Page 71 of Worth Loving You

The train hit a curve and I fell into him again, the people standing beside us stumbling, as well. It caused me to rub against his erection and his lids closed, his Adam’s apple lurching.

The low murmur of other people around us tuned out and all I could hear was the rattling of the train on the tracks and my own shallow breaths.

To my horror, my palm reached behind and cupped the bulge, my jaw falling at the thickness.

His lids rounded and his nostrils flared. Dipping his chin, he whispered in my ear, “Now what do you plan to do?”

“Nothing, I’m sorry.”

I started to pull away, but the hand on my hip gripped my wrist and held me to him. “You made the first move, now finish it, kitten.”

My heart stilled and I gawked.

His sight skimmed our surroundings while he unzipped his jeans. Pulling his cock out, he placed it in my palm and then tugged the side of his jacket to hide us.

My jaw fell. What the fuck was he doing? And why in the hell was my palm curling around his girth? I should be yelling at him, firing him, anything but touching.

Oh my god, the man was thick. He was silky and hot to the touch, and I was actually wanting to stroke him to determine his length.

He scooted even closer, his tip now pressed to my bottom through my jacket.

“That all you want to do, kitten? Just touch it?” he whispered on my ear. “No, I think you want more than that. Touch the rest of my dick, I bet you’ll like what you feel.”

Gulping, my brows high, I whimpered and withdrew, curling my fingers tight.

He forced the tip into my fist. “You want this dick inside your pussy?”

Taking a quick inhale, I accidentally squeezed the head and he groaned, making a tiny thrust toward me.

“How do you want me to fuck you, kitten? Nice and slow, or hard and fast?”

“N-No.”

With another quick glimpse around us, he lifted the hem of my coat and shoved his dick between my thighs. A yelp caught, a tremor rolling down my spine. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his jacket again, wrapped his arms around me, and gripped the pole with both hands. We were now so close, no one saw what he was doing because of the coat.

“What are you doing?” I rasped, nervously looking to see if anyone was paying us any attention. Part of me prayed someone was watching, then he would have to stop.

“You started this,” he repeated, grinding into me.

I hated myself, but my lids fluttered, and I moaned, pushing back.

Whenever the train would jerk on the tracks, he would take advantage and thrust hard, his cock rubbing along my slit, making the crotch of my jeans wet. Once in a while, he would groan or grunt, but otherwise, he was silent, truly acting as if nothing were happening.

But I was all too aware there was a massive dick between my thighs. It was thick and it was not my boyfriend’s, yet I was soaked, my belly fluttering at the sensations.

His arms locked and closed around me, pinning me against the bar. Bowing his head, his lips on my ear, he whispered, “Chazzy,” and grunted. Making short, faint movements, a sharp huff fell out of his opened mouth, and he pushed his tip into the seam of my jeans, cumming.

I was trembling, so confused…so damn confused. This was not Milo! This was not the man I loved, but I was so wet, and my clit was throbbing so hard, if he barely touched it, I would probably break with a release.

At any given moment, I could have stopped this, but I didn’t. Hell, I was the one who touched him first. Why didn’t I stop it? Why did I let him do this?

With subtle movements, he tucked himself into his jeans and zipped them, resuming his stance, his hands on the bar between mine.

My chin quivered, tears burning my eyes. Bowing my head, my wet hair fell around my face, concealing my features twisting with sorrow. I hated myself. I was a horrible person. If Milo found out, he would never forgive me.

He could never find out. Wyatt would just have to keep his damn mouth shut because I could not – would not – lose Milo over this mistake. My entire future and happiness were at stake.

How the hell did I convince Wyatt to keep this a secret?