“Then maybe you should lock the door?”
Maddox shakes his head while slamming shut his bathroom door and fixing the lock into place.
“Stop me. Tell me to stop,” he begs when he returns to my side of the bathroom.
He doesn’t stand as close as he was when I kissed him. There’s a massive barrier between us, a barrier that ensures I’ll never concede to his demand. He’s hard, and the button on his sleeping pants doesn’t look capable of containing his erection for much longer.
“No.”
He kisses my non-bruised cheek, my jaw, then one side of my mouth. “No, you want me to stop? Or no, don’t stop?”
“Don’t stop.”
When he pulls back to make sure he heard me correctly, I slant my head to the side so the bruised half of my face is shadowed by the unflattering light above our head.
“Don’t hide from me, Demi.” His voice is a whisper but as powerful as a roar. “Don’t ever fucking hide from me.”
After kissing the welt on my right cheek and the cut a bucket-load of tears washed out last night, he returns my kiss. Gently, ever so gently, he tastes my lips, glides them along his, and draws in the shuddering breaths his awe-inspiring kiss instigates.
It’s an all-encompassing embrace that sees me kissing him back as if our lives aren’t precariously dangling in the breeze. Tongues, lips, teeth, they all get in on the act. Even my nipples can’t be held back from the festivities. They bud against Maddox’s chest, encouraging him to cup my thighs and guide my legs around his waist.
Our kiss goes on and on and on, and the entire time, Maddox keeps one hand on my ass and the other lodged halfway between my nape and the now-drenched roots of my hair.
I thought he would have pulled out his cock by now, pushed aside my panties, and driven home. He hasn’t even cupped my breasts, which are begging for his attention. He merely kisses me like this is enough. Like his every desire is being satisfied.
“Not yet,” he forces out with a groan when my needs get the better of me. After grinding his thick cock into the hand I lowered to his crotch, assuring me he’s as into this as me, he says, “I’ve been dreaming about kissing you for years. I’m nowhere near done with this stage yet.”
Years?
I shudder through the thrill his confession awarded my body, then pretend as if I didn’t. “We can kiss while doing other things. I’m good at multitasking.”
I feel Maddox’s smile more than I see it. “You might be skilled in multitasking, but I most certainly am not.” His throaty voice does naughty things to my panties. “Well, I am, just not when I want to be greedy.”
“Greedy?” I ask, a little lost.
“I’ve not yet found a way to kiss…” He swipes his tongue across my lips. “Eat…” He feels the mess he made of my panties when the hand gripping my neck lowers to the soaked-through material. “And fuck at the same time.”
O. M. G. Maddox Walsh has a filthy mouth in the bedroom, and I’m obsessed with it.
“So, until I work out how I can do all of the above at the same time, we’ll need to take things one step at a time.”
“Is there a rule that says kissing has to be first?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
A mini orgasm tightens my core when he throws his head back and laughs. Our bodies are intimately joined. I feel every vibration of his chuckles. They have me fighting like crazy not to throw my head back and moan through the sensation awakening within me.
I shouldn’t have bothered holding back. Maddox seems to know all my inner-workings. “Jesus, Demi. Did you just come? Are you coming right now?” Although he’s asking questions, he doesn’t give me the chance to deny his accurate claims. “Oh, fuck this, I need in on that.”
After reattaching our lips, he walks us into the main part of his room. We kiss the entire trip, and the head of his fat cock rubs the buzzing nub between my legs with every step he takes.
When we reach his bed, I’m anticipating for him to place me down before he drops his lips several inches lower, so you can picture my shock when he spins around, plants his backside on the edge of the bed, then flops back, leaving me seated in his lap.
The veins feeding his magnificent cock could easily get me off, but Maddox has other ideas. “Bring it to me.” Shock must register on my face as he’s quick to alleviate my confusion. “Your pussy. If you want me to kiss it, you’re gonna need to bring it to me.”
When he licks his lips, I shudder. Maddox Walsh wants me to ride his face, and I’m horny enough to do it. “I’ve not… I’m not…”
“You’ve never sat on a guy’s face before?”
I wouldn’t have worded it that way, but he’s on the money.
When I nod, he licks his lips again before he stretches them into an insanely sexy grin.
Fuck sanity.
I’d rather endure a six-year stint in a mental hospital than give this up.
“That’s it,” Maddox encourages when I shimmy up his body. “Put your knees on each side of my head.” You have no idea how hard it is not to immediately sink onto his face. His voice is gravelly and thick, and it carries through every inch of me. “Now pull those panties to the side.” His growl when I do as asked causes my knees to hug his head. It’s deliciously rough. “You’ll want to watch this,” he grunts out when I take a minute to gather my bearings.
I’m not in shock.
Well, I kind of am.
In all honesty, I never thought this day would arrive, not to mention after he placed his life on the line for me.
When Maddox gets my eyes, he curls his arms around my legs, spreads them wider, then asks me to drop. I’m certain he’s on the verge of being suffocated when he drags the tip of his nose through the crevice in my pussy to suck in the smell of my arousal. The thrill of anticipation it scuttles through my veins is enough to pull my knees out from beneath me.
Fortunately for me, Maddox thinks it’s all part of my brilliant plan to seduce him.
He moans a husky, “Yes,” into my pussy before he wholly devours it.
Just like our kiss, the movements of his mouth and the sweeps of his tongue are gentle and sweet, but as the tension grows between us, so does his pace.
A strangled noise leaves my throat when he sucks my clit into his mouth a couple of licks later. I’m so sensitive, it takes me concentrating on one of the freckles dotted across his nose not to come after one tug.
His skin has a golden hue from spending hours in the sun, so his freckles are harder to spot now than they were when I searched for them as a child. They are great orgasm blockers. Not because they’re not sexy—they increase Maddox’s appeal, not decrease it—but because I’m so immersed in my treasure hunt, I can keep my focus on anything but Maddox going to town on my pussy.
“I see how it is,” Maddox mumbles a couple of seconds later. “I need to work for your climax, not have it gifted to me on a silver platter.” After playfully biting the inside of my thigh, he blows a hot breath over my super sensitive pussy. “I washed dishes for hours and went home content with a peck kiss on my cheek, so I think I’m up for the challenge.”
“Sweet mother of God,” I murmur to myself when he pokes his tongue inside of me.