Page 22 of Wild Stars (Rock His World #2)

CHAPTER 22

Mateo

I keep looking over the contract Dare signed, half expecting it to dissolve into thin air.

With the exception of his testing, everything has been filled out and then some. Some areas have been highlighted and tabbed with post it notes, Dare’s messy writing asking questions or making comments.

I swipe my phone up, dismissing the notification as a knock on my door pulls my attention.

I turn to see it is my sister.

“Hey, a bunch of us are headed out to get something to eat, you want to come with?” she asks.

I nibble on my lips and she catches my gaze.

“You okay?” she asks.

“I should be asking you that question,” I murmur as she enters the dressing room.

“You know traveling always gets to me,” she says softly, coming to sit beside me.

“Mhmm. And Richie Wylde has nothing to do with your mood as of late.”

Hailee shrugs, but she does not deny it.

“Same way Dare has nothing to do with yours.”

I can’t help but chuckle at the reality of the situation.

“Must be something in the Wylde DNA.”

Hailee laughs, and I can’t help but laugh, too.

“You really like him, don’t you?” she asks softly.

A sense of relief falls over me, and I can’t refute her truth.

I look at her, feeling exposed in an entirely new way.

“I think I might be in love with him, Hailee.”

Hailee purses her lips. “Love is a good thing, Mateo. It’s not all heartbreak and sad songs.”

Something tells me I’m not the one she’s truly trying to convince.

“Sometimes, you just need to take a leap of faith.” She forces a smile.

“Is it you who can’t jump, or him?” I ask, not beating around the bush.

“Me,” she replies quietly.

I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. “You deserve someone who makes you happy, Hailee.”

She sighs, her shoulders falling forward. “So do you, Mateo.” She gives me a half smile.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I say as she smiles. “I’ll jump, if you do. That way, if I end up in a ditch, you’ll be there, too,” I tease with saccharine sarcasm.

Hailee smiles, punching me in the arm. “Way to kill the mood, Matty, ” she bites and the moment escapes us.

“Do not call me that,” I snap. “For fucks sake.”

Hailee stands, smiling sweetly. “I don’t know, I kinda like it.” She turns on her heel and heads out the door without allowing me anything to counter that parting shot.

* * *

I stare at the text on my phone, while I wait outside Dare’s door.

When he opens it, I can’t help but feel awestruck.

For one, he’s shirtless, wearing those damn gray sweatpants that hang off his love handles deliciously, but his hair is wet and he smells like a mixture of cheap cologne and lavender soap.

It’s a heady concoction, honestly.

“Matty, hey...” he says with surprise shining in his eyes.

“You have not returned my texts,” I say firmly, the warmth of the pizza box hot against my hand. I see his pupils dilate as he looks to the box in my hands.

“So you thought you’d do a welfare check on me, is that it?” he nips.

“Something like that,” I reply, a grin forming on my face. “May I come in, Darren? Or is there a reason you are keeping me and this delicious pizza outside your hotel room?”

Dare chews his lip. “I just... wasn’t expecting a visitor,” he says as he moves aside for me to enter.

“Did you read your contract?” I ask, wasting no time as I set the pizza down on the dresser and my duffel bag on the chair in front of the desk. I unzip it methodically, so that I have everything I need at my disposal.

His room is a mess, clothes and belongings strewn across the furniture, and he’s got the television on, but it’s on mute.

“Yeah, of course,” he says nervously.

“Then you would know that under paragraph three, line one, failure to respond to your dominant—me—in a timely matter, will result in my coming to check up on you. To make sure you are safe, of course.”

Dare watches me with interest, following my movements with his dark eyes.

“Uh huh. And failure to do so means I get punished, right?” he says with a grin, as he stalks closer to me.

Well, fuck.

I played right into that, didn’t I?

Perhaps Dare is smarter than he looks.

I stand my ground, making no motion to betray my sudden panic to him.

I need to remain in control, of course.

“That is correct. But first, you will tell me why you did not respond.”

Dare shrugs, running his thick fingers through his hair. “I just... sometimes I get in my head about stuff. I’ve been working on Wild Star, and, like, I’m just... not that I’m worried about my test results or anything, but, like, I just don’t do good with waiting.” He blows out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t like not knowing shit.”

It’s my turn to advance on him, and I do. I take steady, solid steps toward him, sliding my arm around his waist, backing him up against the edge of the bed.

“I don’t like not knowing shit, either, Darren.”

I don’t miss the way his body melts, or the way his chest heaves with breath from my forced proximity.

He squirms beneath me and I push him back.

He falls against the bed easily, his gaze full of hunger.

“Will it... will it hurt?” he asks, his voice carrying an innocence his gaze does not.

I stop for a moment as I look at him, and something in his tone pulls my attention.

“I have studied your limits. I won’t do anything you don’t?—”

“Oh no, not the punishment. I mean the... when...”

“English, Dare.”

“I’ve never... bottomed before,” he says, his cheeks reddening. “I should’ve noted that on the form, but there wasn’t a preference, and?—”

Somehow, this doesn’t surprise me.

It also sparks intrigue, but at the moment, I cannot focus on my desires, or my punishments.

I need to care for Dare, and that means putting his needs above my own.

“Yes,” I say as I turn to my duffel, knowing exactly what I need for this lesson. “But if you are prepared enough, trained enough, it won’t hurt as much.”

“Trained?” he asks, his voice darkening just a hair.

I find my tools and stalk closer to him, laying them out on the bed next to me.

“Take off your pants, now,” I order.

Dare looks up at me, and I can see him debating whether or not to listen.

But thankfully, he does.

The sight of him naked before me, his thick, pink cock bobbing in the air, glistening with precum, tells me this is going to be a most enjoyable lesson.

“Yes, my little wild star. I told you, your body is capable of great things.” I squeeze some cold lubricant onto my fingers.

Dare’s pupils dilate again as he watches me, full understanding befalling him.

“Say it,” I order.

I watch his lips part, his chest heave, making the wings of his tattoo dance over his nipples.

“M... my...” The strain in his voice is evident as his cock twitches.

“Say it, Dare.”

“My body is capable of great things,” he repeats, his voice loud and clear.

I push his legs open, wasting no time as I take him into my mouth, which causes him to groan and nearly jump off the bed.

“Oh fuck,” he yelps.

His hands find my hair, and when I know he’s good and distracted, I start to massage and rub his entrance, in the same torturous way he did to me a week ago.

“Oh my God,” his voice catches as I slowly tease his entrance, making him curse, and only then, do I slide my finger in his tight hole.

“Fucking hell... I”

“You will not come,” I tell him with sternness.

“Matty...” he whines.

“Not until I tell you, you can. Do you understand?”

His groan is full of frustration, and I take him to the back of my throat, just so I can hear it again.

“I can’t, oh my God, I can’t...”

“You will,” I say matter of factly as I remove my finger and my mouth from him.

His body heaves with every breath.

I pour some more lubricant in my hand, making sure to get my fingers slick.

I slide the first back in with ease, and his moans make my own cock twitch.

I force myself to pay attention to him and not my own cock.

After all, I need to be in control, and I need to set a prime example.

“If it’s too much, use your safe word,” I remind him. “And I will stop.”

Dare breathes heavily, but he says nothing.

I continue.

“You torment me, Dare. Edging me, baiting me, ignoring me...” My voice is dark yet eloquent as I lick the fresh bead of precum from his tip.

“And for that, you will be punished, so you learn your lesson.” I slowly thrust my fingers inside of him, watching as he wriggles, listening as he curses up a storm.

“Fucking please... I want...”

“I know what you want,” I assure him as I increase my rhythm before removing my fingers completely only to hear him swear again.

“It’s not so fun when you’re the one being played with, is it, Dare?”

Dare only whines as he moves to grab himself, but I stop him with a swift hand.

“No, no, no. You are going to learn your lesson.”

“I am so going to get you back for this,” he swears.

I can’t help the grin that forms on my face.

“Just for that, I’m going to use the plug.”

“The what?” He yelps, leaning up on his elbows.

It takes me hardly any time to lubricate the small silicone stopper.

“I promise it will only hurt for a moment.” I watch his eyes glisten.

I have to fight to adjust my own cock, but I don’t miss Dare’s gaze as he looks at the noticeable bulge, knowing what he does to me.

I settle between his legs once more, taking my time as I tease and taunt his hole, if only to let him get used to the feel of it.

His cock weeps with arousal, and his breath is rapid. I know he’s close.

“Please, Matty...” he begs, and the sound is like music to my ears.

“Please what, Dare?” I have him exactly where I want him.

“Please, let me come... please, please, please...”

“Oh, I don’t know...” I taunt him, enjoying the sight of him wriggling beneath my touch, of his cock glistening in the light.

Dare whines again, and I slide the plug in completely.

He cries out with a groan that makes my own cock strain against my pants. I can feel a fresh bead of precum forming at my head and I know if I am not careful I, too, will come.

Because the sight of him like this is absolutely perfect.

He was made to be mine.

His body takes the plug easily, squeezing of its own accord.

“Promise you will do as I say?” I lick him from base to head.

“I promise,” he whines. “Please, just let me come.”

The whimper in his voice tells me he is close to breaking and I need to pull back.

So, I do.

“That’s a good boy. Come for me, now, my little wild star.”

The moment I take him into my mouth and pull the plug out, he breaks.

His hot release fills my mouth, and he lets out a string of curses and words that make no sense at all as I swallow him down like a cold glass of water.

When I’m finished, I gaze down at him, at the look of utter bliss on his face.

I set to cleaning him up, and he murmurs something I can’t quite hear.

“What was that?” I ask.

He breathes deep, then says, “I love you.”

Time stops.

And once again the ghosts I had long buried threaten to become tangible once again.

The desire to respond, to tell him, I love him, too, is paralyzing.

“Matty...” His voice is small, hesitant.

“You should eat something and get some rest,” I reply.

Dare sits up on his elbows, the covers falling from him to expose the sight of of his stitched up heart tattoo.

Can you stitch me back together, Darren?

Can I let you?

“It’s late, and we have a big day tomorrow.”

I watch as he frowns, as the excitement in his eyes disappears.

Because of me.

“Okay,” he says calmly.

“Good night, Darren.” I say as I gather myself, and my broken parts.

And only when I have returned to the solace of my own sanctum, do I let go.