Page 33 of These Reckless Hearts

The dark promise of his eyes tells me this sexual escapade is just beginning. I trail my eyes lower. Beads of water glisten his torso, dripping over his carved abs. He pleasures himself in slow strokes, using his finger to catch his pre-cum to lubricate his shaft. The water comes up to his thighs, and out of the three, of course it’s Lucas that’s standing there proudly, letting everything out for the world to see. “I’m waiting for you, Dakota.” His low voice more like a warning than a promise, and I’m so damn happy that he got his lush voice back. “I’m going to fill you so damn fast.”

My pussy clenches again, and Stone quickens his pace, slamming into me while Wyatt curves me backward to take my nipple into his hot mouth. He lashes his tongue across me in whip-sharp movements. I can’t see Lucas anymore, but I hear his moans of appreciation as I reach out, clawing the air for purchase during this freefall of absolute bliss. My nails find Stone, and I dig them into his abs. He stiffens, and I lock gazes with him over Wyatt’s retreating head. In one swift movement, he yanks me up and against him, grinding out his release through clenched teeth.

“Fuck,” I pant, tethering myself to the fire in Stone’s eyes. His dick jerks inside me, and I gouge my heels into his ass to keep him fully seated.

The water calms around us as we come up for air. It licks against my navel while Wyatt moves to my back again. The heat my cowboy radiates makes me shiver. I can’t see him, but I know he’s running his hand up and down his shaft because he caresses the head of his cock across my ass cheek in the process. “Sorry, Lucas,” he grinds out. “I’m going to blow if I can’t have her right now. I got way too fucking excited.”

Stone leaves me with one last thrust. The friction tightens the bundle of nerves above my pussy. My feet don’t even make it to the rocky bottom. Wyatt bands an arm around my middle, positioning his cock between my ass cheeks again. “I want you like this, Tits.” He rocks forward, sliding into my greedy cunt. I gasp as he presses his thumb on my clit, reminding me that my cowboy isn’t the lovey-dovey type during sex.

He turns us so I’m facing a tortured Lucas whose movements have quickened, crease lines forming along his brow.

Wyatt wraps my thighs around the outside of his, and with the added buoyancy of the water, I stay where I am in my cowboy’s able hands. Even when he leans me forward slightly with a sure hand at the base of my spine and starts to move inside me, I only rise and lower on his cock.

“Fuck me,” he grunts. He bites my neck playfully. “Play with your namesake. Let’s give Lucas a show.”

I grin as I drift my hands toward my tits. I break the surface of the water, cupping my mounds and plucking my nipples while locking my gaze with Lucas’.

“Aw, fuck,” he grits.

“Let’s see if we can break him,” Wyatt whispers.

I drop my head back to Wyatt’s shoulder, pinching my pebbled buds, letting a moan pierce the air between us.

“Mmm,” Wyatt groans in my ear. “I had to feel you. Best. Fucking. Feeling. Ever,” he grunts, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts.

It’s hot as fuck knowing Lucas and Stone are watching while Wyatt fucks me from behind. He lowers his pinky to trace my clit. I tremble against him. “Oh, yes.”

“You like that?” He lowers his hold on me, digging the heel of his palm into my abdomen while his finger circles my tight bud.

“Wyatt, please. Fuck.”

“Oh my fucking…God.” Wyatt loses himself, jerking his hips forward until he pulses inside me on an unrestrained cry. He rubs my clit, and I come all over him, strangling his cock with my climax. He digs his fingers into me as he rides our joint pleasure out. We’re the loudest pairing yet, and I can’t help the noisy pants that escape. “Fuck, Dakota. I want to live inside this perfect pussy.” Tremors still subsiding, he drops a kiss to my shoulder.

Lucas lets out a low growl of refusal. His movements have slowed once more, but his fingers have tightened around his base, almost as if he’s squeezing his cock into submission.

Unsurprisingly, I’m staring at him like I can’t wait for him to be my next ride. I’m not wrung out or tired. I’m still heady with the scent of the four of us in the air. Fueled by their passionate gazes, I get to my feet and wade toward Lucas.

He waits for me, hands by his side now, with his perfect body bobbing in the small laps of water. Lucas is the most alpha during sex—and trust me, I love that about him. But something in the look he’s giving me tells me this might be my only shot to take charge.

I place my hand on his chest and move him backward before tripping him on purpose. We fall together, and he catches us gracefully, his upper half out of the water on a sandy patch beside the stream. My core aches for him, and I crawl over his body to straddle his hips.

He digs his heels into the stream, then grimaces.

“Are you okay?”

He nods his head. “Never fucking better.”

I grip his cock, lining us up before lowering myself over him. He makes a strangled growl as I clench around him. “Fuck me,” he breathes.

It isn’t a demand, it’s a saying, but I take it as a command, my rite of passage. I ride his dick like it will be the last ride of my life. I bounce on top of him, water splashing everywhere again.

Wyatt’s hands move around my chest, cupping my heavy breasts in his rough palms. “That’s right, Tits, my little cowgirl. Tame him.”

I set out on that path, but we end up taming each other. Every thrust I give him, he gives right back until we’re meeting with so much earnest that I swear he’s reaching parts inside me I’ve never felt before.

Stone tangles his fingers in my hair, making me look up at him. He drops his lips to mine, kissing me senseless while I fuck Lucas’ cock. Wrapped in these three men, it’s not long before I feel the inkling of a massive orgasm. It rushes forward, and I break the kiss, crying out, “I’m going to come. Yes, Lucas!”

As soon as I say his name, he drives me higher. “Come with me, Wild Girl.” Desperation laces his voice. “Fuck yes.”

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