Page 45 of These Reckless Hearts

“You bet,” I tell him, shoveling the rest of the granola bar in my mouth and following him to the other side of the facility. He hooks his harness up, then starts. He’s light on his feet, and his upper body is super strong. If he had his shirt off, he’d be a masterpiece right now—dimples of his lower back on full display, rippling muscles that firm and tighten as he climbs.

He scales the wall like an ape, swinging toward the difficult section with no problem at all. He rings the bell, and the worker at the bottom calls out his time. When Lucas returns to the ground, the employee says, “Nice, man. Quickest time today.”

Lucas raises his eyebrows at me. “I guess that means I should get an extra special gift.”

I shake my head, smiling the entire time. Lucas and I turn in our harnesses and start for the door. He checks his phone again. I happen to spot the restrooms off to the side—several co-ed ones with dark blue doors—and an idea quickly takes shape. They’re nice and private, and I did promise him something special.

I tug on his hand, and he holds back when I reach for the door to the last bathroom. “What are you....”

“Shh,” I scold, smiling from ear-to-ear as I shove him into the room and lock the door behind us.

His eyes widen as I move his back against the door and sneak my hands under his shirt, fingertips smoothing across his overworked muscles. He groans when I tweak his nipple. “Is it time for my prize, Wild Girl?” he asks in that rich voice of his.

I reach up on my tiptoes to kiss him silent. He moans into my mouth while my hands work back down again, cupping his ass and moving him toward the ache in my core. He’s already hardening in his shorts.

He breaks away, eyes glimmering with mischief. “You want my cock that badly?”

I nod, squeezing my legs together. My panties dampen from his words.

Even though we’re in a restroom, it’s the type you’d find in a private residence. Bath & Body Works soap sits on a marble counter with an undermount sink. A box of tissues rests on another ledge with a vase of beautiful flowers. There’s even a wicker bench off to the side.

I yank his shirt up and drop to kiss his abs, making my way down to swirl my tongue along his belly button, tasting his salty skin.

“What’s my prize, Wild Girl?” he coaxes, shoving his fingers into my hair as I trail lower.

I work on removing his shorts. “Me.”

He grins. “I already knew that. You’re my number one prize. But I want you on your knees with those lips wrapped around my stiff cock.”

I stroke him through his boxers, my palm riding over his hard ridges as he leans his head against the door, hips moving in time with my movements. “God, Dakota, every time you touch me….” He works his fingers through my hair, squeezing at the nape of my neck before pushing me lower.

I reach for the bench, snagging a sage green cushion off the top and throwing it on the floor below me to save my knees. I drag his boxers down with me until the head of his cock is straining toward my lips. I lick the tip, moaning at the salty taste in my mouth.

He fists his base and, still with a hand at my nape, nudges my mouth. “Open up for me, baby.”

I do what he demands, and he slides himself all the way in as I use my tongue to lick down his length.

“Fuuuuck,” he growls. “Yes, give me some more of that.” A knock sounds on the door, and Lucas calls out, “Occupied.” He forces my head back around him, careful not to choke me. He knows my limits, but he wants to be in charge, too. When he’s like this, I get so turned on I can barely stand it.

I replace his hand with my own, moving him toward me while he tightens his hold, rocking into me.

I moan, heat swirling from my core like a rushing wave.

“I love those noises you make when you’re sucking my cock.” He takes charge again, moving me over him. “Touch yourself. I want to hear it.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I snake my hands under the waistband of my pants and find my clit through my panties. I moan over his cock as I rub my bundle of nerves.

“More,” Lucas demands, his pace steady. I flick across my clit, increasing the pressure until I’m sucking Lucas’ cock with abandon. “Jesus Christ,” he groans. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

I’m lost in my own world of pleasure. I quicken my movements, and I swear I’ve given my fingers too much of a workout today because they cramp like crazy, but it’s so worth it. My orgasm builds from the base of my spine, spiraling outward. I coax it forward, my lips pressing harder against Lucas’ stiff cock while my hand trembles over my point of pleasure. Rising and rising, my toes curl just as I reach my climax.

I cry out, the sound a muffled, waning moan because of the dick occupying my mouth.

“Fuck. Yes,” Lucas pants. He rocks forward three more times, tremors overtaking him. I stop playing with my clit to cup his balls, and that’s when he loses it, hot cum hitting the back of my throat. The strangled cry he gives sounds surprised as he holds me on his spasming cock until I swallow every last drop. I lick him from base to tip on his removal, and when I sit back, he stays leaning against the bathroom door, involuntary tremors running through him.

When he calms down, he tucks his dick away, pulls up his shorts, and yanks me to my feet. “That’s only a prelude to tonight,” he promises wickedly, growling.

We take a moment to clean up until his phone rings. Despite the fact that he’s eye-fucking me through the mirror, he reaches for his phone immediately. “Hey.”

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