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All my inhibitions seem to have left the building as I reach back and cup the very hard dick through his jeans.
Ryan growls, removes his hand from my pants, and spins me around. I have his button open and zipper down by the time he has freed my right leg from the shorts and pants. He magically produces a condom from his pocket and slides it down his dick.
"Had this planned, did you?" I pique an eyebrow. “A little presumptuous, no?”
His lips tip up in his signature naughty grin and my insides flutter. Somehow this man turns me into a pile of girly goo when his dick is involved. “Confident.”
“Cocky.”
He picks me up and presses my body into the rocks and sediment behind the waterfall. My legs wrap around his waist, pants hanging off them. “You’re about to get a whole lot of cock, Dani Girl.”
All words are lost as Ryan slides his entire length into me in one thrust. “Oh, God,” I cry out as he stretches and fills me.
“No, it’s just me, sweet girl,” he chuckles and pulls back, sliding in again and again.
I’m not sure whether it’s my imagination or there’s actually people coming because I swear, I hear voices coming from above us.
“Ryan,” I moan out in question.
He leans into me, his tongue tracing the shell of my ear as the rocks dig further into my back. “You better hurry and come on my cock before they make their way down here and see you.”
For some reason the idea of being caught both terrifies and exhilarates me. My core spasms around Ryan. “Do you like the idea of someone seeing you? Seeing you fall apart with my dick in you?”
His voice, combined with the fear of the others finding us, has the intensity building deep in my belly. It climbs higher and higher with each thrust and each word spoken as the voices get closer and closer.
“There’s a naughty girl inside you, isn’t there Danielle?” Ryan drives harder with each word. “Come for me, Dani Girl. Come on my cock. Or would you rather wait until the visitors are down here to watch you?”
All the tension coiled in my core explodes and I come hard, digging my nails into Ryan’s scalp as I do. The waves wash over me, drowning out everything surrounding us. My thighs tighten around Ryan’s waist and don’t loosen until the last twitches of my orgasm are over.
Ryan bites down into my shoulder as he finishes. His cock throbbing inside me with his release. “Good God, Danielle,” he pants. “I swear you turn me inside out.”
We can make out the words of the people heading down toward us, meaning they are dangerously close to seeing us. I right my clothing as Ryan takes care of his condom and pants. We finish fixing ourselves just in the nick of time.
A man, woman, and young boy follow the path right to where Ryan just finished rocking my world. I can feel my pulse throbbing in the vein in my neck and I’m positive my cheeks are burning red.
“Hi, ya,” the man greats us. “Sorry to interrupt.”
“No worries,” Ryan says smooth as silk, no hint in his voice at all that we were just banging right here. “We’re heading out, anyway. Enjoy the view. It’s really beautiful.”
I scurry past the family and up the stairway. When we reach the bike, I burst out in a fit of laughter.
“Holy crap,” I say. “They almost caught us.”
Ryan’s eyes shine with adoration and mischief. “And you got off on the thrill of it, Dani Girl.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Danielle
“This is the last box,”Ryan tells me as he carries it into my classroom. A sexy rivulet of sweat drips down his temple. Who the hell would’ve thought a sweaty man could be this enticing?
He surprised me when he volunteered to help me set up my classroom. I usually do it by myself, or sometimes, Mercy helps, considering it doesn’t take as much to set up her classroom. He surprised me again when I found out that he owned a truck. We’ve been spending time together for two months now, and I just learned he has a vehicle other than that scary-but-sexy-as-hell motorcycle.
“It makes visiting my parents easier in the winter,” he explained. “I don’t really use it much in the city. There’s no need.”
He swung by my apartment and loaded all the boxes from Amazon, plus the ones packed up from last year, into the back. Then, he drove across the city to come here.
“It’s a blank slate in here.” He stacks the last box on top of the others and stands in the middle of my classroom, taking it all in. “I remember the classrooms being fairly empty at the end of each school year but not like this.”
