Page 66 of Wild Stars

I’ve only had one beer, but I have the feeling I could get drunk off of this man’s kiss, off the way he touches me.

“Shut up,” he bites, his tone edged in equal desperation as his hand on my hip travels to the waistband of my jeans.

The weight of him on top of me feels too good to fight, and I don’twantto fight him.

Not when I can barely think straight because of the way he’s touching me.

Like he wants to own every inch of me.

A deep groan escapes my throat as my last brain cell takes a nosedive.

“Make me,” I breathe out, knowing it will be my death.

But death by Mateo Starr seems like a good way to go.

Matty’s lips travel to my jaw, then my neck as he pops the button on my jeans, sliding his hand beneath them, the only thing separating my cock from heaven, a thin barrier of fabric.Though I’m more than aware that I’m harder than a slab of marble at the moment, I raise a shaky hand and test the waters.

I settle my hand on Matty’s hip, tracing my fingers along his firm muscles, and the prominent tent in his fucking pants.His hand finds the slit in my boxers and within seconds, I can feel the warmth of his touch as he finds my cock.

The only sound thought in my brain is that I have died and gone to heaven.Because there’s no other earthly explanation for why Mateo Star would be stroking my cock right now.

Right?

“Where are your words now, Darren?”he growls, his teeth nipping at my earlobe as he whispers in my ear.His voice is dark, confident, demanding.

“Fucking hell, Matty...”

His fingers tighten their grip.“You like this, don’t you?”he bites, his fingers slipping through the precum of my weeping cock.

I close my eyes as my head falls back, his tight grip the only thing keeping me attached to the earth.

“Maybe...”I say, trying not to sound as desperate as I feel.

He chokes me just a little, and my cock throbs.

“There are no maybes, my little wild star.Only yes, or no.”

My entire body melts into a puddle at his words.

My little wild star.

“Yes,” I moan.“Yes, sir.I like this.Very fucking much.”My breath hitches, coming faster.

Matty freezes, and for a moment, I think maybe he’s changed his mind.

That maybe the two drinks have metabolized out of his system and he’s going to stop, like he did the other night at Saint & Sinner.

But instead, he tilts my chin up, forcing me to look up at him as he works my cock slowly, pumping, squeezing.

I’m so close...so damn close.

And almost as if heknows, he stops completely.My balls tighten and reflexively I thrust my hips, trying to keep the friction going, but Matty only shakes his head.

“Matty...please,” I choke out as he removes his hand.

I need to feel his touch, I need to come so bad.

Matty grins evilly at me as he shakes his head.“No.Not yet,” he says as he takes his now free hand, gliding it up my stomach.He presses his palm against my flesh, massaging my hips, and my cock throbs.

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