by Shandi Boyes
The Walsh brothers aren’t solely known for their good looks and player ways. Their fierce protection of those they love is also blatantly obvious. That’s why I’m so shocked Justine is attending a university over a hundred miles from here. I didn’t think her brothers’ tethers extended that far.
“Did you want to do it here or in the bathroom?” I spin to face Maddox, almost stumbling when I realize just how close his stalk is. My lips are mere inches from his, although nowhere near as close as they are to his chest. This is the annoying part of being a short-ass. I’d have a better chance of ‘accidentally’ sucking his nipple into my mouth than his tongue. I’d take either, but since I’m unsure if that is what he wants, I have to act nonchalant. “The lighting in the bathroom is probably better.”
“Sounds good,” Maddox replies, his voice throaty and deep. “I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
Excitement blisters through my veins until it dawns on me what he’s doing. Flirting is his go-to emotion when he feels snowed under. Mine is pretending I’m fine.
“Can you spin around for a tick?” I sheepishly wave my hand at my bra dumped at the foot of Maddox’s bed. “I need to put my bra back on.”
His eyes drop to my now-budded nipples before he curses, then turns around. “Sorry. Bad habit I don’t ever see me giving up.”
The gash in my cheek burns when I smile. I’ll suffer the injustice because that wasn’t a preplanned slide into seduction mode. It was a genuine slip-up.
“Okay. You’re good to go,” I announce once I have my strapless bra in place.
Maddox spins around for barely a second before he snaps his eyes shut, and the veins weaved throughout his tattooed arms pulsate as furiously as the throb between my legs. He’s shirtless, and I can no longer act as if I haven’t noticed the fact.
“Are you sure you’re good to go because, to me, it looks like you’re not wearing a shirt.” He pops open one of his eyes, does the quickest scan of my body, then closes it tight again. “Or pants. You’re either standing in front of me in a pair of teeny tiny I-really-fucking-hope-I’m-not- dreaming panties and bra, or I’m dreaming. Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”
“You’re not dreaming.”
“Are you sure?” I giggle like a schoolgirl when he drags his hand across the front of his low-riding sleeping pants that show off every spectacular inch of his ‘V’ muscle. “Because I’d rather blame a wet dream for the mess in my pants than the removal of dental braces.” When his fingertips come up free of carnage, he sighs heavily. “Jesus, Demi. You can’t scare a man like that. I was certain I had done a Flint.”
Still laughing, I pace into the bathroom. “If you had, the entire Walsh reputation would have been voided by default.”
“I know,” he replies, following after me. “Why do you think I was so worried?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer him, he simply requests me to stand in front of the tiled wall next to the freestanding shower. “Although I now feel a little guilty about what Robert went through.” He grabs at his crotch, returning my smile. “He had a reason for his boner. Do you remember the dress you wore to the homecoming dance?”
I shake my head, truly forgetful.
Maddox doesn’t seem as absentminded as me. “The midsection was cut out in a crisscross design. If you squinted your eyes the right way, you could almost pretend you were wearing a bikini top.” He moves my hair to one side of my neck before tilting my chin, so the bruise my uncle’s goon inflicted when he grabbed ahold of me is front and center. “It didn’t seem like your style. It was nice and all, just—”
“More something Ophelia would have worn?”
He snaps my profile two times before he lowers his iPhone from his face, so I can’t miss the lift of his chin. “Do you miss her?”
Ophelia died in a traffic accident over four years ago. I want to say her death was the commencement of my uncle’s downfall, but that would be a lie. Dying was the only way Ophelia was guaranteed any peace, so although I do miss her, I believe she’s better off where she is.
“You don’t have to explain your motives to me, Demi,” Maddox assures when my quiet causes an awkward stretch of silence to extend between us. “Nobody can judge your life because they’ve never walked a day in your shoes.”
The same blue eyes that peered down at me fourteen years ago watch me now, but there’s just not an ounce of green to them, freeing me from the worry I’m about to make a fool of myself.
The scent of the homemade hollandaise sauce Maddox burned to the bottom of the pan an hour ago fans my lips when I balance on my tippy toes and plant my mouth on his. He doesn’t weave his fingers through my hair like I’m hoping, nor does he band his arms around my back to draw me closer, he merely murmurs a prayer against my lips loud enough for me to hear. “Please, God, forgive me for what I’m about to do.”
I assume he’s begging for forgiveness because he’s about to reject me. I’ve never been happier to be wrong in my life. He doesn’t pull back like he begs himself to do two times. He kisses me—once. It’s a frugal yet carnal embrace that has me craving so much more.
“Don’t. Fuck. I can’t,” Maddox murmurs against my mouth when I do the movement I wanted his fingers to do twenty seconds ago. I weave them through his reddish-blond locks before tilting my mouth so we’re better aligned. “You’re hurt and vulnerable. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” He peppers my lips, jaw, and neck with kisses with each word he speaks. He even adds a little nibble to his longer sentence. “Caidyn will fucking kill me if he walks in on us now.”
“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.”
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nbsp; 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.
I’ve been eaten out before, but it was with the guy who took my virginity without breaking the seal, and it was nothing like this. This feels so good, I rock back and forth instead of being embarrassed the first time Maddox saw my pussy was from me shoving it in his face.
My cheeks grow warm as the panties I’m holding to the side slip in the damp conditions. My self-control is running out. I’m about to come.
“Do it, Demi,” Maddox suggests like he’s truly tapped into my inner-workings. “Come hard and fast on my face.”
The gravelly deliverance of his words forces me to grip the headboard in a white-knuckled hold. Maddox keeps my soaked panties in place with one hand before he uses the other to pull me down lower on his face. I almost vault off the bed when his teeth graze my clit. He eats me like he’s starved, and after several perfectly placed licks, jabs, and tugs, I have no choice but to respond to the intensity brewing in my stomach.
When I come with a mangled groan, I try to close my legs, but since Maddox’s head is wedged between them, I can’t. The knowledge has me shrieking even louder. I arch my back as tingle after tingle hits my pussy. The crush of my senses is almost overwhelming. I shudder and shake and chant Maddox’s name in a high-pitch, desperate scream as if he’s a god. And he laps up every damn scream with big, hearty licks before he makes me come all over again.
13
Maddox
I went into the bathroom with good intentions and high morals. When I carried Demi out, I thought I had left them sitting in the toilet. I should have trusted Demi more than that. She isn’t riding my face because she feels obligated, she’s doing it because she wants to, it feels good, and she’s forgotten all about the shitstorm that rained down on her last night.
She may even be doing it because she’s wanted this for as long as I have.
It’s amazing how free you feel when you stop leaving things to chance.
“Nuh-uh,” I murmur against Demi’s swollen clit when she attempts to hook one of her wobbly legs over my head. I’ve made her come twice, beads of sweat are rolling down her chest, but I’m not close to being finished. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I’m not a religious man, but I have words with God for the second time tonight when Demi replies, “I want to return the favor.”
“Return the favor? Nah. You’ve contributed more than your share.” I’m not lying. I am so desperate to taste her again, I’m clawing at her thighs in desperation, hating that her delectable pussy is inches above me instead of being squashed against my mouth. “How about you respread those legs and let go again?”
When her thighs stop hugging my ears, a confident sign she’s happy with my plan, I bunch her soaked panties in my hand, then tug them away from her sinfully sexy body.
“I’ll buy you another pair,” I grunt in confirmation when her moan comes out strangled. She could be turned on by my aggression, but I don’t want to risk the chance the thud of my pulse in my ears has me mistaking an annoyed groan as a moan.
After dumping the cotton material on top of the dress that almost caused me to have a coronary last night, I say, “Lower onto my mouth again. Bring that sweet pussy to my lips.”
My
thick voice exposes how badly I’m dying to feast on her again. It would be quicker if I rolled her over, spread her thighs, then delved my head between her legs, but that also means I’d be taking all the control.
I can’t do that.
I need to know Demi is here because she wants to be. A woman not in control of her life wouldn’t straddle my head as if it was a seat.
“That’s it. Right fucking there.”
As a smell I can see me becoming obsessed with fills my nostrils, I curl my arms around Demi’s ass, kneed the bouncing globes of flesh with my hands, then tug her forward so I don’t have to kink my neck to spear my tongue inside her pussy.
I fuck her with my tongue, grind the tip of my nose into her clit, and double the buzzes hitting the nervy bud with my teeth for the next several minutes.
She’s so fucking sensitive, her third orgasm arrives even quicker than her first two.
As a simpering growl rolls through her, she tries to burrow her dripping sex into my face. She makes the cutest sounds when she comes. They’re not quite grunts, but they’re a step or two above wanton moans.
When she says my name in a husky grunt, announcing her climax is coming to an end, the room commences spinning. I’d give anything to keep her pussy attached to my mouth for eternity, but the amount of time we spend in our blissful bubble isn’t up to me. Col hung a bomb above Demi’s head. The timer is ticking down, and I have no fucking clue where he’s hidden the detonator. If I want to eat Demi’s pussy more than once, I need to man the fuck up and protect her how she deserves to be protected.
After rolling off my sweat-slicked body, Demi flops onto a set of pillows I’ll never look at without smiling. She’s exhausted, but her eyes remain on me when I enter the bathroom to gather a washcloth and towel.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask while placing a warm washcloth between her legs. My hunger to eat her had the prickles on my chin scratching the sensitive parts of her body. The skin between her pussy and her ass is almost raw.