Page 16 of The Stallion (Men Under Revue #2)

Bria

Dallas was fucking infuriating, and so was my goddamn body.

One minute, my thighs wanted to straddle him and take him for a ride; the next, I wanted to punch him in his pretty face until he bled.

I had to have lost my fucking mind for agreeing so quickly to go with him and to be married to the man for real—but I had my reasons.

While I wasn’t entirely against sharing a bed with someone like Dallas, I knew that if I were within arm’s reach all night, every night, I wouldn’t be able to control myself from doing more than simply sleeping next to him.

The temptation alone from just sitting this close to him was more than I could bear. I had needs, and Dallas could fulfill every single one of them if last night were any indication of exactly what he was capable of— endless screaming orgasms.

Asher and I texted back and forth the entire drive as I attempted to avoid any and all forms of interaction with him.

He needed to keep his dick in his pants, and I needed to keep my ovaries from bursting at the seams.

This is what happens when you finally have one solid fuck after several years of being turned down, wondering what the fuck was wrong with you…

If you had lost your sex appeal entirely—that you were no longer the object of their obsession and desire —a woman’s worst nightmare.

Before I could explain to Asher what had happened with Dallas last night—his proposition—she interrupted me by stating that she had been in contact with Connor’s parents. Concerned about his sudden radio silence—it had been almost four days, and still not a single word from him.

I loved the girl to death, but sometimes she just couldn’t leave well enough alone. Even from that very first night we’d met, she was the one who convinced me to let Connor in—claiming that he was too good to pass up .

While her intentions were good, he certainly wasn’t, and I never found the courage to speak up and admit the truth of what we had become.

Connor and I were through, as far as I was concerned. I didn’t want to hear or even see his name from now until his obituary was shared across social media .

The fact that Asher was still poking around as to why he had abruptly packed up and left pissed me off. I didn’t want to know his reasonings anymore—blanket fucking excuses. I didn’t care.

I wasn’t damaged by our unexpected break-up by any means, but I was left with a hole in my heart—that, and the inability to trust anyone else ever again.

Ash: I’m sorry, Bria… Please don’t hate me. I’m just looking out for you.

Leaving her last text on read, I locked my screen and turned to stare outside the window for the rest of the drive.

I didn’t hate her; I could never. But she needed to stay out of it— all of it.

Asher would always be like a sister to me, but she was meddling with my life, and honestly, that was the last thing I needed right now.

I should've never fallen for the stereotypical jock. He could have had any woman he desired from the start; why did it have to be fucking me?

Men like Connor moved on far too quickly once they got bored with their toys. Because that’s all I ever was to him—a toy, a pretty little play thing that had run out her use.

I was stupid to stay with him for as long as I did.

To commit myself—heart and soul .

Believing that he would be my first love and my last— everything .

I took a leap of faith by letting him in, thinking that was what love at first sight felt like—and that was my biggest mistake of all.

With the time I’ve had to reflect on our relationship, I was surprised he’d managed to stick around for as long as he did before finding another woman to crawl under, even though I did everything I could to satisfy him.

Everyone—even Asher—believed we were a perfect pair. We weren’t, we were far from it, but the performance we put on was fucking flawless—worthy of an Oscar nomination.

Perhaps she was right… Maybe I should try to find someone to help me overcome what I’d lost—what Connor had destroyed within me.

On second thought, the very hot man driving this very expensive car looks like a worthy solution to my problem.

This surprising turn of events is becoming increasingly beneficial for me the longer I consider it—suddenly, I don't find myself in a rush to get myself out of this deal.

What better way to finally fuck around without any strings or emotions attached than with my new, legally bound, and screaming hot husband.

Dallas certainly wasn’t concerned about feelings, and neither was I at this point.

This arrangement would be taking fuck buddy to an entirely new level—a fuck husband perhaps?—and I was here for every single second of it.

Dallas pulled the car into a gated community, where half of the homes were still under construction, and at least a quarter of the land remained untouched.

I had to admit, I didn’t take him for one who would actually own a home. I half expected Dallas to live in a ridiculous penthouse on The Strip—which would fit his McLaren—but not this…

My jaw fell to the floor as he parked in the driveway of a gorgeous Suncrest Mid-Century modern-style home.

The exterior was cream, with wood-paneled accents on what appeared to be an isolated front office space—the floor-to-ceiling windows leaving little to hide—it was separated from the house by a small courtyard path. The two-car garage, with frosted windows, enhanced the overall modern appearance.

“This is where you live?” I asked in awe as I took in the beautiful sight.

I couldn’t imagine what the inside would look like if this were only the outside. I had to give him credit—the man had taste. I could see myself living here—for now.

“ We live, but yes. This is our home.” Our home… I rolled my eyes at the sentiment, snapping out of my state of wonder and refocusing on the fact that this would only be a temporary marriage.

I wasn’t planning to stick around and play house with him forever .

Clearing my throat, I got out of his car, yanking my suitcase from the back seat before skirting around to the front gate that led into the courtyard.

Fuck, this house was massive…

Dallas came up from behind me and unlocked the front door, pushing it open with a flattened palm, then stepping aside to allow me through first.

I tightened my jaw at the gesture, trying my fucking hardest not to let it fall to the floor as I gaped at the stunning interior.

The living room was open-concept, with vaulted ceilings and windows that gave an unobstructed view of the vast desert and distant mountains behind the home. On the opposite side of the living room was a breathtaking sunroom that resembled a solid glass snow globe.

“To the right and a left around the corner is the hall to our bedroom,” Dallas whispered over my shoulder as he walked past me into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

I pressed my lips together as I glared daggers at the back of his head, then turned on my heel and headed straight into the master bedroom.

And why was I not fucking surprised to find a bed that could fit twelve grown ass adults? Plenty of space for both of us, at least.

As long as Dallas stayed on his side of the mattress and I stayed on mine, we wouldn't touch at all; it'd be almost as if we had separate beds in the same room .

“Up for round two?” Dallas teased from over my shoulder, and I jumped, right before he wrapped his arm around me with a wolfish smirk, holding a glass of red wine out for me to take.

Remember, Bria, this is only short-term—casual sex with misleading titles… Fuck it.

At the theater, Dallas had me speechless, molten in the palm of his hand. It would be a damn shame if I never returned the favor. I wasn't going to let him believe he was the only one with power around here.

I released the handle of my suitcase, hearing the metal hit the floor with a loud bang that echoed off the white walls, before taking the glass of wine, calculating my next move.

My eyes locked with his, and the tri-color blend they held sent my heart fluttering against my chest.

I unceremoniously tipped back the glass and downed its entire contents, hoping that the alcohol would take hold quickly and help my nerves catch up to the confidence I had in my brain.

I couldn’t focus on my goal when he gave me that look, those fuck me eyes caressing every inch of my skin.

Shit… why couldn’t he have been fucking ugly…

Just as Dallas parted his lips to speak, I set the glass on the closest surface I could find before launching myself at him, my mouth claiming his as I gave in to every impulse that raced through my body like an electrical surge.

He fell back a step from the force of my body crashing into his, and I could feel his hands as they gripped my hips and pulled me in even closer .

“Not the reaction I was expecting.” Dallas chuckled between a mouthful of our tongues as they tangled together and fought for dominance throughout our fervent kiss.

Taking complete control of our situation, I shoved all my weight against his chest, as hard as I could—and Dallas let me, backing him up against the wall at the far side of the room—right where I needed him.

“Shut up and let me taste you,” I growled, tugging at the waistband of his jeans as I fell to my knees before him.

There were few things in this world that I would ever beg for, let alone get on my knees for, but this man’s cock was one of them. The ecstasy he elicited from my body was irresistible.

Just the lingering memory of how he felt between my thighs last night lived rent-free in my head, and I’d give anything for more.

With frantic, greedy hands, I worked to unbutton his jeans, ripping them down along with his boxers, to free his—

“What the fuck is that.” I gasped as I stared awkwardly at his dick, unbelieving of what stood at rock-hard attention in front of my face.

“I’m going to assume by your reaction that you’ve never seen a pierced cock before?” Dallas sounded so casual as if dick piercings were a standard among men these days.

Were they?

“It… It looks like it would hurt.” I whispered as I inspected the head of his dick. Surprisingly, it was dotted with four studs evenly placed around the rim.

Well, this explains why I came so hard last night.

“It’s called a magic cross, and I can assure you, it doesn’t hurt, sweet girl.

Especially when it’s buried deep inside that pretty tight pussy, making you writhe and scream for more.

” He wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself confidently right before my eyes, growing even harder by the second.

Was his piercing intimidating? Yes.

Did I still want it in my mouth and down the back of my throat? Also, yes.

I inhaled deeply, licking my lips and pumping myself up for what I was about to do, reinforcing that I wanted this.

Oh, how I fucking wanted him…

Leaning forward, I parted my lips as my eyes drifted up to meet his, with a hunger coursing through me that felt like it was descending straight to my core.

Dallas released his grip, and I replaced it with mine, holding him firmly, before sliding the tip of his cock past my wet lips.

I savored the sweet and salty taste of him as my tongue swirled around the head and rolled over each piercing. A rush came from touching every individual stud, sending shivers of excitement up my spine.

Hearing a deep groan, I peered back up at Dallas through my dark lashes, admiring how his head rolled back to press against the wall.

Everything was new here: the man, the relationship, the piercing.

Christ, Dallas had me feeling like a fucking virgin right now and I was eating it up .

Breathing through my nose, I swallowed him down the back of my throat. I may have felt like a virgin in his presence, but wasn’t about to take his dick like one—especially not with my mouth.

I loved the sensation—his taste—the sheer satisfaction of making a man speechless without uttering a word or spreading my legs.

There were far worse things I could do than simply parting my lips for him.

I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks as I pulled back until the head of his dick was locked between my lips like a blow pop, using the tip of my tongue to play with its core.

His pre-cum coated my tongue, and I moaned from the flavor as I steadily took him down once again, even deeper than the first time.

Dallas’s fingers tangled in my hair as I continued the same excruciatingly slow rhythm, near purring every time his cock was wrapped within my throat, taking my time, letting the vibrations carry him away.

I could feel his fingers tense into a fist every time I hollowed my cheeks around his dick and knowing that I had him close to the edge, I reached a hand up to massage and play with his balls.

Wanting to taste even more of him, I switched my hand to stroke his cock, as I dipped my head under it to suck each ball into my mouth, twisting my tongue around it before popping it out and pulling in the other.

“Bria,” Dallas rasped through a dry moan—utterly breathless.

I released his balls after one last swirl of my tongue, unable to control the smirk and chuckle from his plea .

“Yes? Not up to your standard for a blowjob?” I mocked, curling the tip of my tongue out of the corner of my mouth as I looked up at him with an innocent expression— like I didn’t just suck him to the brink of coming.

“I don’t have a standard when it comes to you.

You are my standard. But I would much rather come inside that perfect pussy than your pretty sassy mouth.

We’ve got more than enough time to do that later.

” Dallas’s breaths were heavy, filled with carnal desire as he bent forward to lift me off my knees and throw me onto the center of the bed.

Without hesitation or need for direction, I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it across the room before he gripped my hips, dragging me toward him at the edge of the mattress.

His fingers dipped under the waistband of my cheer shorts before he tore them down my thighs, leaning in to press a kiss on the inside of each one.

God, everything he did was erotic—arousing.

My aching pussy tensed with each feather-light touch from his soft lips.

“Dallas.” I breathed with pleading eyes as I stared up at him, wanting to feel every inch of his thick length inside of me.

I wanted him to spread me wide and fill me up until I could hold no more of him.

“I’d save your pleas for later, wifey, once I have you screaming and begging to come.

” He dropped his jeans and boxers to the floor alongside my shorts and thong before crawling onto the bed between my legs.

“After tonight, you’ll never utter another man’s name again, sweet girl.

From now on, it will always be Dallas .”

I'd say his name as many times as necessary if it meant a lifetime of explosive, earth-shattering orgasms.