“She’s watching us,” Marcella mumbled.
I followed her gaze. The Rottweiler sat on its haunches and watched us, panting. “She won’t tell on us, don’t worry.”
Marcella rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I mean, but it’s kind of strange to have her watch us, don’t you think?”
“Snow White, I’m horny as fuck. An angry bear could be watching us and I’d still eat you out like my last treat.”
Marcella raised one dark eyebrow. “You aren’t eating me out yet.”
“Oh, but I’ll be doing it in a few minutes from now.” I kissed her again, my fingers teasing her nipple, twisting and tugging the little nub until Marcella was writhing against me. She tore her lips away from mine, looking up at me with hooded eyes. “Don’t you remember that I said I want to take things slow.”
“Does that mean you don’t want me to take care of you?” I said in a low voice.
The conflict shone in her eyes. If I were a better person, I would have stopped teasing her nipple and squeezing her perky ass cheek to make the decision easier for her. But I’d never in my life desired a woman more than I did Marcella. And not just that. “I just want to be close to you after the shitshow of the last few days. I want to remind myself why it’s worth it.”
“Do you need reminding?”
“When I look at you, that’s reminder enough, but whenever I see you, I just want to be as close to you as possible.”
Marcella stood on her tiptoes and captured my lips for another kiss. “I know what you mean. I feel the same way. I promised myself to take things slow because it seemed like the reasonable thing to do considering how our relationship had started.”
Surprise washed through me hearing her say that she considered what we had a relationship.
Maddox looked stunned by my comment.
“You don’t think we’re in a relationship?”
Maddox let out a disbelieving laugh. “Girl, I want you to be my woman. I want everyone to know. Of course, I want us to be in a relationship so I can tell everyone that you’re mine and that they need to stay the fuck away from you. But so far you’ve kept me at arm’s length especially in public. I wasn’t sure you knew what you wanted. Maybe you only wanted a bit of fun with me.”
Maddox was right. I hadn’t owned up to my feelings for Maddox in public. “I’m being a coward. I know. But I just need a little more time to make us public but that doesn’t mean I don’t want us to be together behind closed doors. Is that enough for you for now?”
“I take whatever you’re willing and ready to give me.”
I pushed up on my tiptoes and kissed Maddox even harder. He didn’t need any encouragement though. His fingers slipped back inside my bra and tugged at my nipple in the most delicious way. The sensations spread all the way to my pulsating center.
“I need you,” I whispered.
“I’m here,” Maddox murmured.
“I need your touch, your mouth.”
Maddox fell to his knees before me without warning and shoved my shirt up, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on my naked belly while his fingers unbuttoned my jeans. When the last button popped open, he tugged my jeans and panties down impatiently.
My eyes darted to Santana once more. She’d stretched out on the grass and was watching us through half closed eyes. I wished she would just sleep. I wasn’t sure if I could let loose with her watching us like that.
Maddox tugged at the legs of my jeans until I stepped out of them, standing in the middle of the woods completely naked from my belly down. I was about to voice my uncertainty, but then Maddox pressed a firm kiss to my mount, right against my clit. I gasped and held on to his head.
Any protest died on my mouth as Maddox dove between my folds, teasing my clit with his piercing. I threw my head back, staring up at the cloudy sky as Maddox circled my nub.
“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.”