leans in, still seeing into what seems like my soul, as his tongue presses flat against me, licking me. My lips parting as my hand comes down, tangling in his hair. He finally breaks eye contact this time, lifting my left leg and placing that one on his shoulder as well. I’m straddling his face and wedged against the tree behind me. His mouth circling around my clit as he gently sucks it in, rolling it lightly between his teeth.
Releasing me, he brushes his tongue down me until he slips through my slit and my head rolls backwards as a moan slips out louder than I intended it to. But at this moment, I’m not sure anything could make me care.
A second moan slips out as I pull against his hair. I feel the vibration of his own groan. Tilting my head back, to look down at him. Wanting to seeing how exactly this entire moment looks, wanting to sear it into my memories. Only when my eyes open, they connect with the blonde from earlier. She looks just as surprised as I am, but it’s apparent that she’s been watching for long enough.
Zane’s lips pull away from me, and he grunts out. “Goddamn Tatum, your pussy tastes fucking amazing.” He tells me, but I can’t look down to see if he’s looking at me. I just continue to look at the blonde standing just away from the fire. A brief puff of air causes the wetness between my thighs to become more apparent as I hear him chuckle to himself. “Tatum.” His voice is demanding, but I’m still to stuck in shock to pay much attention to him. Still staring at the girl who told me I didn’t belong.
But if she wants to watch, give her a fucking show. I think to myself before I glance back down at him.
“Stay right here. Fuck everyone else.” He whispers to me before the corner of his lip tilts back up and he dives in on my pussy, pressing his tongue against me again, bringing this hand up and slipping it inside of me, curling it in until he grazes against my inner walls.
“Fuck.” I groan out as he instantly brings me back into the moment. My head flings back as my hands slide back into his hair, pulling his face closer to me. Each tug pleading with him not to stop, to push me over the edge.
Each lap of me, he groans out, thoroughly enjoying it himself.
