Chapter Nine Emily
Chapter Nine
Emily
Gavin Worthington.
What has gotten into you?
I wouldn’t admit that I wanted him as badly as he said he wanted me.
That would give him way too much insider knowledge and control when things were perfect just the way they were.
Never did I think he was going to show up here, practically panting, with a stare that hadn’t stopped undressing me.
I also didn’t think I was going to see him this soon, not with how much he worked and how busy he was with Ben.
I assumed that run-in would happen when I was with Maya and Jordan, Gavin and I having to pretend that we didn’t know each other.
A situation, I figured, that would either be fun or extremely painful.
But less than a week from our initial meet-up and here he was.
Wanting.
Needing.
“Forty seconds,” was his next countdown reminder, and as his statement hit the air, I couldn’t get over how sexy he looked while saying it.
He had turned down my offer to come to my apartment later.
I didn’t want him to kick Denis out of his SUV.
That left one option.
“There are going to be rules,” I informed him.
“Rules?”
I nodded.
“All right, I’m listening.”
I mashed my lips together, enjoying every second of the suspense I was keeping him in, especially as he lifted his arm up the wall, knowing he was doing everything he possibly could not to wrap it around me. “No loud noises. No loud talking. No loud anything.”
“I’m not the loud one.”
I playfully slapped his other arm. “And we have to be quick.”
“Fuck. That’s a problem.”
“Gavin, I’m serious. I can’t just leave my wing for thirty minutes.
My supervisor would start looking for me.
And if a patient hits their call button and I don’t respond, that will raise even more concern and make her search for me.
” I tapped his chest. “You cannot get me in trouble.” I paused. “Understand?”
“No trouble. Got it.”
“You’re sure?”
He growled, “Five seconds, Emily.”
He hadn’t even looked at his watch. He had no way of knowing how much time was left. He was just the most impatient man in the universe at the moment.
“Follow me.” I led him toward the nurses’ station, where I briefly stopped to let one of my coworkers know I needed her to cover my wing for a few minutes.
I then took him down the opposite hallway, slowing as I neared the supply closet.
I looked to my left and right, and when I was sure the coast was clear, I waved my badge in front of the reader and unlocked the door.
Once we were inside and the door was shut behind us, I flipped on the light and faced him.
“I can’t lock us in. Anyone with a badge has access to this room.
But no one uses this supply closet—they use the one next to the nurses’ station.
” He towered over me, his hands going to my waist, pulling me against him.
“What that means is, anyone can walk in at any time.”
The room was divided into rows, the separation due to floor-to-ceiling racks that stored and organized the unit’s supplies.
Gavin took a quick inventory of the space and lifted me into his arms, bringing me to the farthest row, positioning my back against the wall, his mouth immediately going to my neck.
“And if someone walks in and sees me”—it was getting harder to talk as he was kissing up to my ear and across my collarbone—“they’ll most likely rat me out and I’ll get fired.
” I moaned as he raised the bottom of my shirt, cupping my breast, rubbing my nipple back and forth.
“Don’t let me get fired, Gavin. I really love this job and need it.
” As soon as my plea was out, I was groaning.
Aching.
Desiring this man like I needed air.
I slid my fingers into the back of his hair, holding on even though I didn’t need to—he had me, and I knew, without any doubt, he wouldn’t let me go.
“Do you know how badly I want to eat your pussy right now?” He breathed each word across my skin, covering me in goose bumps. “I want to go back to work and taste you on my lips all fucking day.”
He ravaged my mouth as though he was starved. As if the days we’d been apart had torn him in half.
And I was the only thing that could put him back together.
A hasty melding of lips and tongues while our hands desperately clutched, squeezed, dragged across each other’s bodies.
Out of nowhere, the hard ground was beneath the soles of my shoes and my pants dropped to my ankles. I gasped from the coldness of the room hitting my skin. The same sound came out of me again as he lowered my thong.
Gavin was now kneeling in front of me, the hard, stiff points of his whiskers roughing up my thighs and pussy before his tongue licked between me and flicked my clit.
Whatever was building in my throat, I couldn’t hold it in, a mix of mumbled words and breathy exhales coming out.
“Mmm. I missed this.” He gazed up at me, his eyes reinforcing what he’d just said.
My head pressed into the wall, my fingers twisting his hair as the wetness of his tongue took me even farther away. His words, his admission, things I never anticipated he’d say, only added to this feeling.
“I missed”—I sucked in a deep inhale—“your tongue.”
He pulled me closer, molding his mouth to me. I could barely handle it. He felt too amazing.
I reached for the rack next to me, gripping the hard pole with all my strength. When I eventually glanced down, trying to bring myself back to the present, our eyes locked again.
“You fucking taste so good.”
I was positive there was no one in this world who was as beautiful as this man.
And in this position, I could not only admire how hot he was physically but also the steaminess of his desire as he ate me with this fierce passion, demanding only one thing from me.
For me to come.
It only took a few more swipes of his tongue before I completely lost it. As I shuddered against the wall, humming, “Ohhh, yesss,” I cupped his face. Not because I needed to hold him there—I knew he wasn’t going anywhere—but to show him through my fingers just what he was doing to me.
The tingles swept through me, a wave that started in that throbbing spot between my legs and sped through my entire body. “Gavin!” I couldn’t process whether I was screaming or whispering. I just knew that his name had been spoken from my lips. “Oh my God!”
He sensed the moment I turned sensitive, when I was past the peak and quickly coming down, and he rose from the floor, his hands going to his belt, unbuckling the clasp, followed by his button and zipper.
He lowered his pants to the middle of his thighs, his boxer briefs next, a drip of pre-cum bubbling from the tip of his dick as it sprang free.
I’d given him a blowjob during the very early hours of our night together, but I couldn’t leave that sexy bead of white just sitting there, glistening.
So I put my lips around his tip, sucking the end, remembering how perfect he tasted, and I grasped the bottom of his shaft with both hands since my mouth could never reach that far.
“Fuck me,” he quietly roared as I bobbed.
There was something so incredibly fulfilling about having this man’s dick in my mouth. About possessing this level of control while giving him pleasure the same way he’d given it to me.
But within a few dips, he was pulling out. “I need to fuck you.” He stared down my body. “Take your pants off so you can spread your legs around me.”
I did as I was instructed, and once I stepped out of both, he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and removed a condom from inside one of the flaps. He had the corner of the foil torn off and the latex rolled over him in what felt like only a few blinks.
“Get over here,” he demanded once his hands were free, lifting me into the air, my legs straddling him with the wall giving my back support.
Now in position, my arms resting on his shoulders, his mouth hovering in front of mine, he thrust in.
“Gavin!” The fullness, the thickness, the length—I hadn’t forgotten, it was just a fast, hard reminder as he reared back and stroked in. “Ah!”
“You’re so fucking tight.”
He devoured my mouth, and the harder he kissed me, the deeper he went and the more power he used.
I didn’t know what to grip. I wanted to pierce every surface with my nails, that was how amazing he felt.
I moved with him, bouncing upward to help separate us and sliding down to meet him. Of course, I had no idea if this was my doing or if his strength was what forced the motion, but it was added friction, and that only increased the intensity building inside me.
I pulled my lips back and cried, “Oh! Fuck!”
“Someone’s close.”
The short, trimmed hairs above his dick were grazing my clit, giving me even more pressure.
“It’s your fault. This is what you do to me. The second you’re inside me, I no longer have control over my body.” My palms went to his cheeks.
“That’s what I want. To own your pussy.”
He owned it, inside and outside this room.
But I didn’t want to admit that.
So I begged, “Harder,” instead.
Each of his breaths were bellowed into my face, combined with a moan. “You’re trying to make me come.”
I squeezed my walls around him, pulsing against his girth, and I bit his lip, holding it between my teeth, releasing it to say, “I don’t think I need to try.”
He groaned, a sound that told me he felt the way I was contracting. “But we’re running out of time, goddamn it.”
“Then you better make this as memorable as possible.”
It was as though a switch had gone off. His movements were suddenly unhinged, his hips bucking forward and back with an urgency I didn’t remember feeling from him before.
But it wasn’t just the way he was rocking into me that made this fire move through me—it was also the way his hands were locked on my body, the way his deep, guttural breaths were exhaled into my face, the way the passion and heat was so thick between us, my skin was blazing.
“Agh!” I couldn’t contain my sounds, but I did everything I could to keep them several octaves below screaming. “Yes!”
The orgasm was already sparking, the rest of my body turning completely numb, and at this point, all I could do was hold on and take it.
So I did.
“Kiss me,” he ordered.
I mashed our lips together, moaning into his mouth, and by the noises he was making and how his pumps had turned even wilder, I knew that what was happening in me was also happening in him.
“Fuck,” he panted against my lips. “Your pussy is fucking milking me.”
Because I was coming.
Peaking.
Everything completely dissolving except for the pleasure spreading through me, and with each drive of his cock, I got closer to that edge.
“Emily!”
When I reached the summit, when there wasn’t a spot in or on my body that wasn’t lit and blazing, the shudders took over.
“Gavin!”
My nails stabbed whatever they were touching, my legs tightened around him, and I did everything I could not to scream.
“Yesss.” He aligned his face to mine. “You make this feel so fucking good.”
He held us together, slowing a little more with each stroke until we were still, our arms hugging one another.
It took a few breaths and a smile before he said, “Do you think the entire floor just heard us?”
I laughed, rubbing my cheek along his scruff. “If they did, I think someone would have come in.” I flattened my hand on his chest, the softness of his tie and the starchiness of his shirt a combo I enjoyed. “But you know what’s the worst thing ever?”
“Tell me.”
That I had to stop gazing into his gorgeous cobalt eyes. That I had to stop smelling his delectable cologne. That I had to unwrap my arms and legs, my pussy no longer full of him.
Rather than saying any of that, I said, “That I have to go.”
“I know . . .”
He set me down, and I reached for the bottom half of my scrubs, along with my thong, and I pulled them up, trying to put myself together.
“Is there a restroom on your floor?” He stared at the condom still on his dick.
I giggled. “There is. By the elevator. You can take care of that in there”—I nodded toward the latex as he looked up at me—“along with the foil, wherever that went.”
He lifted his pants, tucked himself into his boxer briefs, and buckled up. When his hands were finally free, they went to my face, and he pulled me toward him. “I came here with a long list of reasons to thank you. Add this to it.”
“You don’t need to thank me for having sex with you. What you got out of this, so did I.”
But I got so much more.
There were things I wanted to say. Questions I wanted to ask.
I couldn’t.
Gavin was here for his needs. I wasn’t going to put him on the spot and start a conversation that would have an ending I probably wouldn’t want to hear. Not from a man who was all physical take and no emotional give.
If he wanted more, he knew where to find me.
Just like last time, I had to leave on my terms. There was no way I was going to let him walk out the door while I sat here in silence and memories.
So I tapped his chest first and then wiggled out of his grip. “You be good, Mr. Worthington. Whatever you do, don’t let anyone see you when you leave.”
I gave him a smile and I was gone.