All Chapters of Midnight Cravings: Steamy Erotic Stories : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Well, that sucked giant balls." I close the door with a little more force than necessary, relieved to be back home in my apartment. The television's on in the living room and it looks like my housemate's been watching one of her serial killer documentaries to wind down before bed. "Millie!" I call out. "Where are you?""Bathroom!" she yells back. "There in a sec."I slip off my black stilettos and rest my hand against the wall, lifting my foot to massage my tortured toes. At twenty-five, I think I've just worn my last pair of heels--and I'm ninety-nine percent sure I'm done with dating apps, too.I rub my other foot and straighten, wondering why I keep putting myself through this crap. I've just wasted two precious hours listening to a man go on and on about his psycho exes and how women are all the same and you can't trust a single one of them, you know? News flash, buddy: if all your exes are psychos, you either made them that way or you have a type.Oh shit. Awareness speeds throu

I slide onto the barstool beside the man and immediately want to inhale him. He smells divine, like leather and soap and broken hearts. I order a hard cider and pay with my phone, then turn my mobile to silent mode and rest it face down on the bar. If Millie and Hannah blow it up with their commentary, I want to avoid the distraction.I don't look the man's way until I've taken my first sip.Unfortunately, he's even more impressive up close. Big, broad shoulders, dark brows, sensual lips, and a smooth jaw that I want to rub my cheek against. Ugh. I love men so much--their smell, their muscles, the way their arms feel around you, their straightforward, uncomplicated brains. I just wish I could find one who loves me."Why are you staring at me?" he asks, keeping his gaze directed at his drink.His voice is deeper than I expected, and the hint of amusement means we're off to a good start. "I'm just wondering why you look so sad. Did you miss out on a big modelling contract or something?"

Fuck." He pulls back and rips his hand out from under my t-shirt. "Come home with me. Say you'll come home with me."My breaths are coming faster, my face hot, my body aching with the weight of the arousal that's taken over every part of my being. I've never been this turned on before. "I won't make it. Let me get a head start, then meet me in the bathroom at the back of the pub. It's big. There's plenty of room. Don't ask me how I know that."Before he can open his mouth to respond, I kiss his cheek, grab my phone off the bar, and walk away.On shaking legs, I weave past the pool tables, step around clusters of people, and text Millie to let her know I'll make my own way home. I stride toward the back of the pub, heading straight for the single-occupancy cubicle at the end, locking the door behind me as soon as I'm safely inside.While I wait for Dalton's knock, I slip my phone in my back pocket and rest my hands on the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. I look like a mad woman.

Half a dozen people are hanging out in the small space. There's a man making out with a woman in the corner; he has his hand in her hair, and his mouth breaks from hers to travel down her throat. She tilts her chin back to welcome his attention, and I smile a bit as I look away. Three women are standing near the island bench laughing about something that has one of them doubled over, while the other two have tears in their eyes. Then there's Layla on the opposite side of the bench, smiling absently at the women as she uses a bottle opener to crack the lid on a hard cider. She takes a long drink and rests the bottle on the bench, swallowing as she listens to the cackles and conversation. While I stand there watching her, it's like she can feel me. I don't say a word, I don't move, but her body tenses, and her gaze swings slowly in my direction. I look at her for a long beat, taking in the blue of her irises and the flush in her cheeks. Her long, brown hair is pushed back from her fac

She smiles, enjoying playing with me. "I wanted to strip down to my lingerie and face the mirror. Rest my hands on the vanity and watch you fuck me from behind." She slips her hand down the front of my body and cups me through my jeans, squeezing my cock until I want to drag her over to the bed and dive on her. "Or maybe..." she says with a teasing note, "you'd be the one kneeling before me. You'd peel off my panties, put your mouth on my pussy, and get your face all messy. I've never done that standing up, but you might be too tall to pull it off, I think."My heart's pounding, my dick's hard, and I'm about to lose my composure. "Lift your dress right now." I can see and feel everything she's telling me, almost like we were never interrupted that night and we're in the bathroom together now. She laughs a split second before I kiss her again, my tongue more forceful this time around, her whimpers my reward. "I'm gonna need you to take off this dress," I say, surprised by the roughness