Page 105 of Breakaway Hearts

They brush against my pussy when they reach the apex of my thighs, and I whimper, desperate for more.

“Can you keep quiet if I fuck you in this bathroom?” Reese asks, sliding two fingers in and out of me.

I nod, more adrenaline flooding my veins at the knowledge that we could get caught. “Yes. I’ll be quiet.”

He thrusts his fingers deeper suddenly, eliciting a soft cry from my lips before I can stop myself. I snap my mouth shut, muffling the sound just in time, but Reese chuckles behind me.

“I don’t think I believe you, Firefly,” he tells me in a low voice. “Do you want some help? To make sure you don’t get too loud?”

“Yes,” I breathe, squirming against him. “Okay.”

Something soft trails over the skin of my arm, and I look down to realize it’s my panties. Reese brings them to my face, holding them there just like he did earlier with the bite of cake, and as if it’s an automatic response at this point, I open my mouth.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, pushing the fabric between my lips. I can taste the distinctive flavor of my arousal, and it makes me moan quietly around the delicate garment.

“You alright?” Reese’s fingertips trail over my jaw as asks the question.

I nod, feeling almost dizzy with desire. I’m not sure I’ve ever been more alright than I am in this moment.

“Good.” His voice is strained. “Because I can’t wait any longer. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, okay?”

I nod again, my head bobbing up and down quickly.

There’s movement behind me, and I hear the hiss of his zipper being pulled down as he frees his cock. The velvet-soft tip brushes against my ass, and wetness coats my inner thighs as I flatten my hands on the wall.

When Reese grips my hips and drives inside me, I’m so fucking grateful for the panties stuffed in my mouth. What would’ve been a loud cry is muffled by the soft fabric, and my fingers clench against the wall as I ride out the rush of sensations. He’s as big as ever, but my body is starting to get used to taking him, so he doesn’t have to work his way in as slowly as he once did—and Reese takes full advantage of that fact, barely giving me a second to catch my breath before he does exactly what he promised he would.

He fucks me with hard, rough snaps of his hips, driving into me like he’s trying to get deeper each time. I know we must be making some noise—the telltale slapping sounds of our bodies meeting are hard to muffle in the small space. But I’m beyond caring.

I’m beyond worrying if we’ll get caught.

I can’t focus on anything except the feel of Reese filling me up so perfectly, the way his calloused hands grip my hips, and the way air punches out of his lungs with each thrust.

“I love the way your ass shakes when I fuck you like this,” he rasps. “Look at how well you take me.”

A whimper gets absorbed by my panties as I brace my forearms on the wall, my legs shaking with arousal and adrenaline.

“I used to think you were so sweet and innocent.” Reese slides one hand around to my front, playing with my clit like he fucking owns it. “But I was wrong, wasn’t I, Firefly? You like getting fucked in this bathroom, knowing we have to be fast and quiet so no one will catch us, don’t you? You like being a dirty little slut for me.”

His words are like a spark to gasoline, spreading fire through my veins. I nod, or try to anyway, moaning behind the makeshift gag again. No one has ever called me that before, but when Reese says it, it does something to me that I wasn’t expecting.

Ilikebeing his dirty little slut.

I like feeling reckless and wild for him.

Reese pinches my clit, still pounding into me, and it’s more than I can take. I press my forehead to the wall as shudders wrack my body, coming hard around his cock. He groans, his thrusts losing their rhythm as my walls clamp down tight around him. Then the familiar warmth of his cum spills deep inside me as he grinds his hips against my ass. His upper body slumps over mine a little, and I can feel the frantic thudding of his heart against my back.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes, his voice a little hoarse. “I think you wrecked me.”

If I could talk, I’d tell himI’mthe one who just got wrecked. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to walk out of this restaurant without weaving and stumbling like I’m drunk.

A quiet moment passes as we both collect ourselves, but now that the high of incredible sex is starting to fade, I’m a little worried about staying in the bathroom for too long. Maybe Reese has the same thought, or maybe he can sense my concern, because he pulls out and steps back. His cum trails down my inner thighs, and he grabs a few paper towels from the dispenser to wipe it up.

“Turn around,” he tells me, giving my ass a soft little slap.

I do, sagging back against the wall, and Reese pulls the panties free of my mouth and presses a kiss to my lips. Then he drops to his knees in front of me, tapping one ankle.

“Lift,” he commands.

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