Page 32 of Wild Stars

All I feel isalive.

“How am I supposed to keep up with your fucking moods?One minute you’re a dick, the next you’re renting limos because you think it’s what I want,” I snap.

“I didn’t rent the limo for you, little shit.”

“Yes, you did.”I push my body against him, knocking him back against the wall on the opposite side.His back thuds against the wall, and I don’t miss the shock in his gaze.

The way his eyes glisten causes my cock to twitch, igniting a fire within me I know isn’t entirely to blame on the alcohol.

I brace my hands on the wall beside his shoulders.

He’s got a few inches on me, so I have to look up at him.

His chest rises with heavy breaths.

He grabs my neck, his hand around my throat.

I’m far too keyed up, far too drunk, and far too past the point of fucking caring.

I throw my last operating brain cell to the wind as I crush my mouth against his like an avalanche.

Matty’s body stiffens beneath me, but he opens his mouth.

He fucking openshis mouth.

He pulls away for a moment, eyes wide with shock.

And then hepullsme against him, setting one hand on the exposed flesh of my hip, while the other squeezes my throat and fuckingkisses me back.

The reality is too much to comprehend.

All I know is that I want more.

I press my body against him, pinning him to the wall.His cock twitches against my own, and clearly, I’ve lost all my marbles in this fucking place, because the words that come out of my mouth arenotmine.

They can’t be, because I would never say, “You like that, don’t you?”

Matty bites my lower lip with his teeth before plunging his tongue into my mouth, which only fuels my temporary bout of insanity.

“Fucking hell, Dare...”Matty’s voice is blurry, like my vision.

I thrust my hips against him, rubbing my erection against his, and he curses in my mouth.

“I want you to beg for it,” I growl.

“Fuck,” Matty groans.“No,” he fights.“I will not!”

I thrust myself against him, kissing, licking, and doing everything I can to keep this version of Matty alive.He groans as I do so, so I keep doing it.

Because I can’t deny I like him like this.

Hard, needy, and fucking beneath me.

“This is what I bring to the table,” I say like a fucking idiot.“And I’m going to make you fucking beg for it.”I flash him a lecherous grin.

Somewhere in my drunk mind, I think that’s a zinger.

“Fuck!”Matty growls in return, shivering beneath my weight.

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