Page 99 of When the Stars Rise

A thrill shoots through me, and I throw my head back and laugh, feeling slightly unhinged.

“Everything,” he says, staring at me with a glint in his eye. “I want to see everything. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve jerked off while fantasizing about you?”

“How many?” I whisper.

“Too many to count.” He fists my hair, arching my neck, and leans in close, his hot breath skating across my skin. He dips down, brushing his lips over my skin before sinking his teeth into my earlobe. He sucks on it to ease the sting and murmurs, “You need to be punished for that.”

My body is humming, and I’m filled with anticipation, waiting to see what he’ll do next.

He slides my bra straps down my arms and reaches behind me, unclasping it with one hand, then spins me around and yanks my hands behind my back, binding my wrists with my own bra. He tugs at the straps to make sure they’re secure. “You don’t get to touch me until I give you permission.”

“Or what?”

He presses his erection between my ass cheeks. “You won’t get any of this.” I reach for him, but before I can touch him, he spins me back around so I’m facing him.

“What did I tell you?” With his hands on my shoulders, he forces me to my knees and takes a few steps back so he’s out of reach. I groan in protest.

Unbuttoning his jeans, he pushes down the waistband and frees his cock, fisting it. “I had to stop at a rest stop and jerk off in the restroom. I pictured you on your hands and knees with your ass in the air, and my cock buried deep inside you. I had my hand wrapped around your throat…”

“Choking me a little?”

“Yeah. I was choking you while I pounded into you, and that sweet pussy of yours was clenching me so tight.” I can’t do anything but watch as he squeezes the base of his cock, and it twitches in his hand. “And when you’re on stage looking all hot in your short little dresses, I want to climb on stage and fuck you …”

I squeeze my thighs together, panting. My nipples tighten, and it’s almost painful. I want to touch myself. Touchhim.

He strokes himself, eyes on me. A drop of precum glistens on the tip, and I lick my lips, desperate to taste him. “You want some of this?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I want to suck your cock.”

“You want to take me in so deep the tip will be nudging the back of your throat, and you’ll be gagging on it, don’t you?”

I nod again, my chest heaving. I want him so badly I’m willing to say or do anything to have him. “Yes. I want you to come inside my mouth. Fill me up with your cum.”

“And you’d drink it all down.”

I lick my lips. “Every last drop.”

He beckons me with the crook of his finger, and with my hands tied behind my back, I crawl to him on my knees, the rough carpeting chaffing my skin.

When I reach him, I lean forward and lick his slit, tasting him on my tongue. I let out a moan as I wrap my lips around his cock and take him all the way in. So deep, his tip is touching the back of my throat.

He groans and grabs the back of my head, yanking my hair until my scalp stings and tears spring to my eyes. Pleasure laced with pain is my favorite drug.

“That’s it. Suck my cock like a good girl.”

I suck harder, my cheeks hollowed, and swirl my tongue around his hard length. I want everything he has to give. I wantallof him.

“You like that, baby?”

“Mmmm.” A dull throbbing ache is building in my core, and I’m so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs. I squeeze them together and look up at his face. His eyes are at half-mast, lips parted. He’s beautiful like this. A fallen angel with his messy, dirty-blond hair and those full lips that have brought me to the brink hundreds of times. I want to feel them on my skin, on my clit, teasing and coaxing an orgasm out of me.

He pulls out suddenly, leaving me gaping. “Wha–”

Noah pulls me to my feet, releases my hands, and tosses me onto the mattress. I push myself up on my elbows and watch him undress, my gaze roaming down his bare torso and sculpted abs to his cock, so thick and hard, jutting straight up. He climbs onto the bed and crawls up my body, settling between my thighs. His erection is pressing against my belly.