19. Dirty Little Secret
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DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
MAGGIE
Dirty Little Secret By The All-American Rejects
I walk across the field toward the stage. The current band plays to a loud and energizing Nashville crowd. Of all the places we’ve stopped so far, this has been my favorite. Not just because of Felix.
The backstage area is busy with bands congregating and roadies stopping to enjoy the music in between carrying equipment. I find Felix tuning his guitar in a small area off the makeshift hall where the music is muffled. He looks up as if he can feel my presence and pushes the hair from his forehead to reveal his midnight blue eyes. Why does he have to look so good, so beautiful, especially as his fingers deftly move over the strings—the same calloused fingers that moved just as carefully, just as experienced, over my body.
When he sees me staring at him, and not from behind my camera, his gaze turns almost wolfish, the kind of look that sets my pulse racing. It’s like he hasn’t laid eyes on me in far longer than just a day and I like how it causes the butterflies to bang against my stomach.
That is until he opens his smart mouth, and I don’t know whether I want to fuck him or smack him.
“You doing a little better today, Sass?”
I narrow my eyes. “I’m doing just fine,” I reply haughtily.
He chuckles, and I know I’m busted.
“Do not think that you’re some kind of sex God because you broke my vagina,” I whisper shout and check to make sure no one heard me.
“Oh, I don’t think it, Sass,” he says arrogantly. “I know it.”
I clench my fists, frustrated and aroused in equal measure. Damn him for being right. He did break my vagina, and I’ll go to hell for wanting him to do it again.
He stands, guitar strap sliding off his shoulder, and I have to crane my neck to meet his intense gaze. I let him pull me close, but when his lips almost meet mine, I pull away.
“What are you doing?” I whisper urgently, paranoid about potential witnesses.
“Not fully recovered yet?” he suggests.
I roll my eyes and grab his hand, dragging him behind the stacked equipment boxes for a bit of privacy.
“Okay, maybe you are recovered,” Felix chuckles, misinterpreting my intentions as he grabs my hips and backs me into the darkened corner. I’m helpless against the callused pads of his thumbs brushing my skin.
“No, it’s just I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression,” I explain, gazing up at his half-lidded eyes.
His cocky smile falters but his hands remain on my hips. “And what impression is that?”
“That we’re… you know.” I gesture between the two of us.
“Having fun?” He uses my own choice of words back at me.
“Something like that.”
He looks at our surroundings. “Aren’t we a little old to be playing cloak-and-dagger?”
“I… don’t think I want other people to know what we’re doing.”
“We’re both adults, Maggs,” he argues, and I can tell he’s a bit annoyed by my hesitation.
But he’s right, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. “I know, but I’m here for work, and I don’t want people thinking I’m just fucking the rockstar. If Dylan knew…”” I trail off. “He wouldn’t take me seriously. In fact, I don’t think a lot of people take me seriously.”
He sets his jaw, considering my words. “ I take you seriously, Maggie,” he says softly, and I believe him.
“You understand me then?”
“So you want me to be your dirty little secret?” he asks with an amused expression, his thumbs inching under my shirt.
“Okay it’s not dirty, but let’s keep it a secret, for now.”
He tips his head down, his lips a hair’s breadth from mine, and I can smell the sweet scent of his shampoo.
“No one can know?” He feathers his lips across mine.
“No one.”
“Well you better keep quiet, Sass,” he says cheekily, right before he kneels, pushing my jean skirt up, and pressing kisses to my inner thigh.
“What are you doing?” I breathe out nervously feeling his mouth against my panties.
“Making you feel better, Sass,” he bargains, sinking his teeth into me.
“Oh God,” I breathe. “Don’t you have to go on stage?” I ask in a panic, but I really don’t care right now if he misses the show, especially when his fingers slide under my panties.
“Shhh…” his breath is cool against my heated sex, and I shiver. “If you can’t stay quiet, then neither will I.” His tongue dips inside, making me dizzy with pleasure.
“You’re such an asshole right now,” I manage to grit out.
“I know baby,” he groans against my clit. “But fuck do you taste good,” he says and I nearly collapse into a pool at his feet.
He grips my hips tighter, pulling me further into his mouth as shockwaves run through my body. I grip the speaker with one hand while the other grips his hair, holding him to me. He’s too skilled, too intense. I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
“Felix!” I cry out his name as I come undone, my thighs trembling around his head. But he holds onto me, prolonging my climax until I’m a boneless, quivering mess.
He stands up, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re not being very quiet, Maggie.” He turns me around and my palms hit the speaker.
I hear the familiar sound of his zipper and the tear of a condom packet before his hard cock presses against my entrance, and I arch my back, silently begging for him to take me.
“Do you think you can take me again like a good girl?” he whispers in my ear, and I nod frantically, too turned on to form words because bossy Felix is on another level. I would never take shit from some guy in any other circumstance but this… this is hot, and I think he’s unlocked a new kink.
The moment he slides inside me, I let out a guttural moan. He fills me up so perfectly, stretching me in the most delicious way. I can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he starts to thrust, and it’s almost too much to bear. Especially with the thought of being caught.
Somewhere beyond the speakers I hear Dusty’s gruff voice, “Where the fuck is Felix?”
I try to suppress a laugh.
My amusement is cut short when he reaches around to rub my clit, and I nearly see stars. I’m so close, teetering on the edge of another mind-blowing orgasm. The sound of more voices in the distance causes Felix’s movements to become more hurried, his breathing growing ragged against my neck. He’s close too.
“Jesus, Maggie,” he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. “Why do you have to feel so fucking good?”
I can hear the band on stage give their final goodbyes, and the roar of the crowd sending them off. The equipment boxes rattle, and voices switch from muffled to loud as people pass by, but even with the impending shit storm if he doesn’t go on stage, he still keeps me at bay. We’re running out of time, but neither of us can bring ourselves to stop.
“Please,” I whimper, pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts.
He groans, his fingers working my clit in tight circles. “You know I like it when you beg.”
And with those words, I’m done for. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, and I bite down on my lip to stifle my scream. It does no good, and he clamps his palm over my mouth to stifle the sound. Felix follows right behind me, his cock pulsing inside me as he finds his own release.
We stay like that for a moment, pressed together as we catch our breath. I can feel his heart hammering against my back, and I know mine is beating just as fast.
He pulls out, and while I pull my skirt back down and reach for my panties on the floor, he tucks himself back into his pants. When I look at him, I’m not prepared for the way his expression makes me feel. I lean in and take his lips, tasting myself on his tongue, swallowing the sweet and bitter blend. I don’t want to pull away, but I have to, especially when Dusty yells more expletives in the distance.
“Shit,” Felix mutters. “I think I like being your dirty little secret, Sass,” he murmurs, his lips hovering just above mine.
I think I like it too.