“Yourrrrrrrrs,” I panted. “Tonight, it’s yours.”
“Damn right.”
It was so wet between us I couldn’t even think straight. All that could be heard were the sound of skin slapping and the way my voice kept catching when he hit that spot.
“You loud as hell,” he whispered in my ear. “You want the whole club to know you getting fucked like this?”
“Maybe I do,” I purred. “I want them to hear how good this dick feellllllllls.”
“Oh yeah? You feel me, huh?”
“All the way,” I breathed.
My nails dug deeper, and I let out this half-sob, half-moan that sounded like I was breaking yet enjoying every second of it.
“You better stop looking at me like that,” he smirked.
“Like what?” I asked, biting my lip again.
“Like you want me to nut in you.”
I stared dead at him—drunk, dangerous, and delirious.
“Then do it. I want it to spill out of me like a secret I ain’t ever trying to hide.”
Lord, forgive me.
“You like being filled up with some stranger’s nut, huh?” he asked, voice filthy as hell.
Merge’s hand gripped my throat just enough to make me gasp, but not enough to stop me from answering.
I giggled through the moan, letting my legs lock around him tighter.
“I do tonight. You only live once… so make this shit count. Give me every drop.”
He didn’t need a second invitation.
Merge started slamming into me like he was trying to rearrange my trauma, rewrite my past, and give me a future I didn’t ask for. I knew I wasn’t making it out of that bathroom the same woman.
When I felt his body stiffened and the way his breathing changed, I knew he was close. When Merge nutted, he came raw, deep and with no hesitation, like my walls had signed a contract he couldn’t get out of. He buried himself in me and let go with everything he had.
I took it all—mind, body, soul, and nut.
When it was over, we both were sweaty, shaky, and silent.
I eased off the sink slowly, my legs wobbling like a newborn deer’s. My heart raced as if it still hadn’t caught up with what the hell had just happened.
Keeping one hand against the wall for balance, I used the other to tug my dress back into place. When I caught my reflection in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.
I looked thoroughly kissed, freshly fucked, completely relieved… and maybe just a little stupid.
Behind me, Merge pulled himself together at a slower pace than I expected, his breathing still uneven as he zipped his pants. I fixed my hair the best I could, reapplied my lip gloss, and headed toward the door, hoping my heels and what little dignity I had left could carry me out without revealing everything we had just done.
Before leaving, I glanced back and met his eyes one final time.
For one stupid second, I wondered if he would stop me, ask my name again, request my number, or give me any indication that what happened between us had been more than two drunk strangers making a reckless decision in a bathroom… he didn’t. So, I smiled like I hadn’t expected him to.
“Thanks for being brave,” I said, reaching for the handle. “And for the orgasms.”
