Chapter 6 Dottie #2
His hands are up my skirt, yanking down my panties before I have a chance to consider stopping him. Who am I kidding? This train has left the station, and I'm tooting the horn in delight.
The fabric tears, and he brings the soggy tatters to his mouth, skating his tongue out to lick the black lace like he can't help himself.
Holy shit.
Maddox closes his eyes and growls like a feral beast. He presses me back on the desk and drops to his knees, burying his face between my legs. His trim beard grazes my inner thighs, and I whimper as he spreads me wide.
When his tongue finds my clit, I arch up off the desk, reaching for his hair with a cry. I pull it hard, and he moans, doubling his efforts as I pant and moan out my pleasure.
"Oh, my god, yes, yes, yes!" I chant, wishing I could be sexy and cool while my number one fantasy happens in real life.
But no, I dissolve into a whiny, pleading mess.
I've taken care of myself for years, but his mouth on my most sensitive flesh is like nothing I could have imagined. "Please don't stop. Oh, God!"
When he fucks me with his tongue, thrusting into my soaked core, I ride his face, trying to get more friction where I need it.
"Is this what you need, baby?" he mumbles against my skin, his large finger filling my pussy. I clench around him, and he flicks his tongue against my clit as he thrusts his finger in and out of my soaked sex.
"Oh, oh, oh, yes! Yes! Please, please, please," I cry, calling out my pleasure.
I roll my head from side to side on the desk as I focus on the sensations coursing through my body.
My orgasm builds like a stoked fire burning out of control.
The desperate need to come wars with the burning desire to prolong this moment forever.
I run my hands over my breasts, plucking my nipples through my shirt to ground myself in the moment.
Lifting my head, I gaze at Maddox between my legs.
His eyes are on me, watching me play with myself.
The heat he sends my way is more than I can take, and a fresh wave of desire soaks his face.
My fate is sealed when Maddox moans, “This beautiful pussy is pure fucking gold. Give me your honey, Dottie."
He inserts a second finger, doubling his efforts on my clit, and I shatter around him. My soaked core throbs with my release, pulsing around his fingers as he laps at my juices until I’m boneless and at his mercy.
"Fucking delicious." He stands, licking me from his fingers with satisfaction, like it's his first proper meal in years.
I bite my lip as I stare up at him. "What was that?" I whisper, suddenly horrified that I allowed my enemy to make me come. Hard.
"Heaven," Maddox answers immediately. "Ready for another?"
I bark out a loud, unladylike laugh of pure delight despite my warring thoughts. He grins, and I swallow hard, still unaccustomed to the way it changes his face.
Sitting up, I pull him toward me for a kiss as I work up the courage to unzip his pants. I wince, accidentally using my sore hand, and switch, but he pulls back.
“What’s wrong, love?” The concern in his eyes takes my breath away.
“It’s nothing.”
He raises an eyebrow, and I know he’s not going to let it go.
“I hurt my hand banging on your front door this morning. That thing is hideous, by the way.”
Maddox smiles wryly. “My father lacks both morals and taste.”
He takes my hand, holding it between both of his. Lowering his head, his breath whispers over our skin as he murmurs a spell. My hand grows warm and tingly. Somehow, this moment is more intimate than when he buried his face between my legs.
“Holy shit. The pain is gone,” I breathe, clenching and flexing my hand in disbelief. “You’re powerful.”
“Don’t tell anyone,” he says, his brow furrowed.
I reach forward, brushing a lock of hair off his forehead. “I won’t.”
He smiles at me, and I want more. More of him. His breath catches as I pull him toward me by his waistband, but we both jump as the study door suddenly flies open.
I turn the other way, quickly hopping off the desk as Maddox greets the intruder.
"Gigi," Maddox says, shielding as I tug my clothes back into place.
"Get her out of here, Maddox," a feminine voice says firmly as I hide behind him. "Your father introduced you, and you weren't there."
"Shit," Maddox curses, turning to face me as the door closes. All the joy is gone from his eyes, replaced with the icy glare I know all too well.
My stomach drops as our stolen moment floats away like it's trapped in a bubble.
"Go," Maddox growls.
I step back quickly.
"I’ll shield you through the ballroom. Stick to the walls. Nobody will see you, but they will feel you if you bump into them, so stay out of the way. When you get to the kitchen, you need to leave."
I don't know what to say, so I simply nod and head to the door without another word.
As I skirt along the hallway, I try to ignore the emotions pummeling me. Exhilaration is at the top of the list, especially when I remember his eyes on me as he brought me so much pleasure. It’s quickly followed by guilt that I’ve let my brothers down, and gratitude for his protection.
But above all is the regret that we didn’t have more time.