A/N: Hello loyal readers! I have finished another one-shot I would like to add to the collection.

This one features a more heavy topic than the others, so please be aware of what is ahead. If you are not into peeping-tom type of tropes, you may want to skip this one! Your mental health matters and if voyeurism is not your thing, please skip!

I hope you enjoy this little dive into some pure spice!


In the mountains up north in the Illean province of Likely, America and Maxon hiked up a quiet trail. This was the first time in a long while that both Maxon and America had some alone time following their recent marriage. And while they did honeymoon in Italy, per Princess Nicoletta's recommendation, it felt as if they never really got a chance to be alone. America spent more than a few nights on their two week vacation with Nicoletta and Maxon spent some time with her father, the King of Italy, trying to influence a better political relationship. But on this vacation, there were no cameras and no work.

Currently the only people allowed to know where they even were was Aspen and Lucy, both of whom were sworn to secrecy. Not even Marlee knew where they went. The only stipulation that Aspen made clear was that every night they would call him from their hotel room to make sure they got back safe. If he didn't hear a call by 6am the next morning, he let palace guards know to go look for them in the area. America, as she always has been, was very much against the idea. The only reason she was even swayed in the way of Aspen was because of Maxon. If Maxon didn't think it was a good idea, she wouldn't have agreed. So with the rules in place, America and Maxon were on a jet out to Likely for a week. The first day was spent meeting with the Mayor of Likely and her officials. There were publicity shots so people know that they aren't at the castle, but after that there were none. They went to the cabin and they were on their own the rest of the week.

The couple continued to hike, not really chatting with each other as they climbed up to what is considered the end of the trail. They were just trying to enjoy each other's company and the foliage around them. Naturally, America's mind wandered to what the rest of their marriage would be like. They had only tied the knot and said 'I do' five months prior. Certainly, a lot has changed since then, but what about after? They hadn't talked about when they wanted to get pregnant or what being parents would do to them. Honestly, America was afraid to bring it up. She knew that Maxon wanted lots of kids, but the timing of having children was more difficult than wanting.

Maxon's mind also wandered, but he took a less serious route. Maxon was thinking about whether he could fuck his wife up here. They talked to the Illea Parks Association in Likely about making sure the trails they hiked would be cleared the week they were up to insure their safety. No risks of getting hurt and no chances of interruption, but even if they were interrupted, maybe he wouldn't mind being caught (as long as they don't have a camera, that is). His cock began to harden at the thought…

America, bare beneath his grip. His eyes would slowly trace every curve of her body like she was an angel sent from heaven. He would trail the tip of his cock up and down her slit, wetting himself with her need as it oozed from her so beautifully. He would be gentle, toying with her lightly before pushing into her, prolonging the meeting of their hips together as long as he could. Once he felt they were ready, he would pull out just enough to make her eyes roll. Slowly, he would make love to her sweet body, drawing out every breath and moan. It would stay like this for a little, America moaning on every thrust in and her exhaling hard on every pull out. Her delicate fingers would circle her clit, careful not to over do it or snag on Maxon's pubes as she did. He would notice a person coming up the trail and proceed to pound into America harder. Her eyes would squeeze shut at the pleasure he was causing her. Her fingers would swirl faster around her clit and her other hand would find her free breasts and squeeze one of the nipples tightly. Eventually, she would cum around his cock making his pubic bone and balls wet to the touch. Maxon would keep going, trying to make America cum one more time before she realized there was an observer to their fun. After a final deep, hard, and heavy stroke- Maxon would fill America to the brim. His semen would be leaking from her hole down her ass, slowly covering the blanket below them. Maxon would look back before America could open her eyes to see if the voyeurist enjoyed the show and they would be gone.

His cock twitched… oh the joy of being able to do something like that. America had stopped about 10 feet ahead and was looking at him curiously. She could see the gears in his mind working and the erection that formed through his gray gym shorts but had no idea what he was thinking.

"My love, what are you thinking about?" She asked.

"Nothing of importance…" He lied. It was of immense importance, especially to him. Yet, when confronted with the option to share his idea- his fantasy- he lied to his wife. He sighed. "Honest?"

She nodded, "Honest, please."

He sighed, embarrassment flooding his system. He didn't really want to tell her but he knew that there would be a chance she shared the same fantasy he had conjured up. He enlightened her, "I was thinking about laying out a blanket at the top of the this trail and fucking you senseless…"

America didn't know what he was thinking- maybe that he was regretting this little mini-vacation or wearing the shoes he did since he refused to wear actual hiking boots. She wasn't sure what he was thinking, but it certainly wasn't that. Yet, even though she was surprised by his omission, she was oddly turned on by the idea he shared. Her mind quickly played through an interaction between them.

America would be bent over a rock facing down and out to the trail they just hiked. Her ass would be up and bright red due to Maxon's hand spanking her over and over again. He would thrust in and be relentless with her body. Her hands clasped between his behind her back. Her small tits pressed against the stone. Her legs quivering with delight as Maxon claimed her body once more. She would clench around him, finishing before he did. Shortly after, his thrust would speed up and he would finish in her, his length pulsing inside her till she was full. Maxon would revel in the bliss of his orgasm. America would open her eyes and see someone hiding a little further down the trail with their eyes trained on the royal couple. But she would blink and they would be running down the trail, leaving no proof of their interaction.

"America?"

"Hmm- What? Sorry."

"Are you okay? You seemed kind of zoned out."

She nods her head quickly, her bottom lip finding it's way between her teeth. She was just fine… well except for the every present need that was pooling between her legs. She wouldn't tell him that, though. "I'm okay. I guess I just got lost in my thoughts."

"Share?" He requested. America's mind ran, trying to come up with an innocent white lie but found none. Maxon curled his eyebrow up, and from that look alone America knew that he knew what she was thinking because he was thinking the same.

"I was just thinking about what… that… might be like."

Her face grew with heat, her body with need, and she was wanting to see what might happen so bad. Maxon just stood, watching her squirm relentlessly with desire… It was intoxicating and infectious.

He closed the distance between them, his finger tipping her chin up. His voice was soft and dripping with pure seduction as he whispered, "Let's explore, shall we?"

Without haste, his lips met hers in a reunion that was filled with passion, desire, and pure sexual need. Maxon wanted her, his erection growing more as they kissed. They stumbled a little till America had her ass firmly planted against a large rock nearby where they stopped. She shimmied out of her hiking pack, trying to lose the restrictive bindings that stopped her from pulling Maxon closer. Their bodies melded together in a passionate love that was unlike any other they had before. There was a new desire feeding them into a heated interaction they were excited to experience together. Maxon dropped his pack on the ground next, the excitement overwhelming him. His shirt came off, allowing America access to his bare chest- his abs that she loved so much. They broke apart to remove clothing. America ran her slim fingers up and down Maxon's stomach as they kissed, feeling the ripples of muscle beneath. Maxon worked to get her tank top off over her head, desperate to feel her skin the way she was feeling his. Then they stopped, America breathing heavier than she had the entire time they were hiking.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Maxon asks. As much as he wants to fuck her over this rock, if she changed her mind then he won't go for it. He would never do anything if she wasn't fully on board.

She gives a devilish smile that hardens Maxon's cock even more. "Maxon, I want you to fuck me on this trail and I don't care who hears us or who sees us."

Hearing her verbal consent might as well have been like Maxon winning the lottery because he was ecstatic. He kissed her hard, savoring the way her move moved against him. He pulled away to pull America out of her sports bra. He wanted nothing more than to see her bare tits with her rosy nipples in the sun. When he fully exposed her breast, he was in awe of them. Somehow they looked even better than he imagined in his overly horny mind. He couldn't wait to ravish her the way she deserved. His mouth met hers again, their lips moving hungrily against each other. She licked his bottom lip, begging to enter his mouth that he allowed without a second thought. Their tongues danced around each other. Maxon moved his lips down the jaw, his hand fondling her luscious chest before kissing down her neck. Then down to her breast where he sucked on her right nipple. It puckered and rose under his torment and America moaned. He continued his oral torment while his free hand got busy flicking the other one. America moans with every brush of this finger over her bud. He moved to the left nipple, awarding it with the same treatment as its pair while he moved to flick and torment the other. America was so into his touch that without even touching her throbbing pussy she would probably come. Maxon could tell as her moans got louder and her nails dug into his shoulders.

"Maxon… mmm… I- I- Ohhhhh…" She moaned.

He felt her legs wrap around him and with a loud moan he knew that she was in ecstasy. Her body quivered below Maxon's touch, coming down from the high of her orgasm. He wasn't done with her yet, no not even close to done. He kissed down her stomach, feeling the breaths she was taking even out before leaning her over his shoulder to pull her shorts and panties down over her ass. There was a slight tear to America's clothing as he ripped them down her thighs. Maxon's hand rubbed soothing circles over her ass, feeling the soft, plush skin. He squeezed and grabbed ready to fuck her till she didn't know her name or where she was, but that would have to wait for after her second orgasm. He lightly smacked each cheek, bringing some redness to the surface of her fair skin before setting her back down and removing the rest of her bottoms from her body. She was so perfect, from her red head of pullable hair to her delectable ass, she was perfect.

Maxon set her back down on the rock and parted her legs, allowing himself to see her sex in all it's wet glory. She leaned back onto her elbows, putting herself out even more. He smiles before getting down onto his knees. He kissed her ankle on her right leg and worked up to her knee before kissing from her left ankle up to the same spot. He shifted again from the right knee up to the top of her thigh by her hip before switching and repeating the safe process on the left side. One last time, he switched back to the right leg to work from her hip down to the junction where her dripping pussy met the tops of her thighs. He planted a kiss just out of reach from touching her sensitive sex before repeating the same process on the other side. America squirmed, ready to be devoured, but Maxon had different plans for what he wanted to do. He kissed her pubic bone, it was covered in the same red hair that adorned her head. He kissed the bulging tendon between her thigh and the lips. He kissed the lips of her pussy . Then, finally, he placed a delicate kiss the the swollen nub at the top. Her head instantly went back, overwhelmed in pleasure. Then there was nothing. Her head popped back up.

"Maxon… please…" She whined.

"Please what, darling?"

"Please… please let me cum… I need to come…"

"Only because you asked so, so nicely." He said with a smile.

His face fell between her legs. He began to suck on her clit gently before flicking it around with his tongue. His fingers went below his chin to go inside his wife. God, he loved feeling her in every way, shape, and form. He started slowly, feeling just the opening of the cavity inside her, only two and a half inches deep. Then curling his fingers up and feeling the ribbed inside to the soft core of the g-spot. Once he found it, Maxon didn't dare move his fingers except to apply pressure and send his beloved wife over the edge.

The constant stimulation on her clit plus the pressure pulsating inside her from Maxon, America knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Maxon knew this as well. He could feel the tension in her body building. From her toes curling to her legs tensing around him, he could feel it all and knew it was coming.

America spoke no words, only screams, as she felt the intense wave of pleasure and ecstasy and she came harder than she had before. It was a dizzying type of pleasure, the kind that is so intoxicating and yet so sobering at the same time.

Before she could fully recover, Maxon removed himself from her and took out his cock. He got the head by sliding it up and down her pussy before slamming into her. America moaned. He wasn't sure how long he would last, America just felt so damn good and if she kept moaning, he would be a goner. After allowing her a few seconds to adjust to his presence in her, he began to move. He was in ecstasy from the moment he started moving. America was already building to another orgasm. Maxon kept moving, feeling every inch of her exquisite body before he began to feel her tighten around him. Oh how he loved her and this feeling. She was moaning incoherently, begging with sounds only. She was going to cum for a third time. Maxon kept going, pounding into her supple body harder. It took two deep pumps from Maxon for America to cry out.

"Fuck, baby." And with that, Maxon had come inside her. He leaned over her, breathing heavily before pulling out and looking back up. He had to see if there was someone looking like what he dreamed of. His eyes scanned around, looking to see if anyone saw Maxon make his wife finish around his cock or his fingers or from just playing with her nipples. A bush about 25 feet away from them caught his eye. He felt like he could see a rustle of leaves but there was no one there, at least he thought there was no one there.

America opened her eyes, looking up at Maxon who was still concentrated on the bush. She sat up more, looking out in the distance, her eyes landing on the same bush. To her, something about it looked fake.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She asked him quietly.

He nodded. They quickly dressed, not caring how wet their extremities might be or how dirty their clothes are. They grabbed their packs that they had carelessly thrown about and ran over to the bush. Maxon looked around it, like there was something off, but he couldn't tell. America, on the other hand, could tell that the leaves adorning the bush were fake. She kicked the bush away from them, and it moved. Slowly and cautiously, she picked up the surprisingly light bush from the ground and found a small camera set up pointing at where they were. Maxon grabbed it, turned it off, and packed it into his bag.

"Maxon, isn't that stealing?"

He looked at her and shrugged, "As much fun as it is being seen, I don't think I want anyone having actual proof of seeing us. Nor do I want anyone to have my wife naked on their camera."

America nodded in understanding before setting the bush back where they found it. They began hiking back down the trail to the cabin they were staying in to continue the activities they started on the mountain, this time with no watching eyes or cameras.