“Have you done what I told you?” Maddox rumbled.
I smiled secretively. “Yes.”
“If that’s the case, then this must really turn you on,” he rasped as his hand slid higher, his fingers sliding between my thighs. He stroked the sensitive skin there, smiling hungrily. He had asked me not to touch myself in the six days we hadn’t seen each other.
I rubbed his cock with the heel of my foot. “What about you?”
“Chaste like a monk.” As if to prove his point, his cock slowly became erect under my ministrations. His fingers trailed higher, brushing over my panties on occasion. I was growing increasingly aroused and knew Maddox could feel it through the flimsy material. His pointer finger pushed my panties aside and teased the ridge between my pussy lips lightly but never touched my clit.
His eyes were on me as he fed me another bite of cake. The moment the mango-passionfruit flavor exploded on my tongue, the pad of his finger brushed my clit and I moaned.
Steps sounded and Amo appeared in the doorway. I jerked upright and swallowed the cake.
Amo glanced between Maddox and me with a look of pure suspicion. Maddox’s finger still drew tiny circles on my clit and I couldn’t tell him to stop with Amo present. Luckily, the tented blanket covered up everything, but the knowledge of what was currently happening beneath it, still made my cheeks heat.
“You okay?” Amo asked.
“I choked on a piece of cake,” I lied quickly.
Amo rolled his eyes. “Mom asked me if you want us to drive by the vegan cupcake shop and pick up samples today.”
“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth.
When he was out of sight, Maddox resumed his very distracting circling of my clit with even more fervor, making me pant.
“How am I supposed to focus on cake if you keep doing that?” I muttered. Maddox seemed completely unperturbed except for his very hard cock under my foot.
He tasted a piece of a yellow cake.
“I like this one, it reminds me of your pussy.”
I glanced around but we were alone.
Maddox chuckled and I sent him a glare.
“Don’t be ridiculous, how can cake taste like me?”
“There’s a subtle tartness that surprises you but is quickly followed by a sweet finish that makes you want to keep eating and lick your fingers afterward.”
I flushed, remembering Maddox’s talented tongue. He stroked lower and dipped a finger into me, followed by a second. “I see you’re thinking about the same thing I am.”
“And what would that be?” I asked matter-of-factly as I delicately put a bite of the black forest cake into my mouth, trying not to moan again as Maddox fucked me with two fingers, twisting them in a way that made my toes curl.
He moved quick as lightning as he dropped to the floor and moved under the blanket. Pushing one of my legs to the side, and then my panties, he licked my pussy. “Oh shit,” I gasped. I looked around in panic as Maddox buried his tongue even deeper between my pussy lips, really tasting me.
“Better than any cake,” he growled against my throbbing flesh. I wanted him to continue but at the same time, I was terrified of someone walking in on us. I’d never be able to face my family again if one of them caught us in the act. With sheer force of will, I pushed his head away, but he managed another lick that almost made me weep. When he reappeared from under the blanket his hair was disheveled and face flushed. Worst was the shininess of his lips.
I was so horny by then, I almost shoved him back under the blanket to finish what he started. I could live with the consequences.
Maddox leaned up, bringing our faces very close. “Let a starving man eat his favorite treat, Snow White.”
I got up and quickly smoothed my bathrobe, glad it covered my satin nightgown which was probably soaked by now as well.
“Come on,” I muttered.
Maddox pushed to his feet, raising his eyebrows. I grabbed his hand and he grabbed the vanilla cupcake before I dragged him out of the living room, and into the guest bathroom. I locked it behind us. Maddox’s smile became wolfish. He tugged open my bathrobe and hoisted me on the massive marble washing table before he dipped his finger in the vanilla frosting and spread it over my pussy lips.
“You’re making a mess,” I protested but then I closed my eyes and just enjoyed Maddox’s capable tongue as it licked the vanilla cream off my pussy.
“This is my favorite,” he groaned against my flesh. I tightened my hold on his hair, and he took the clue and buried his tongue back inside of me. Maddox really took his time, bringing me to the brink only to pull back and kiss the inside of my thighs. He probably wanted us to get caught, but I was beyond a point where I could care. I tugged harder at his hair. “Maddox,” I hissed.
Maddox chuckled. “What do you want?”
“I want to come.”
Maddox kissed me lightly. “You want to cream in my dirty biker mouth.”
I nodded.
“Say it, Snow White.”
I glared. “I want to cream in your dirty biker mouth.”
He closed his lips around my clit and sucked. I exploded within seconds, rocking my hips desperately.
When Maddox straightened, he looked smug. I hopped off the counter. Fixing him with a hard look, I tugged down his zipper and freed his erection. Then I grabbed the remaining vanilla cream and brushed it across his tip. Not wasting time thinking about it, I got down on my knees and licked the cream off his cock. “Holy shit,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. I circled my tongue around his tip until it was clean then straightened.
“We need to decide on flavors, no time for this.”
“Snow White, don’t be cruel.”
I smiled. “It runs in my blood.” I unlocked the door. “No sex before the wedding night.”
“Fuck,” he groaned as I sauntered outside.
Aunt Gianna had organized the bridal shower, guaranteeing that it wouldn’t be a bore like these kinds of things tended to be in our circle. After all, women weren’t supposed to have fun before their wedding or without their husband.
In addition to many women from my extended family, my two friends from college whom I had seen only a few times since the kidnapping were invited. Since their fathers were businessmen who ran in the same circle as we did, they weren’t a safety risk.
After getting manicures and pedicures, we got drunk in a party limousine on Times Square before we parked in the alley behind one of Dad’s clubs. It was one of the strip clubs that had a level with female dancers and one with male dancers. Two of said male dancers strolled toward our car and did an amazing striptease on the roof and hood of the car. I guessed Gianna wasn’t done pissing Dad off yet, and I had a talent for it as well.
Some of my guests even closed their eyes when the dancers ripped away their pants to the tiny thong beneath, probably worried about their husband’s reactions.
When I told Maddox on the phone about this the next morning, he only laughed. The right man for me.