Me Tarzan, You Jewel

by Titania Ladley

  “Oh wow.” He gulped. His body went rigid against hers. He let out a long groan when she encouraged him to take her, guiding his fingers over her, into her. Her legs twitched beneath her. She clung to his neck, spreading her stance, welcoming the heavy heat that swelled around his fingers.

  “Ah, yes!” The uninhibited feline purr that escaped her throat empowered her with further confidence and bravery. But nothing gave her more encouragement than the instant, lusty glaze in his chocolate eyes. She stood on tiptoe and caught his bottom lip between her teeth as he pumped her pussy with three thick digits. “Yes, Vince. Yes. Just like that.”

  “Jesus…” He ripped his fingers from her, the bola now wrapped in a tangle around his free hand. With hurried speed and precision, he hitched her up so that he stood with her straddling his hips. “What’s gotten into you?”

  Her arms twined tighter around his neck. She tightened her legs about him, shoving the hem of her skirt up to circle her waist. It bared her entire vee and drew his gaze down so that he could see the pearly wetness of her lips. Warm sultry air caressed her tender flesh. The fragrance of her juices wafted up to tempt them both. Moaning, she ground her cunt over the soft fabric of his loincloth.

  “Take me now, here.” She couldn’t breathe. The hot sun scorched their slick skin. Impatient, she ripped her top off in one swipe. Sweat poured down Vince’s chest and off his brow, down onto her nipples. The erotic sensation of the warm droplets dousing her hot, taut nipples made her cry out, “Please, hurry…”

  He stumbled several steps across the clearing. She didn’t even notice the jolt of the fall when he lurched forward and they landed on the boulder. Fruit and leafy vegetables scattered off the rock, tumbling toward the roasting pig. With her legs spread, she raised her hips against his. Quickly, she yanked a large orange from behind her where it had wedged at the small of her back.

  Tearing the peel from the round ball, she rasped, “Get your cock out. Now.”

  He didn’t argue. With an impatient yank, he snatched the loincloth from his hips. Her breath caught when the long girth of him sprang free. Intermittent spears of sunlight shot down through the trees overhead, illuminating his penis in glory. The head was already swollen, the shaft almost fully hard. Jewel caught sight of the small pearl of pre-cum juice oozing from the slit. The rim tapered down into the long, veiny length of pure male organ. She continued to peel the orange as she devoured the sight of his erect shaft, her mouth watering with need. Her pussy muscles tightened, aching to be filled by that masterpiece.

  But first she had to taste him. The orange fully peeled now, she sat up and gripped his penis with her free hand. Its satiny-covered steel more than filled her palm, and she delighted in the hiss her ministrations elicited from him. She looked at her other hand, shoved a thumb down into the center hole where the wedges all met, parting it so that the fruit spread for her.

  Licking her lips, Jewel looked up at him where he stood bathed by the Florida sun. “I’m thirsty. I’m hungry. So hold still.” And she held the orange between the cup of her palms, pushing downward until it ringed him, the wedges bursting apart, spreading like a flower’s bloom around him. He moaned in blissful agony. She ignored the tensing of his body and cradled him so that the broken orange segments remained around him. The head of his rod barely peeped through the hole, tempting her with a rabid hunger.

  Opening her mouth wide, she took him in along with the fruit. Tangy juice squirted out, dribbling down her chin and onto his balls. She tasted the bitter drop of cum, and swirled her tongue around the head while she pumped the sticky orange up and down his cock. The scent of citrus warmed by arousal fueled her senses. Her pussy seeped with its own sap, readying her passage for the coming onslaught of primal release.

  He growled and snarled as a jungle cat might, ferocious and wild. She worked him hard, slathering up the juice and pulp, swallowing each and every drop. Sweet flavor burst in her mouth, feeding her crazed libido. Famished, she slurped, licked, nibbled. And when the fruit finally disappeared, she cupped his balls and licked them clean, stroking the hidden marbles against her tongue. Loath to deprive herself of a single inch, she dragged her tongue from sac to tip. Jewel delighted in the sharp hiss it brought forth, and the tight, almost desperate grip of his hands in her hair.

  She sensed his release loomed near, but he refused to succumb. He drew her head back and looked down at her, his eyes twin flames of black fire. “Oh no you don’t.” And he jerked her up so that her breasts slammed against his torso, her already hard nipples tingling with renewed fire.

  In that instant, she knew what would come. She knew that look well, the one that said she’d driven him into the too deep, primal level of sex. Her loins combusted with the mere thought of him entering her from behind.

  “Turn over.” He roared it out, flipping her so that she lay stomach-down across the boulder. Vince pressed his hand into her back, holding her down. She felt him shift and soon discovered what the movement would produce. Roughly, he leaned over her and snatched her hands, bringing them together in front of her on the rock’s surface. And with savage precision, he wound and tied the bola’s husk-rope around her wrists. As if to further drive his point home, he tossed aside the stones that were still tied to the three ends of the bola cords. They tumbled down the opposite side of the boulder. The jolt of them against her wrists when they plunged out of sight and came to a sudden halt tore a gasp of pain from her throat. But the pain didn’t last long. Just being held in this primitive mating position, out under a blazing sun in the wild tropics, was enough to make her come. Her breath caught in her lungs. She fought to breathe against the waves of desire that slammed through her, engorging her pussy, soaking it into a slick canal in preparation for his beastly entry.

  He fell on top of her, his wide chest pressed to her back. “Suck it.” The command came gruff and forceful in her ear. At first she wasn’t sure what he meant. But then she saw the banana he held in front of her face, and carnal joy exploded in her brain. Even with the peel still on, she could smell its sweet scent, could almost taste it in her mouth. Still famished, she obeyed eagerly, her mouth rooting for the non-stemmed end.

  At the very moment he shoved the fruit into her mouth, his cock tore into her from behind. She moaned, her teeth biting through the peel. Banana flavor burst in her mouth, and she sucked as if she performed a blowjob on another man while being fucked. His massive shaft speared her like a savage native, filling her with shattering, white-hot, fiery sensations deep inside her core. Though her toes barely touched the ground, her entire front side pressed into the warm, hard rock. Her nipples abraded over the rough, uneven surface, sending sparks of heat out through her arms, intensifying the pleasant pain of the rope against her wrists. With each thrust he took, bliss loomed nearer, taunting her as her clit throbbed with anticipation. She bobbed on the banana, easily deep-throating it when he forced it in and out between her lips.

  “Open your mouth wide,” he demanded.

  She parted her lips with a tinge of regret, for with it, came the withdrawal of both the tasty fruit and his cock.

  “What…? No, please. Don’t stop.” Her voice sounded husky and submissive to her own ears. She struggled against the binding, trying desperately to see behind her.

  “Shh,” he coaxed, smacking her ass.

  She cried out, her head snapping back. Sharp pain shot through her right ass cheek. Blood rushed to her buttocks, easing the pain with a pleasant tingling sensation that crept around to flood her pussy. The shock of it rendered her speechless. Her mind clouded with an animalistic craving to feel it again, to be overpowered by total male dominance.

  He’d never spanked her before, but now that she had a taste of its pleasurable pain, she wasn’t letting him get away with just one. “More, please,” she panted.

  “You like that, huh?” She shivered at the raspy, lust-filled tone to his voice, as if he too, were on the edge of insanity.

  “I…yes,” she whimpered, t
urning her head to capture his mouth with hers. He indulged her for several delicious moments, his tongue raking her mouth, scraping over her teeth. She tasted fruit and sweat, a potent combination. “I…it feels wicked, almost forbidden.”

  He moaned at her response. She too couldn’t believe the words that poured from her mouth. They seemed to inject them both with a baser hormone. He pushed up from the rock and fumbled nearby, snatching up another banana.

  Just when she thought there would be no more torture, he shoved the long, curved fruit into her pussy. The very edges of orgasm reached out to slap her yet receded before she could embrace it. At the very same moment, his hand came down on her left ass cheek, hard and sharp. The smack echoed through the trees, and she thought she heard the surf halt, the birds quiet. It seemed fireworks burst in her head, fluttered across her vision. She pushed against his thrusts, her toes digging into the hot sand. The thick banana slid in and out of her, even as he swatted her, his big, hot palm making repeated, firm contact with her soft ass. Clenching her teeth with a growl, she pistoned her pussy into his forceful rhythm, grinding her clit into the rock.

  “Oh… Oh…I’m going to—” He cut her off by ripping the fruit from inside her. She looked up just in time to see the banana hurled over her head, straight across the clearing. It tumbled into a low palmetto, cradled almost perfectly within its long leaves.

  Frustration set in. Her skin crawled with a desperate need for carnal release. She couldn’t move, couldn’t turn, couldn’t even reach her hand down to her throbbing clit to finish herself off. Hot elixir oozed from her canal.

  “Vince.” She swallowed, her mouth now parched from all the excessive panting. “Please. Take me now. Make me come. Give me your cock before I go crazy. Now!”

  She didn’t have to wait long. On a gasp, she braced for his entry. He tore into her, burying himself so deeply, she could feel his tight balls press against the lips of her cunt. He gripped the ropes of the restraint in one hand and wound, easing the weight of the rocks on her wrists. By doing so, he was able to lift her hips, just enough to slide his other hand in between her and the rock. With targeted accuracy, he located her nub. She cried out in pure gratitude when he rubbed the tip of his finger frantically, expertly over its hardness. Simultaneously, he rocked his body fast and furiously against her ass. Her muscles clamped down on his length, holding desperately, impatient for bliss to overtake her.

  “Oh God,” she screamed. “Here I come! Oh, don’t stop, Vince, please, please. Ah…oh!” Her eyelids fluttered shut and she saw neon flashes. The orgasm washed through her with breathtaking beauty and color. The flavors of the fruits she’d gorged on, orange, banana, his cum, all burst in her mouth. Her hot, sticky syrup coated Vince’s dick, and the aroma of it rose into the humid air around them. She jolted, struggling to rise up on her elbows even as the rope held her hands captive. With one last glorious wave, she sighed out her gratitude.

  He suddenly withdrew, and she felt him stiffen and suck in a ragged breath. She started to turn, to see why he delayed his own pleasure, but he attacked once again, knocking the air from her as he fell on top of her once again. She clamped her eyes shut, preparing for another delicious assault.

  On one long groan, he shoved his cock into her, his body shuddering with release. She rejoiced, complete love filling her heart.

  But her eyelids flew open when he sighed out, “Jewel. Ah…I finally got my jewel back.”

  Chapter Seven

  She fought against him like a wildcat. The sudden wiggling and kicking, along with her strangled cry, had him jumping back with a jolt of confusion. To have his cock go from the tight slickness of her, to hot, humid air in a matter of milliseconds, was painful, to say the least. The backside of her bare, glossy body, her slit engorged and sticky, flailed against the weight of the bola restraint on her arms.

  Finally, she rolled off the rock, and with a thud, she landed on her ass in the sandy soil. Her eyes glowered up at him with fury like he’d never seen before. Something about the combination of that primitive emotion, coupled with her current state of sex-tousled disarray and physical restraint, punched him right in the gut with overwhelming affection.

  “You son of a bitch.”

  He noted her voice remained husky, but it was slowly healing, and he could detect the old Jewel deep in its tone. Vince crossed his arms over his chest, slid a look down at her. “Now, is that any way to treat the man who just took you to euphoria and back?”

  “Oh!” She jerked her arms against the ropes that were still attached to the heavy rocks. “You tricked me.”

  “Tricked you? How so?”

  “You just called me Jewel.”

  He went dizzy for the briefest moment. Had he really blown his cover—or hers, rather? Shit. He’d hoped to keep that advantage over her until he could figure out just why she’d chosen to deceive him. Besides, he thought with an inward chuckle, he’d been thoroughly enjoying having that secret tidbit of knowledge. But too late now. Obviously in the archaic, animal state of mind she’d had him in, he’d let his lion out of the damn bag.

  “And that means I tricked you?”

  “You knew all along.” Her eyes narrowed. She got to her feet with all the grace a woman could while tied to a bola, naked and angry as a snarling cat.

  He watched as she hunched, leaning down to frantically work her wrists from the ropes. “And you didn’t?”

  “Of course I know who I am! But you obviously knew as soon as you laid eyes on me again,” she accused.

  “Uh-uh. Only after I saw the tattoo on your beautiful ass—and the mole at the nape of your neck. And,” he added, feeling his own anger spike, “the six earring holes in the cartilage of your left ear that, for some reason, you seemed to no longer be using.”

  Her eyes went wide with shock, and he took great satisfaction when that look slid into frustration.

  “Forgot about my name being etched right onto your gorgeous ass, Jewel?” He didn’t wait for her to reply. “Well, I’ve never forgotten it. And I recognized it right away when you turned your much slimmer back on me in the bungalow. You promptly—without a fucking worry in hell, by the way—fell into a contented sleep after shaking my world with your passion. There you lay, different body, different face and hair, different voice. But the same brand is still on your ass, the same mole’s still there, and the very same fiery, eager sex-kitten I used to know so well, still lurks beneath the surface. Only more so.”

  “So, tell me…” Vince strode forward, unable to stand watching her continued struggles. He knelt and untied the cords, freeing her. “Am I really to conclude that you conveniently were stricken with amnesia?”

  She rubbed her wrists and jerked her loincloth down into its proper place. “Of course I knew who I was, you idiot.” Locating her halter-top, she snatched it up and tied it into place, caging those luscious breasts in and away from his prying stare.

  He got to his feet. “But you didn’t tell me—and it’s not like it was an easy puzzle to solve, at least not at first. You’ve been hiding it from me ever since we got here. And that’s trickery if I’ve ever seen it.”

  Her fists jammed onto her curvy hips. The wind blew in, ruffling her golden locks around her ire-reddened face. She spoke through her teeth. “It’s called protecting myself. Now go away. Just go far, far away, damn you.”

  Spinning on her heels, she marched to the tree house. Her hourglass shape taunted him as her rear wiggled with each step she took.

  “Um, babe, you’ve got sand all over your ass and thighs,” he said as he followed her. “And I’d guess there’s some stuck to your…privates, given the fact that area was soaking wet, and you fell into the sand shortly after…”

  “Tell me about it,” she snarled over her shoulder, shuffling carefully, as if the grains even now irritated her pussy. She swatted sand from the backs of her thighs as she moved away from him. “And how many times do I have to tell you not to call me babe?”

  He ignored h
er question and threw out another. “Want a bath?”

  “A bath?” She stopped and turned, unable to hide the longing in her eyes, exactly what he guessed would happen. “Yes. Yes, I do. Do you know…is there a water hole, a bathing place of some sort?”

  “Haven’t found one of those yet.”

  Her shoulders sagged. She glared at him, as if to nonverbally label him as a vile and hateful creature for taunting her with mere mention of a bath. With a huff, she spun, heading for the ladder. He followed.

  “Hold on, spitfire. There’s a path just past the tree house there. It’ll lead you a short distance to the opposite end of the island from the one we landed on. Go take a dip in the Gulf and rinse off before you get some of those grains up inside your—”

  He nearly bumped into her when she whirled on him. The scent of pussy and oranges wafted up to tease his nostrils. Golden shafts of sunlight bathed her creamy skin. He longed to run his hands over its silky texture again, its color just starting to take on a light tan hue from all the spotty sun exposure during their trek.

  Her eyes snapped fury and humiliation. “Vince. Shut up. Just shut up.”

  Holding up his hands, he backed away. “Shutting.”

  He stared up at her, watching intently as she scaled the ladder. The twin swells of that ass peeped out at him as she climbed. She disappeared, but reemerged with some of the contents from the chest. Clutching shampoo, soap, toothpaste and a toothbrush lovingly in her arms, she strode up to him.

  “I’d really like to know…how did you learn to do all this?” The hand holding the shampoo bottle swept the campground. “And this?” She pointed her foot outward to indicate her bandaged ankle.

  “I learned it a long time ago, long before I even met you. It’s not really that important. “

  Sadness washed over her face. His heart lurched. “You never made any indication that this—this…Tarzan guy hid beneath that conceited, carefree exterior. It seems you’ve duped me, as well. You’ve been a fake all along.”