“Part your legs for me, Snow White, so I can really taste you.”
I widened my stance, feeling the cool autumn air touch my heated flesh before Maddox’s mouth covered it once more. I moaned when his tongue pushed into me. My hips rocked back and force driving him deeper.
I rode Maddox’s tongue with abandon, sliding back and forth, almost delirious from the feel of it against my clit. Maddox allowed me to chase my own pleasure, to take it. He watched me and eventually I returned his gaze, ignoring my hesitation and embarrassment, and enjoying to see how Maddox gave me pleasure with his lips and tongue. He smirked against my pussy and cupped my clit with his lips. My entire being seemed to bundle in this small spot until the sensations radiated outward and through my entire body.
I tensed and gasped as the wave of pleasure overcame me. My legs nearly gave in but Maddox’s strong hands on my hips kept me steady. As I allowed the waves of my orgasm to claim my body, I was unable to move, but Maddox kept up the gentle ministrations of his tongue, and every stroke of it along my sensitive flesh sent another shockwave of pleasure through me. I fought against the louder sounds wanting to burst out of me.
My lips parted. I let my head fall back, breathing heavily as I stared up at the sky. Maddox’s lips closed around my clit, and at first the sensations were too much and I wanted to push him away, but he softened his approach and only lightly teased me with his lips until I began to rock against him again. I was drunk on this feeling, on Maddox’ touch, on him, drunk on the way he made me feel, not just with his fingers and mouth and cock, but also with his smile, his words, his closeness, especially how I felt like I was enough when I was with him, allowed to be imperfect.
A twig snapped and I froze. Maddox pulled away, wiping his mouth before he stood. He looked around.
“Was I too loud? Do you think someone saw us? Maybe Growl?”
Maddox gave me a wry smile and pulled me against him once more. “You weren’t loud enough, if you ask me. Next time I want you to scream out my name.”
I nudged his shoulder, glancing around once more. “I don’t want Growl to tell Dad he caught us having sex in the middle of the woods.”
“We weren’t having sex, but I’m up for it.” Seeing my annoyed expression, he added, “I doubt it was Growl. He seems like a guy who knows how to stalk someone without making his presence known. I bet it was one of the horny teenage boys.”
My cheeks flamed. “You really think someone saw us?” I’d hoped it had been my imagination.
Another twig snapped and this time Maddox tore away from me and raced into the line of trees. More twigs broke and steps thundered away. Then someone cried out and a dull thud sounded.
I scrambled for my underwear and jeans and quickly got dressed. Two minutes later, Maddox appeared again, dragging one of the shelter boys behind him by his collar. Maddox held a phone in his hand. “Caught this one trying to send a video of us off to his friends.”
The color drained from my face. “Did he send it off?” I asked, not able to hide my panic. Dad would freak out, and after my striptease video, this one would make even bigger waves. I’d definitely never have to worry about my reputation again.
“I got to him in time. But we need to tell Growl. He needs to know that this kid planned to release material of the Capo’s daughter.”
“Don’t tell him!” the kid begged, but Maddox shoved him to the ground, looking furious. “Shut up. You’re lucky I didn’t ram my knife into your heart.”
I put Santana back on the leash and Maddox, the boy and I made our way back to the house.
This showed me again that Maddox and I would always have to be careful what we did in public, even when we thought we were alone outside of our homes. People were eager to get more information about me, especially if it was something as scandalous as public intercourse.
Growl immediately headed our way when he spotted Maddox dragging the kid behind him.
“What happened?” he asked, scanning me from head to toe. I’d checked twice if I was dressed properly and my hair wasn’t disheveled, but I still felt as if he could see in my face that I’d allowed Maddox to go down on me in the woods.
“The kid recorded Marcella and me and was about to send the video to some friends when I confiscated the thing.”
The look that Growl gave the boy would have terrified even hardened men. “Is that true?”