Page 21 of Reckless Hearts

Flynn reaches down, fisting his dick, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head, and I can’t take my eyes off him. There’s something so fucking hot about watching him jerk himself off.

I sit up on my elbows, my teeth raking over my bottom lip as he strokes his thick cock. I could watch him do this all day, taking him in, and knowing he’s like this because of me, for me.

“Are you wet for me, Alana?” Flynn rasps, a wickedness to his words that sends my body spiraling with want and need.

“Only for you,” I murmur back, loving the possessive growl that leaves his lips. His eyes turn wild and hazy, climbing on top of me, he doesn’t give me a warning, just thrusts inside of me with reckless abandon.

“I’m not gonna last,” he gasps out, pumping into me hard and rough just the way I like it. I hitch my leg around his hip, drawing him deeper, my eyes falling to where our bodies meet, my arousal coating his dick with each movement.

My eyes fall shut, listening to the sounds of his grunts as he fucks me. My breathing grows hard, chasing the feeling I feel building inside me. His fingers move between us, his thumb finding my clit, he strokes me in time with his thrusts.

I drag my nails down his back, marking him as desperate whimpers fall from my mouth. Pounding into me, my orgasm builds, and I call out his name, groaning out with pleasure as my body falls apart.

I feel myself tighten around him, clenching his cock, and he pulls himself from my body. Fisting his dick, he begins to pump himself, and I watch, obsessed and needy, taking him in.

His orgasm rips through him, his head falling back as he moans loud and desperate. Guttural noises fill the room as thick white ropes of cum drop to my stomach and he milks his cock until he’s spent. I’ve never in my life seen something so fucking hot and erotic and dirty, and I never want it to end.

Looking down at me, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark, I run my finger through his release, bringing it to my mouth, I taste him.

“How the fuck am I ever going to walk away from you, Alana?” he asks, a desperation that makes my entire body ache. I still taste him on my tongue, wanting more of him, and he has no idea that he’s the reason I want to surf again. He’s the reason my body feels like my own, the ocean calling to me again.

“You don’t,” I tell him. “You stay and help me train for Maui Pipe.”

I collapseonto the bed beside her, her words echoing in my ears as that rational fucking voice starts up again.

You need to tell her who you are.

I fucking know I do, but it doesn’t make it any easier. But the longer I continue hiding who I am, the worse it’s going to be. And as much as I thought this was just sex between us, I’m starting to think it might actually be more than that.

“Flynn,” she says, her hand resting on my back.

She’s still lying on the bed, covered in me, and there is something so hot and possessive about that, that I just want to fuck her all over again. All night, in fact, marking her, branding her as mine even though I have no right to do that.

I roll my head to face her, my heart rate slowing as I reach across, cupping her face in my hand. “Give me a sec,” I say before pushing up off the bed.

I disappear into the bathroom, splashing my face with cold water before grabbing a washcloth and sticking it under the tap. When I walk back into the bedroom, Alana hasn’t moved, the evidence of what we just did still all over her stomach. Sitting on the bed beside her, I gently clean it off, my gaze following themovements as I try to work out how the fuck to explain this to her.

When I eventually lift my gaze, Alana is watching me, a soft smile on her lips, which does nothing to hide the confusion on her face. “You okay?” she asks.

I blow out a breath, chucking the washcloth on the floor as I lay down beside her, my hands tucked behind my head, my eyes on the ceiling. “Yeah.”

She laughs, shuffling around as she sits up and moves so she’s straddling my hips. “You sure?”

“Mmm hmm,” I murmur.

Her fingers trace a path over the muscles of my stomach, dipping down to run through the trail of hair that leads to my dick. “That was pretty hot,” she whispers, awe in her voice even if it feels like she’s talking to herself.

“Alana, do you know who I am?” I blurt out.

Her eyes snap to mine, her brow narrowing in confusion. “No, should I? I mean, should…” She trails off, her gaze moving down to where she currently straddles my hips, my dick slowly waking up again beneath her.

My hands move to her hips, holding her in place, as understanding suddenly dawns on me. “No, that’s not it... We’re good. I was never gonna just come inside you or whatever,” I start, knowing that was probably a ballsy move on my part, fucking her without even bothering with a condom. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have?—”

“No, it’s…well, I have an IUD,” she says, cutting me off. “And I’m clean, but I?—”

“I am too,” I tell her, gently squeezing her hips. “I promise. I’m… Fuck,” I breathe out, sitting up so we are now facing each other. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers. “We probably should’ve discussed the whole…you know…”

She smirks a little, dropping her arms loosely around my shoulders. “Fucking-each-other-bare thing?”

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