Chapter 21 #2
His other hand grips my hip, thumb pressing into bare skin where my dress has ridden up.
Then, Worth drops to his knees.
The sight knocks the air from my lungs. Worth Miller, CEO, on the grimy bathroom tile, looking up at me with hunger. His hands skim up my legs, gripping, possessive, as if he could hold me in place by sheer will.
“I can’t bear another second not touching you, Kitten,” he rasps, voice guttural. “I need to get this out of my system—for both our sakes. Just this once.” His fingers curl against the hem of my dress, inching it higher, pleading with his touch as much as with his words.
His mouth scorches a path up my thighs.
“Let me do this,” he rasps. “Just once. Let me have this. Please.”
My head shakes, even as I arch towards him. I should say no. I should shove him away. Instead, the words tumble out. “Okay. Yes.”
In the next breath, my thong is torn away, and then his mouth is on me. Heat explodes through my body as his lips seal around my clit, sucking hard. A cry rips from my throat. My fingers dive into his hair, gripping tight, and my eyes roll back.
“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.
But right now, all I want is to make him fall apart.
I drag my tongue along his length, easing him further down my throat, feeling him throb against my lips.
Worth’s breathing stutters.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
His release hits the back of my throat, hot and sudden, my core clenching hard at the sound he makes. He looks unraveled and breathless.
Staring down at me, eyes dark, he says, “Don’t swallow just yet.”
I freeze, obeying without thinking. He pulls me up, tilting my chin with his fingers.
“Open your mouth.”
I do, heat flushing across my cheeks while he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Swallow half.”
I gulp down.
Then, his lips are on mine.
The kiss is messy, consuming and filthy in a way that feels like worship. His taste mixes with mine, and his groan vibrates through my lips, into my bloodstream.
The bathroom door suddenly creaks open.
I jolt, panic flaring hot. Before I can breathe, Worth presses a steady hand over my mouth. I hold still, heart hammering against my ribs.
“Have you seen Mya anywhere?”
Seraya.
Another woman laughs. “No, but Worth is missing too.”
Shit.