Page 27 of The Stallion
Tripping over my heels, I fell to my right against a bright red door and gripped the handle for support.
With my weight pressing down on it, the lock turned, and without a second to regain my balance, the force of the door pulled me into a dark room, something catching me before I ended up face down on the floor.
“Lost?”
I sucked in a sharp breath as strong hands lifted me upright, and I found myself pressed up against the interior wall, my eyes straining to adjust to the darkness.
Shit, am I in trouble?
“I—no… I’m just looking… f-for the restroom.” I stammered, trying to form a cohesive sentence between my drunken slurs.I one hundred percent overdid it with the champagne—or the vodka.
Warmth caressed the side of my neck and down to my collarbone before sliding up the center of my throat, stopping at the base of my lower lip.
The touch was tender—sensual even—and I felt myself leaning into its gravitational pull.
More—I wanted more of whatever this was.
It felt so fucking good—soright.
My palms were pressed firmly against the wall to ground me before whoever this was made my body float away like a loose leaf down a lazy river.
The first thing I saw as my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness was a set of soft, lush lips. And all I could imagine was how they would feel against mine.
Who cared who they belonged to… I just wanted to taste them.
Breathlessly, I leaned further forward, caught in his wake.
Whoever this mystery man was, he had me sloppily falling to my knees for him—figuratively.
His thumb pressed against my lip, making me craveotherthings—literally.
“You’re far from a restroom, but it seems like you’re searching for a very different kind of relief.” His voice was smooth like velvet, and just like in the theater, I found myself entranced, unable and unwilling to move.
These men had a hold on me unlike any other.
A beam of light streaked through the crack in the door, cutting across his face and allowing me to see his mysterious, mesmerizing eyes. They weren’t blue, green, or even brown—they were all the colors blended together. I’ve never seen anything like them in my entire life, except—
“Is there something that I can do for you, sweet girl?”
Oh, fuck me to the moon.
Yes, everything.
Do fucking everythingto me, please.
Most likely the alcohol talking, but I was a horny, sexually deprived mess, and whoever this beautiful man was, I wanted whatever he was offering right this goddamn second.
“Y-yes.” My eyes dropped in hopes of the limited light giving me a glimpse of something else, something far lower than his face.
His lips twisted into a rakish smirk as he followed my descending gaze, releasing a soft chuckle that sent butterflies fluttering through me.
This man was doing things to my body, and he was barely even touching me.
My breaths had turned into needy gasps of desire as I reached my hand out, attempting to pull his body closer to mine, begging for physical contact.
I wanted to feel him pressed right up against me—moving inside of me.
“Tell me what you want.” His warm breath caressed my ear as he leaned in with a low, almost growling murmur.
