“He’s in the back. I checked.” He slides his hand to the back of my neck and kisses me. I moan on accident, and I feel his hardness press against my thigh. Oh boy.
“I want to show you something,” he mumbles against me.
Reaching for my hand, he laces our fingers together and leads me down a dirt path on the side of the house. We come to a small creek that runs through the back of the property. A pavilion sits at the edge with a wooden bench.
“I like to come down here when I need to get away,” he says as we take a seat. “I haven’t been down here in a while.”
“I guess that’s good right? You haven’t been too stressed?” I ask.
“Well I’ve kind of had something else that helps me escape.” He glances at me and squeezes my hand.
My heart thuds in my chest and I all of a sudden feel a shortness of breath.
“It’s peaceful out here,” I whisper as I take in the trees and listen to the sounds of the birds.
He reaches over and grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap. I straddle him; my knees pressing down on the wooden slats of the bench. I can’t stop myself from smiling at him. He’s come to my room every night this week. We haven’t done anything sexual. Not really, just roaming hands and heated kisses. We mainly talk for about thirty minutes before he disappears back to his room.
I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in to kiss his full lips. His tongue sweeps against mine and my nipples harden. The man really knows how to kiss. I feel his cock beneath me through his jeans and when it pushed against my sex, I moaned without shame.
He smirked and moved his hands to my hips, gently rolling them back and forth. Just the friction alone had me seconds away from bliss. He lowered my tank top, causing my breasts to spill from my bra. Leaning in, he ran his tongue across my sensitive nipple. My hips bucked at the sensation, and he moved over to the next, repeating the motion. My core tightened and I leaned in, placing a wet kiss on the column of his throat.
He tugged on my hips harder as I grinded against him and his breaths started to pick up as I got closer.
“Damn Vix...,” he groaned. His fingertips dug into my flesh.
I rolled my hips one more time. “Zeke,” I moaned as I shook and wilted on top of him. Stars danced behind my lids, and it took a moment for me to be able to see straight.
When I came down from my high, he scooted me back on his lap and unzipped his pants. He pulled himself out and my eyes widened. I have never touched a man before, but I found myself reaching out and wrapping my palm around his thick length. His head tilted back as I stroked him. I loved watching his face. It felt powerful to be the one to bring him pleasure.
“Just like that baby,” he whispers as his eyes meet mine.
I watched his pupils dilate with each stroke as he swelled in my hand. He trailed his hands up my side until they reached the back of my head and he tugged me towards him until I met his lips. Two more strokes and hot liquid hit the skin on my hand. He grunted as he continued to slide his tongue in my mouth, and I couldn’t help but smile when he sighed in satisfaction.
He pulled out a bandanna from his back pocket. “Here, you can clean up with this.”
I took it, wiping his release from my hand. I climbed off his lap, and he tucked himself back into his jeans. His glazed over eyes shined at me as he placed one more kiss on my mouth.
“We better get back,” he says as he leads me back up the dirt path.
I breathe out and try to reason with myself. Don’t go there, Tanner. Don’t catch feelings for a motorcycle club president.