“Fuck, Worth,” I moan, my voice breaking as his tongue traces relentless circles, lapping me up like he’s starved.
His groan rumbles against my core, sending shivers through me, amplifying everything. One hand clamps around my ass, holding me firm, while the other slides between my thighs, thick fingers pressing into my entrance.
A whimper escapes me when he thrusts and curls them just right, dragging another raw sound from my lips.
“You’re so goddamn tight around my fingers, Mya,” he grits out, voice muffled against me. “Fuck. I can’t wait to feel you gripping my cock.”
I feel my climax perched right at the edge. “Shit. Yes. I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”
But suddenly, Worth’s mouth pulls away. My hips buck in protest, a growl ripping out of me. “No. Get back.”
“Ask nicely, Mya,” he says, his voice commanding.
I roll my eyes, frustrated and desperate all at once. He nips at my clit, sharp enough to make me squeal.
“Ask. Nicely. Mya.”
Goddamn him. My pride is burning, but the throbbing between my legs wins. “Please, Mr. Miller. Put your mouth back on my pussy.”
The sound that leaves him is feral, like he’s losing control. His lips crush back against my sex, tongue working me over in long, rough strokes, while his fingers continue their relentless beckoning inside me.
The pressure builds fast, and before I can stop myself, I’m moving against him, riding his hand, his mouth—chasing the orgasm I’ve been teetering on.
A white-hot eruption detonates inside me. My body bows, trembling as wave after wave crashes through me.
Worth groans into my core, drinking down every sound, every shake, holding me steady like I’m his to unravel.
When I finally come back down to earth, he rises, dragging me into a fierce kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, and the filth of it only makes heat rush all over again.
As his mouth claims mine, I fumble at his belt, my desperation matching his. The metal clinks as I shove my hand down the front of his pants, needing to feel him.
His cock is thick, hot, and so much heavier against my palm than I imagined. My pulse races at the thought of tasting him.
I sink down and drag my tongue across the swollen head.
“Mya…” Just my name. Nothing else. But the way he says it brands me. His fist tangles in my hair, guiding himself into my mouth like he’s seconds from breaking apart.
How the hell are we supposed to do this only once?
But we have to. We both know it.
It’s the only way to survive each other.
The second I wrap my lips around Worth and look up, the world narrows to nothing but his breathless stare on me.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Open wider.”
His hungry stare makes heat pool low in my stomach, and I moan around him.
“Yes, Mr. Miller.”
The words slip out on instinct. I say his name every day at work—but this time, it feels different.
Worth’s hips tense, a groan scraping from his throat. I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, loving how his head thumps against the stall.
He’s trying so hard not to lose control. I can sense how he’s holding back, in the way his fingers twitch like he wants to grab my hair and give in to every filthy thought passing behind his eyes.
If we weren’t in a club bathroom, I know he’d already have me bent over and ruined.