Page 18 of Wild Stars (Rock His World #2)

CHAPTER 18

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.

What have I done?

I can’t even blame this on the alcohol. Two drinks may be enough to level me, but it is not enough to get me drunk enough to lower my inhibitions by any means.

I’m worried that any moment this bubble will break, and reality will set in, so I do the only thing I can think of.

I slide out of the car, and open his door.

Dare gazes up at me as he slides out of the limo, pausing for a moment as if he, too, is afraid to move.

And because I enjoy the torment, I implore him with my gaze, and my weakness takes hold.

“Let me walk you,” I say, but it is not a command.

It is a wish, a prayer.

A sliver of hope that perhaps I can make this moment last a fraction longer before things get awkward.

I said this couldn’t happen.

I promised myself I wouldn’t let this happen.

But here I stand, before this magnetic man, bracing for the impact.

For the fall.

Dare nods as he looks up at me from underneath his dark lashes. “I’d like that,” he replies, flashing me with a smirk.

And so, I walk him down the sidewalk, up the steps to his front door like a gentleman, and for the moment, it is enough that I can pretend we are just two people enjoying this fragile moment; the calm before the storm.

Dare pauses, and I know it is time to say goodbye.

“Well, I suppose this is where I?—”

Dare leans in, wrapping one hand around my throat as he pulls me close, his soft lips pressing against mine, and all my resolve disappears.

I fall into his gravitational pull, opening my mouth once more for him, and his tongue probes mine.

I can still taste him in my mouth, and his kiss fills me with renewed desire.

I am powerless to resist this, resist him.

Dare irritates the living hell out of me, but he also illuminates me, terrifies me, and drives me fucking mad.

Perhaps it is I who is certifiable.

He breaks away from me, gazing up at me with glassy, dark eyes.

“Stay.” He says the words firmly, with absolute clarity.

It isn’t a suggestion.

It is a demand.

My dying heart aches to beat again at those words, but they frighten me.

More than anything.

My heart catches in my throat as I spiral out, debating what to say.

To stay or go.

Dare settles his hand on my hip.

I know I should push him away, but his touch is warm, and the air around us is cold.

His fire is addicting.

Like a wildfire spreading

Tearing down the forest of my heart

Destruction giving way to freedom

You are my wild star

“I know you’re scared,” he whispers, his pink tongue darting out to trace over his lips, and my entire body freezes at his words.

He tugs my hips gently, pulling me toward him, and I foolishly let him.

“I am not—” My voice betrays me as it shakes.

“But I need you to know something,” he says softly.

Involuntarily, I lean into his space, seeking more of his warmth. Seeking the silky, smooth lips that silence everything else when they take control of mine.

“What’s that?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. I feel like I am on the edge of a cliff.

He smiles, and the sight is full of mischief. “Stay, and maybe you’ll find out.”

Little shit.

He shifts his weight, tossing some dark hair behind his shoulder.

“Besides, it’s late, and my townhouse is a lot closer to the studio than your place is.”

He isn’t entirely wrong, and I can’t argue with him about the logistics.

I look up at his townhouse, which looks so much smaller than anywhere I’ve been in the last twenty years.

It’s a far cry from the woods, from the somewhat secluded property where Hailee and I reside.

“And you know no one else is home, and if I’m alone, well, something bad could happen.” He grins. “You wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to me, would you Matty?” he teases, his voice full of mischief and darkness.

Perhaps, it is because I have lost my marbles, or perhaps, it is because being around Dare makes me feel like I’m young again. Perhaps, the kid is rubbing off on me, infecting me with his sweet brand of chaos.

“Of course not,” I say definitively. I look back to my driver, waving him off.

Dare opens the door, waving me in.

“After you, Batman.”

When the door closes, it’s like a switch inside me has been flipped. I take his face in my hands once more and I kiss him. Dare falters, falling back against the wall and bringing me with him. The sigh that leaves his throat sends a shiver racing through my spine.

His body softens under my weight as his lips move slowly against mine.

I bite at his lower lip, wanting to feel the in between.

His flesh between my teeth.

His silky hair between my fingers.

The moment between heaven and hell, between everything and nothing.

I’ve kissed Dare a few times, but none of those kisses felt like this.

Warm, raw, and all encompassing.

He pulls at the edges of my t-shirt as he leads me further into his house.

A part of me worries that his bandmates will be home at any moment, that they will walk in on us with our hands all over one another, lips frenzied and rushed as we both fight for dominance.

And the other part of me is thrilled by the thought of getting caught red-handed.

I follow him haphazardly to a bedroom, which I assume must be his.

I don’t know where my shirt ends up, nor do I care at the moment.

All I care about at this moment is the warmth of his palms against my skin, the loud beating of my heart, and the feeling of free falling in darkness.

Dare fumbles with my jeans, and I slide out of them easily, letting them crumple to the floor. My movements are much more fluid as I unbutton his jeans, sliding my hands over his love handles once again, relishing in the feel of his skin beneath my palms.

I let my hands travel up his stomach, sliding beneath his shirt, and he removes it without haste.

For a moment, I steal a glimpse of him before me, dark hair a mess as locks fall over his pale shoulder, dark inky wings painted across his chest, steel rings glistening in the low light.

Dare pulls me back into him, his lips feverish and warm against mine as he tightens his grip and we both fall to the bed easily with a thud. It isn’t as soft as my mattress, but it isn’t terribly uncomfortable.

I settle between his legs, breaking our kiss for a moment to look at him. In the shadow of his bedroom, beneath me, he looks absolutely perfect. His hair is splayed about his pillow, his pale skin contrasting with the dark sheets and covers. The curve of his thighs, and the slight indentation where his skin is trapped beneath the elastic waistband of his boxers, fresh pink marks from the constriction, causes my cock to throb.

His erection slides against my stomach as he arches his back, but his gaze is full of more than just lust.

It is full of something terrifying and beautiful.

Something that causes me to freeze.

“What is it?” I ask, worry building within me far too easily.

Dare looks like he wants to say something, but thinks better of it.

“You.” His voice is barely a whisper. “I just... I never thought in my wildest dreams you’d be here, in my bed. With me. Like this.” His voice, combined with the way he’s looking at me is intoxicating

I’m not sure how to respond, or if I even can.

Dare leans up, pushing me back into his soft covers with one hand on my chest. He angles himself over top of me and I feel as if I can’t move, even though I have all my faculties about me. All I can focus on is the heat of his palm right over my beating heart.

His push isn’t rough or hurried, it’s strangely gentle. As if he, too, is afraid of the fragility of this moment.

But the sight of Dare above me, of his dark hair falling in his eyes, of the muscles in his shoulders, of his kiss-swollen lips, resurrects a part of me I’d long since locked away.

And he is right.

I am scared.

Because the desire to give myself to this man, to submit to him, is fucking terrifying.

Giving anyone the power to break you is terrifying.

But I am powerless to fight his touch, and I fall back into his sheets, surrounded by him, his scent, his wicked grin, his warm touch.

My heart catches in my throat as he pins me beneath him, cocking his head to the side, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

This is it.

This is where I burn.

His sweet smile turns mischievous as he straddles me, pinning me, it seems, in a similar fashion as I had done to him only moments ago.

“That makes two of us,” I murmur as he grinds his cock against mine. I bite my tongue, not wanting to give up so easily, long forgotten desires building within me, begging to be set free.

I don’t want to give in. I don’t want to lose control.

I want him to take it from me.

I can’t be so easy, can I?

After all this time?

Fuck.

Dare smirks, his voice dropping an octave.

“Why did you hit that guy?” he asks.

I try to move, but his weight holds me like a stone.

On display before me, with all his tattoos and the dark look in his eye, it’s impossible to refute the desire that he awakens within me.

Dare does not need ropes or ribbons to bind me.

“You know why.”.

I fight to move, because submission feels so foreign.

I am always the one to care for my subs, to guide them, to rule them.

Not since I was Dare’s age, have I engaged this part of me; the part I assumed died when my heart had been broken the first time.

Dare shakes his head. He slides his hands into the sides of my briefs, tugging roughly.

My cock twitches as his fingers stroke my defined muscles reverently, and then he slides his hand over my hip, grabbing the flesh of my ass with a tight squeeze.

“I want to hear you say it,” he demands, and immediately, I understand exactly what he is doing.

Two can play at this game, wild star.

“Make me,” I growl through my teeth, channeling my Dom voice.

I watch as Dare’s pupils dilate, as something shifts in him.

He pulls my briefs down far enough for my cock to spring free. The chill air of the bedroom only solidifies the truth I can’t deny.

His gaze implores mine, begging me to focus. So, I look away, glancing to see him take out his thick, wet cock through the slit of his boxers once again.

“Is this what you want,” he asks, his voice changing to something darker. Taunting me, tormenting me.

I look away, channeling my best Dare Wylde impression.

A devilish grin stretches across my face, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like switching.

“No,” I bite, like a bitter brat, and it is like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. It feels freeing.

“Liar,” Dare says as he spits on my cock.

It takes an unnerving amount of concentration not to groan or look at him, especially, when it causes a fresh surge of precum to weep from my aching cock.

“Admit it, Matty. You were jealous,” he growls.

Yes...

“Why would I be jealous ?” I say petulantly.

Dare’s warm fist circles my shaft, lathering his saliva with my own juices, and my jaw tenses.

“What reason would I have to possibly be jealous of some asshole who doesn’t know no means no,” I bark.

“Because you want me. Admit it,” he presses, and I grit my teeth.

“No.”

“Liar, liar, your cock’s on fire.”

A moment later, he removes his hand, only to replace the touch with something harder.

His cock.

He thrusts against me, spreading the warm wetness, and I fight the urge to moan, because it feels so bloody good.

“I know you want me,” he growls, grinding his hips and cock against mine. “That you want this.”

“Maybe.” I shrug, looking away from him, trying to fight the grin that wants to spread on my face.

Dare bends down, brushing his cock against mine again as his lips hover above mine, inches away.

“There are no maybes, baby. Just yes or no,” he whispers darkly, and my gaze falls to his lips.

Fuck.

Throwing my words back at me are you, wild star?

I know the rules.

After all, I made them.

“Yes,” I grit through my teeth, my hips moving of their own accord as I fight to thrust myself against his thickness, seeking more of his hardness, more of the wet, rigid warmth that slides against me.

I struggle to keep the groan in my chest as he wraps his hand around the both of us. He takes his free hand and turns my face toward him, holding my neck with a strength that is absolutely heavenly.

“Admit it, Matty. You like this.” He releases my neck, leaning back so I can get a full view of him straddling me, with both our cocks in his hand. “You like what I bring to the table.”

I can feel the beginning of my orgasm culminating like a hurricane, and I know it won’t be long if he keeps this up.

I don’t want to give in, not this soon.

Dare releases his hold on me, and before I can find the words, he settles himself between my legs, grabbing my thighs, and devours me like I am nothing more than a piece of candy. He licks me from base to head as his fingers dance dangerously close to my hole, and I squirm out of both shock and arousal.

A deep groan escapes me, and I cannot resist.

“Fucking hell, Dare,” I hiss as he circles his tongue around my head, pressing into my wet slit as his thumb grazes over my sensitive skin.

I curse his name over and over.

Dare looks up at me from his place between my legs. “Admit it,” he says, and then licking me like a goddamn lollipop, groaning and sucking like I truly am his favorite treat.

He stops and I curse him again.

Such a fucking brat!

“No,” I groan.

Dare presses his thumb against my opening, just enough to inflict the most minimal pressure, and my cock throbs of its own accord. A strangled moan escapes me bitterly.

“Admit it and I’ll let you come.”

Fucking hell!

I breathe deep, trying to still the fire, my frayed nerves, and the truth that will undoubtedly be my undoing.

I cannot fight his command, not when I am this close to coming, this close to submitting.

The need to lose control, to lose myself, to be free ... is too fucking much.

“Yes,” I cry as he pumps my shaft with one hand, licking and nipping at my sensitive cockhead while he uses his thumb to massage my sensitive entrance, flicking, teasing me until I am nearly spasming from sensation alone.

It is a sweet sort of torment; that space between submission and dominance where I am no longer in control of anything.

Where my body speaks with a voice all its own.

“Yes, what?” Dare says, his cocky attitude as arousing as it is irritating. If he thinks he’s going to get away with this...

I will punish him for this.

Mark my words, I will have my fucking revenge on Dare Wylde... one way, or another.

“Yes, I was jealous,” I grit through my teeth.

Dare sucks on my swollen cockhead, pressing the tip of his thumb inside my sensitive hole just a hair, and I think I see stars. I’m so close.

So fucking close...

“And...” His velveteen voice taunts me between long, slow licks up and down my shaft. He removes his explorative digit and leaves me writhing yet again.

I sigh, knowing it is the only way I will make it out alive.

“I...” The words catch in my throat, and I am unsure if I am making a grave mistake.

I suck in a deep breath and breathe the words that will utterly destroy me. Because I’ll never be able to forget their truth, and with truth comes harsh reality.

“Yes, Dare. I want you,” I growl. “But right now, I want—” I twist and buck beneath him, seeking whatever sensation I can get, chasing after my ecstasy.

“Tell me what you want, Matty,” he taunts me.

I huff out an angry, frustrated growl as he licks my leaking cock, his warm tongue making me see stars.

“Right now, I want to fucking come, asshole.”

Dare chuckles darkly. “You didn’t say please...” he says brattily, licking me until another angry moan escapes my lips.

I know what he wants, and so close to release, I can’t fight him.

I can’t fight myself, or the words.

“Please,” I beg.

I don’t miss the way his lips turn up in a smile, or the light in his eyes at my words.

He grins confidently, and my breath catches in my throat as he stops, making my cock throb.

“Fuck!” I curse as another desperate plea escapes my throat.

“Please, Dare... I can’t, I—” My voice breaks with the need, the desperation that clouds me like a poison.

“Told you I’d make you beg,” he says darkly before devouring me once more, taking me all the way to the back of his throat in one fell swoop.

I come without warning, my entire body tensing as my orgasm rips through me like an earthquake.

I reach out, grabbing onto sheets and pillows as I shudder and pulse, as I submit to Dare’s sweet, sweet, chaos.

To him.

His deep groan pulls me back from the heavens, and when I open my eyes, I can see his hand, wrapped around his cock, his own release frothing down the sides of his fist.

I watch hazily as Dare swallows every drop of me.

When he gets up, I feel empty, but also strangely whole.

My eyelids flutter shut, and I hear the sound of running water. A moment later, I can feel his weight on the bed, and the rough feel of a towel against my soft, deflating cock.

“You don’t have to—” I murmur, but Dare’s lips silence me.

“I know, but maybe I want to.” His touch, the way he cares for me, is different than before. It’s still warm, but it’s softer.

I kiss him back weakly as slumber threatens to pull me under.

He breaks our kiss, and a moment later, I feel the tightness of my silky briefs caging me once more.

Warmth surrounds me as Dare pulls my body against his.

His hair tickles my skin, and I let out a euphoric sigh of relief.

I can’t remember the last time anyone held me.

Edward tried to, in the beginning of our relationship—our contract—but I had always felt like it was my job as a Dom to care for him, and as such, I didn’t need anyone to care for me.

Intimacy, love... all of that was wrapped up in the trust my subs gave me, in the trust I gave them.

But the moment Dare drapes his arm over my hip, burrowing his face into my shoulder, I feel a sense of relief.

I like it.

So, I don’t fight. I’m too tired to fight.

Dare’s soothing, dark voice lulls me into a peace I’ve never known as he sings.

“I can feel your light, your shimmer

No matter how far

I’d travel the universe

Just to get a glimpse of you, wild star.”