Recklessly by A.J. Sand Read Free Book Online Page B

what’s your last name?” he asked.
    “Langston,” she said cheerily, as if they were meeting on a sidewalk in front of a bookstore for the first time, and definitely not like she was holding his dick.
    “Well, Ms. Lana Langston ,” Wes said, grinning, “Please take your panties off.”
    She refused to let the corners of her mouth shift up, but he caught the amusement flitting in her eyes. He had said “please.” No one would ever accuse Wesley Elliott of not being polite. Lana moved backward until she reached the counter, then she jumped to sit. She was quiet, smiling at him now, apparently testing his ability to ignore his hard-on. His erection was bordering on painful, but it was just the agony that came with the anticipation of pleasure, and still far less traumatic than imagining himself jerking it in the shower later.
    But Wes was a big fan of the high he got from foreplay anyway, and the sense of madness and tunnel vision leading up to that moment when he finally got to put it in. The only other thing in the entire world as great as that moment was making it through a barrel of a wave in Teahupo’o, Tahiti.
                  “No,” she said, smiling as she drew her knees apart just slightly. “ You take them off.” She had barely closed her mouth on her last word before he was standing between her knees, and Lana released a breathy giggle when his hands traced her outer thighs beneath her skirt. She lifted her butt when his fingers reached her hips.
                  Wes smirked. “Funny.” There weren’t any panties.
                  “I took them off in the stall,” she admitted after a gasp when he squeezed her inner thighs; they were soft, smooth and warm against his palms, and everything he had imagined them to be. “They’re in my purse.”
                  “I found something I like a whole lot more, anyway,” he said. Moaning softly, she clutched his shoulders when he slid two of his fingers into her and stroked her clit with his thumb. Lana grabbed the back of his head and smashed his mouth to hers as she rocked against his fingers. She clawed the nape of his neck, moaning with nearly every breath, before she threw her head back.
    He loved this part.
    When Lana tilted her head up and clutched the front of his shirt, he watched her with rapt intrigue. Her eyelashes fluttered before she shut her eyes completely, her body bucking and writhing. His shirt tightened more over his chest from her grip before she released a loud sigh of ecstasy that bounced along the restroom’s walls, and the sound sent tingles rushing over his skin.
    He couldn’t drop his boxers fast enough when she smiled at him as he tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth and unfurled it down his shaft. “Turn around,” he whispered. With a mischievous smile, Lana hopped off the countertop and leaned toward the mirror, her gaze holding his in the reflection, wanton anticipation filling her eyes. She had a natural confidence in her sexuality that he was so incredibly attracted to.
    “Arch your back a little more…” he said in another whisper as he angled himself to slip inside her. And the position was perfect once she adjusted her hips, too. Wes held her low on the waist and thrust into her, their eyes still pinned to the other’s reflection, with waves of pleasure sweeping through his body as she clenched around him. Lana echoed his momentum, equaling the rhythm by rocking her hips back against him, and a fiery sensation filled his pelvis when she dug her nails into his hamstring. Wes mashed his lips to her neck, and he shoved one of his hands down between her legs. Crying out, she sank just slightly when her knees wobbled—he loved it when they forgot to keep standing up. Lana braced her hands on the edge of the counter as the shivers of her orgasm ravaged her body.
    “Fuck me on the wall, Wes,” she said in a harsh breath suddenly. Wes stepped back and swiveled her