Page 67 of Wild Stars

He’s such a fucking dick.

“I need you to understand something first.”

“Anything,” I say, like the desperate man I am.

“This body...”He breathes the words against my ear as he removes his hand from my neck, bringing both hands to my hips andgrabbingme.“This body is capable of great things,” he says.His voice is dark, rumbling over the shell of my ear and sending shivers skating down my spine.

I swallow harshly as a bout of heat forms in my core.His legs pin me, and I can’t move, my exposed cock twitching as a fresh bloom of wetness forms from the tone of his voice alone.

“This body...”he whispers in my ear, “...is a work of fucking art.”

His right hand slides up beneath my shirt, fingers plucking at my nipple ring while his left grips my hip, squeezing my love handles, rubbing the extra bit of skin there that I’ve never been able to shake.

“Say it,” he commands, and I feel like I can’t breathe.

I want to say the words, but they are trapped in my throat.I look at him with pleading eyes.The way he’s touching me, the sound of his voice makes me feel exposed in a way that has nothing to do with sex.

His bright eyes are full of heat, full of command.His fingers trace my skin, even the squishy bits, making my entire body warm.

“Matty, I?—”

“Say it,” he growls, like sexy Batman.“Know your worth, Dare.”

He lifts his face from my neck, turning my chin to look into his eyes once more.

His thumb brushes my cheek and I nod.

“My body is capable of great things,” I respond, my voice shaky.

“And?”he growls, his hand sliding down my neck, over my shoulder, trailing ever so leisurely down my chest.He traces the spot on my chest where the giant stitched heart lays.

“This body is a...”I swallow, feeling strangely on the spot, vulnerable.

I’ve performed for sold out crowds for the last year, given a hundred interviews—all disasters, nevertheless—but somehow these words are the hardest I’ve ever had to say.

“This body is a work of art.”My voice is barely a whisper.

Matty holds my gaze.

“Good boy.”His voice is stern and commanding as he slides down my legs, to the limousine floor.

His hands push my legs apart, and he gazes up at me from between my legs, keeping eye contact as he takes my cock into the back of his throat in one swift motion, and I cry out with pleasure.

I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold it.

And when Matty rolls his tongue around my shaft, while massaging my damn balls, I can’t.

My body locks up as I come and my hands find their way into Matty’s dark hair, his fingers digging into the underside of my thighs.

I look up, through the skylight in the limo, and all I can see is the stars, and I feel like I am finally worthy of being one.

CHAPTER18

Mateo

When the car stops,I feel like the world does, too.

Dare catches his breath, and I can still taste him in my mouth.

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