Tarzan (Rated R)

Chapter 24 - Lone wolf.

"Have you eaten? Did you take your medicine?" My mother speaks assertively in our Native tongue, is it a Caribbean thing where the more you try to sound genuine ... you sound more and more like a Cunt?

"Y-y-yes M-mom" biting my tongue to not let my voice expose my current situation, if my staggering breaths have not done so already.

Catching on to my broken sentences "What's Wrong with you" she asks genuinely.

I gripped the couch when Rowan's tongue flattened against my c**t at the same time his fingers curved to my G spot, "Nothing" I breathed rolling my eyes to ready to cry from this feeling.

"Am I going to see you at church this Sunday?"

"Ah." Shoot, that one slipped out. Peering down at the scene I felt my p***y clench swallowing Rowan's finger, his dark blue eyes are already locked into mine while his white coated fingers dig in and out of me. "Yes" I scream when he plunged his tongue into me, screaming too loudly for my mother to mistake that as her answer.

Before she ended the line, I hear the cheery tone in her voice "Good, and make sure you dress pretty, so you can get a church boy." Before I could clear the misunderstanding I was met with three beeps of the line ending, Dammit I opened another portal to hell, church wouldn't be a problem hadn't it been where Cameron's parents were the bishops of. You could almost call them a simple normal married couple from how professional and kind they were to everyone of the sanctuary, They do well keeping up their façade I'll give them that, I have never seen them personally outside of church to uncover the real characters despite all the blogs and reports about them, though everyone is rendered blind to the truth, the news don't lie -.

Did I really just say that?

Of all churches in every block, she chose this one and this one alone, I'll give her props, surrounded by the most powerful beings on the planet and the men aren't half bad looking themselves.

"Ahh" as if he heard my thoughts the man with his tongue in between my legs began to plunge in and out of me deeper, harder and faster. Even on a treadmill I am able to gather my breath and handle my wobbly legs. It has been three days since Justine's departure, using the alone time I had I tried to show Rowan some "w*****d boyfriend aesthetics."

Rowan turned into an Animal right before my eyes. Each aesthetic from the wall slam to pinning me against the wall ended with me bent over.

Thanks to his insatiable hunger, one half my panties and clothes are ripped to shreds, two I was f****d so thoroughly it cleared my head enough to write at least 12 chapters, though I have not submitted any yet, it was a a piece of mind having my writers block and anxiety cleared.

"Rowan, oh Rowan, ahhh Rowan" he growls in response to the sound of his name being sung from me and plunged deeper and deeper until p***y clenched and expelled liquid harshly from my body into his face, he doesn't budge or flinch away, in fact gently closing his eyes while opening his mouth smirkingly with his tongue stuck all the way out, moaning to the liquid falling on his tongue.

Oh my word, I've said this once and I'll repeat until I get answers, Just where is he learning all of this.

My abdomen pulls painfully from the amount of water involuntarily flowing from me with force, my legs wobble with greatness, bones aching from the wide spread of my legs being held down for too long.

"Schokolade" I heard from beneath, the deep baritone to his warm breath against my slippery c**t re awakened my nerves, and yet here I am complaining about his appetite.

The water finally receded letting me greedily catch small breaths, it was like having the hiccups. Lazily Able to peel my eyes open I watch his figure rise, through my hooded gaze I caught him lowering his sweat pants until the angry python leaped from its confinement pointing directly towards me, maybe it was a state of me being high off pleasure and want but the Organ appeared appetizing.

The faint red blush of the tip to the dark thick veins that decorated the shaft with the occasional twitch letting me know how eager and excited it was to have me. Blowing out a breath I hadn't even notice I was whimpering to him and reaching out towards it, it dawned on me than - would he like it down my throat? I want to satisfy that hunger, massaging it with my mushy inner cheeks and tongue, I want to spit and slurp until he begs me.

The closer I got to The organ it twitched happily, even with my knees weakening I prepared myself and got on my knees.

"Jane" he whispered above me, his want is evident and I'm going to give him what he wants.

"I'm down here daddy"

I don't even know if he understood that, or dirty talk in general, it would be mad awkward having me do all that talking just so he just nod. Though from the way he breathed hard once my hand made contact with it told me otherwise. My mouth watered coming face to face with the red tip, the coconut essence made me come in closer for a whiff, definitely underestimated the size That's for sure, my finger barely even wrapped around it.

I observed it for too long, our eyes dark when we looked at each other and I understood the assignment, stretching my lips to at least get the tip in we paused to the sound of the door.

Had I been alone I think I would have been afraid to even make any sudden movements to not let anyone know someone was home, I'm not expecting anyone? Justine doesn't knock - well duh and my mom never visits.

Rowan and I don't budge until we heard a cellphone ping - his cellphone. I forgot he had one. Pulling it out of his pocket I watch him read something, Sigh, than bend down to my level "Jen Su Vashta".

Boy what?

Furrowing my brows "What?"

Another knock came increasing my anxiety, with my eyes glancing at the door Rowan hooked his arms around my waist and with not a single grunt or struggle he lifts me to my feet, arranging my state pulling my dress down, fixing the back, I wanted to cry seeing him tuck away the mouth watering d**k.

"Wa-wait Here" velvet deep and confused, Oh wow, I swooned hearing his broken English, has he been reading books?

My hearts sets off widely, who could it be? Couldn't be Philip, Cameron is MIA -And I hope it stays that way, that just leaves Kevin, no please don't be.

"Rowan wait -" I nearly fly to him yet I was too late, for the first time I was happy to have been wrong, long midnight hair neatly brushed to the back of her head, light make up with smoky eyes as she stood there with a simple white shirt and mom jeans.

"I hope you are feeling better" Rowan's grandmothers sultry voice spoke. The sound of her voice was so melodic it put to rest my hyper active pulse settling it down to a healthy rate. I mean her grandson has it beating wildly on the daily, I've lost count already how many heartbeats I've skipped but hey I'm still alive.

Enthusiastically I stride towards her on my wobbly legs which she quickly caught onto yet quickly played it off "Yes, much better thank you so much". She doesn't respond in fact turns towards Rowan.

"Denken Sie daran, dass wir Sie für diese Englischkurse anmelden müssen" She spoke in one breath not even glancing at me once, that was full German was it not?

Did she just say English? I watch Rowan about to say something.

"Ich will es nicht hören, lass uns jetzt gehen" I realized she closed her eyes, almost as if swallowing her annoyance.

He argued no further and nods defeatedly before turning inside in a rush, a panic set in as I watched him gather majority of his belongings, he's leaving me? Eyes burned the back of my head, turning around I come eye to eye with his grandmother that didn't bother to hide her stare.

"Please come in" I step away giving her space.

"No thank you darling ok, I'm just here for my grandson." Her eyes finally moved away, something about her demeanor is hostile and slightly derogatory.

Trying to clear the air "How is Jim?"

"He's alright sweetheart" her smile came and went and so did her eye contact, ahh Maybe it's because I never addressed her formally, I mean her grandson is balls deep in my p***y but I never made the effort to at least learn her name. I keep calling her Rowans grandmother but that's not her only identity, it's honestly embarrassing at this point, but it's now or never.

Turning towards her again "I would like to ask -"

"Beeil dich!" She interrupted loudly, looking beyond my figure and to Rowan that took his time.

Waiting for that clear out I try again, though her eye contact isn't on me I spoke anyways "Thank you so much for saving my life again," her eyes finally finally looked my way slightly.

"Hadn't it been for you and Rowan m, I'm sure I would have been long digested into the mouth of a cat" I try to giggle to lighten up the statement.

"Rowan saved me and you nurturing me back to health was very kind of-"

"What is it you would like to say Jane"

Oh-oh wow, my government name? What's going on with her? Despite she tries to put up this friendly character I sense a storm brewing from within her. What has her so upset.

"I uhh, never really grasped your name"

"I never told you dear"

I was going to respond with 'I never asked' but I got a feeling I won't like where that statement alone would lead, especially with her current attitude.

"Can I know?"

"Would you like to know?"

Uh, that's exactly why I'm asking you, ya cunt, maybe that could clear the air between us and now it'll be more formal to say her name now.

"OnaconaMaryamMahika"

What now? "I'm sorry what?"

"OnaconaMaryamMahika" she wasn't kidding. Yea, calling her Rowan's grandma seems more and more appropriate.

"That's a very ... beautiful name does it mean somethi- "

"Jane dear." She interrupted.

"Uh yes."

"I don't mean this in the wrong way but I would like my grandson to remain at my side from now on."

I was taken off guard by the statement "oh uh of course I understand, he has been a big help to me thank you for letting him stay ov-"

"No, I did not let him stay over, in fact over the last few days I have begged him to come back home".

"I'm sorry I don't think I understand what's going on here"

"Please stay away from my grandson," her voice lowered to a whisper, turning back Rowan was not in the living room. Was she waiting for him to leave to be able to say what needs? Was that was wrong with her? That hostility and derogatory demeanor was towards ... me?

"Rowan offered to- "

"My grandson and I came here peacefully to start a new life with my fiancé and yet here you are dragging us into your mess."

"Wh-what?"

Lifting both her hands with partially closed fists "Honey please understand trouble follows you everywhere and we don't need to be going down in your ship with you, indeed Rowan is now 30 years old and will make his own decisions going forward but I know trouble when I see one."

I'm frozen solid from everything, still trying to find the words to speak from this moment"Tr-trouble? Is that what you think of me, I never ask you to join any of my affairs I-"

"Im aware and yet Rowan is too infatuated by you to listen, Jane sweetheart we are here peacefully and don't want trouble, what you just dragged Rowan into will now require him to lay low and he has classes to attend and seek constant medical attention"

Classes? Is that where he disappeared to that day?

"I-"

"If you truly care about him, about my grandchild, please leave him alone, had he listened to me and not pursue looking for you all that time we wouldn't be in this mess"

I can't move from my spot even when I heard The closing of the door from behind me I don't budge, rather I swallow my last words, Rowan's grandmother 'Ointment' was it? Returned to her position diverting her eyes back to Rowan.

"Kommen" she spoke not even letting her word she stepped away, heavy footsteps could be heard until the elevator.

I feel Rowan staring at me, his abdomen against my back, body heat surrounding me. "Jane?" His deep voice behind me almost had me tumbling to my knees yet I'm still solid, tears brimming my eyes but if I turn to him it'll just get worse.

Not even I could believe my words, but a part of me agrees with 'October' Rowan is injured because he was protecting me, though he hides it well I k ow he is in pain "Go Rowan".

Please don't touch me.

Please just go Rowan.

Slowly Stepping into my view I stared at his sternum, dipping his head to my view I feel him cup my face "Jane, W-wait For Me"

"Go Rowan please, Just go" moving my head from his hands I stepped away from his coconut essence, by now the tears have fallen but I managed to divert my head elsewhere.

The more he stared at me, I wanted to tear apart, taking matters into my own hands I look away closing the door, forcing him out.

"Jane" he whispers once more until The sound my clicking door tore me apart.

That might be my last time seeing him, the only safety I have had since the beginning is gone, I do care for Rowan and that's why I agree to letting him go, Maybe away from me they'll divert the attention away from him.