Chapter 39 Camp Out (5)
The way he kissed her!
With so much passion and seating yearning. The way his bulge caressed her down there. And when she tried to push him away, he was claiming her all over again.
"Ziegler," she let out repeatedly, clinging to his shirt.
He loved the way she melted in his arms. The way she called his name. It was like music to his ears. Just one more kiss before he let her go. Yet, his hands sneaked under her crop top, finding her oranges. He groaned again, soothed by the feel of her in his hands.
He was darn sure she was feeling him too. He was also darn sure she was wet from his kisses. If only she would open her heart to him.
Tasha finally wrenched her mouth off, but Ziegler wouldn't let her go. His mouth began to search her again, while his hands squished her bulbs again.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Ziegler," she swayed her head sideways while avoiding his eyes. The low throbs arising within her were throwing her off balance making her like the way Ziegler kissed and touched her. Why was she dizzy from his mere kisses?
"We should be making James jealous," she coaxed softly.
"But we are making him jealous," he put in.
"But he's not here," she added.
"Fuck, Tasha. He might be watching us," his hand reached out to weld her buttocks to his groin - they were not big like Aurora's but quite sizable. If it were possible, he would fuck her here and let her see how much he wanted her.
His mouth fell on her again, backing her into a tree. This time, she let him do his job without deciding to stop him. She didn't see him unzip his fly, pushed down his tight briefs, and stroked out his bobbing dick.
Her moans were getting to him now. With one push, he peeled down her leggings. She was bare underneath - just perfect, just what he needed. He felt her down, her fluid sluiced down his finger. Without a need of approval from her, he jerked one of her legs up for easy penetration.
A thousand bells must have rang out to Tasha's ears. She suddenly realized what Ziegler was doing and forced her eyes open.
"Ziegler," she called out, "what are you doing?"
"What we are supposed to be doing," his voice was low.
She felt the tip of his cock kissing down her v-cleft, then she shoved him. Ziegler staggered, his rod bobbing with a slight shake. One look at it, her eyes bulged as she ran a shaky hand through her hair.
"We said no sex!" She yelled.
"Keep your voice down, Tash. Someone might hear us," Ziegler advanced towards her but she vaulted, away from him.
Was she suddenly disgusted by them kissing? He would be forced to play the mind games on her, he told himself.
"But you asked for it," he argued.
"Me? I never asked for this. You were the one who kissed me first on the pretense of a bug," she spilled out, angered obviously.
He gasped. "I never faked anything, Tash," he replied.
"And stop calling me Tash. I am no Tash of yours! What gives you the impression that I like you?"
He rolled his eyes. She was doing it, doubting him and never giving him that chance. "Who says I wanted you to like me!" He thundered without letting her words drench him of his sanity.
Her eyes widened. Maybe, she was a fool to think Ziegler was in love with her. He was zipping up as he walked away, pissed by her words.
She raced after him. "I'm sorry, Ziegler. I thought you were in love with me," she said behind him.
"You know what Tasha, you're just too much for someone who needed my help," Ziegler turned to stare at her.
"But I said I'm sorry. I thought you kissed me because you are inlove with me."
He groaned, grabbing his full hair. "Will you fucking stop saying that? And what about you, you loved the way I kissed you, the way I touched you. You were so wet when my hand touched you down there," He watched the way she caught her breath.
With that expression on her face, he walked towards her, stopping in front of her. "I wanted James to be jealous seeing us kiss, throwing love jibs at each other or even fucking like young couples do. Your pussy was begging me for it even if you won't admit it. Maybe, you should reconsider finding another fake boyfriend," his eyes glinted impishly before he twirled around again.
Tasha didn't know what to think. She was feeling a lot of things. He was right to say she'd felt the need to be crushed beneath him. He had a fine pickle, and she certainly couldn't remember the last time a guy had kissed her like he wanted her.
James had cheated on her, then he decided to break up with her - what a double heartbreak. Why couldn't she move on from him? She had the hopes that he would return to her, and make her his like they used to be in high school. Why was she living in the past?
"Ziegler, hold on, hold on!" She called out, grabbing his hand.
"Does it ache when you don't release?" She asked him.
"What?" Ziegler shook his head, laughing at himself.
"What is it you're asking me? I thought you never wanted sex which would include intimate questions such as this," he told her.
Tasha shrugged. "Well, I'm curious to know."
"It does ache. When it throbs, blood flows to it, making it hard." He watched as she parted her lips.
"Don't tell me you've never had sex?" He arched one of his brows.
"James and I never did back in high school. He was my first boyfriend." She divulged.
"Really?" His eyes glinted with amusement.
"He enjoyed watching me touch myself instead, that way I got to see how a cock was. I think I like the way your dick is slightly curved, when it bobbed.....," her voice went off but Ziegler could interprete the need in her eyes.
"Would you like to see it again?" He asked her.