Page 55 of Wild Stars

Otherwise, I’ll be tempted to stay up all night, trying to write and procrastinating sleep.

Mage Of Mercy’sControlfills the space of my bedroom, low enough it won’t bother anyone else, and only I can hear it.

Matty’s words dance in my brain along with his gravelly, roguish voice.

There are plenty of artists who are enhanced by technology, produced to sound good, but tonight, when I heard him sing in the studio—singing my favoriteMage Of Mercysong to boot—I couldn’t deny that Matty is the real deal.

But if I’m being honest, it’s not just his voice that makes my brain turn to mush, and it’s not just the fact he’s six foot four and built like a fucking brick house that makes my cock hard.

It’s his attitude, his bite.

It’s the sliver of moments where he cracks.

Where I can really seehim.

Make no mistake, Mateo Starr is a dick.

ButMatty...Matty is the man strumming away on a guitar, singing with raw emotion about needing control, about searching for satellites to call him home.

Or perhaps an alien to abduct him.

I know he said what happened between us would never happen again.That itcouldn’t.

But fuck, I want it to.

I want to kiss him, touch him, and fucking eat him like a bowl of marshmallow fluff, and I want to lick that bowl damnclean.

The thought of licking Mattyanywheremakes my cock wet, and I use my hand to spread the copious precum along my shaft like it’s fucking lube.The damaged warranty expired brain cell that controls my cock latches on to Matty’s dirty text.

Hopefully, you weren’t probed too hard.

“Fuck me.”I groan in the darkness of my bedroom, squeezing my thickness.My words ring out with resounding truth that only fuels my fire.

Fuck.Me.

The warmth of my hands melds with the moist feel of my precum and I know I’m not far off.

And because I’m clearly certifiable—as Matty says—I let my free hand travel up my chest to my neck, and I place my fingers around my throat.

In the privacy of my bedroom, at nearly three am, I have no reason to hold back.

So, I let my fantasy free, imagining Matty’s hand around my throat.

I let go of my aching shaft, my hand and fingers wet enough with my own juices that I don’t think twice about sinking a finger into my hole.The intrusion is sudden and causes a fresh blossom of moisture to form.

I shudder as my cock twitches, the cool air against the wetness and the tightness of my insides causing a deep moan to escape my throat.

It feels really fucking good.

My experience with men has been pretty limited to blowjobs, eating ass, andonce,I hooked up with a dude at our launch party after we signed with Casualty Records, but I have to admit I was wasted, and as such, it didn’t last very long by the time I managed to get my condom on.Two thrusts into the guy and I was toast, and he was, too.

But the thought of beingprobedby Matty, of letting him claim land no one else has, the thought of his fingers squeezing my throat while he stretches me...

I pick up my pace, my breath catching as my rhythm becomes more erratic, as the thought of his cock buried deep inside me while heordersme to beg for it fills my brain...

It’s too much.

“Fuck me!”I groan into the side of my pillow as I come, diluting my ecstasy if only because I don’t want to wake anyone else up and have them discover me like this.

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