Falling for a Stranger by Shandi Boyes

Author:Shandi Boyes [Boyes, Shandi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shandi Boyes

Chapter 3

“The lock, secure the lock.”

Dalton drags his lips away from mine to fasten the latch in the accessible bathroom stall we've stumbled into. I want to pretend we are shredding each other’s clothes off like out-of-control nymphs because we are blinded by a drunken haze, but that isn't the case. I haven't touched a drop of alcohol all night, and from the minty freshness of Dalton’s breath, I can confidently declare he isn’t intoxicated either.

But just because we haven’t consumed alcohol doesn't mean we’re not drunk. We are as high as a kite—the risqué fumes of lust inspiring our romp.

“Your pants. They need to come off, and they need to come off now!”

Dalton smiles against my mouth as his hands drop to his trousers. Dragging my lips away from his, I brace my back on the cold, tiled wall, wanting to watch the man responsible for the gobbledygook streaming through my head.

The visual is. . . whoa!

I knew from what I felt the last three hours while dancing that his body was mind-blowing, but being awarded its beauty up close adds a whole new element to the excited mess slicking my skin.

"Here, let me," I offer, lowering to my knees to help him remove his trousers, my patience as thin as my self-respect.

I am twenty-eight years old; I should not be engaging in sexual shenanigans in a bathroom stall at my best friend’s wedding, but I can’t seem to stop myself. It is either in here or the middle of the dance floor. The festivities have died down the past few hours, but there are still a good few hundred people in attendance, so a bathroom romp is better than a public shaming.

I don’t even get Dalton’s pants to his knees before I’m freeing the rock sitting in his trunks. “Oh for the love of god,” I moan when his cock slaps his stomach from my overeager retrieval.

There is only one way that slap could sound hotter—if it were happening on my throbbing clit.

Dalton’s briefs join his trousers huddled around his knees as I drink him in. His cock is impressively long and eye-buggingly thick. The vein inflating it matches the crazy beat of my heart. It thuds in a way that only incites more recklessness.

"Fuck, Becca," Dalton growls as his hands race to my hair.

Appreciative of his throaty groan, I lick his crown for the second time before sealing my lips over his pulsating member. My mouth burns from being stretched so wide, but I slowly inch down, taking as much of him as possible without gagging.

I hum against his throbbing crest, loving the taste of him in my mouth. As my tongue lavishes the underside of his cock, I drag my lips back to the tip.

My routine follows the same practice another two times before my twitching hands join the steamy situation. Excited by the stickiness seeping from his cock, I firm my sucks as my strokes double. Dalton awards my dedication by tightening his grip in my hair.

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