Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
I roll my body as I turn on my strappy heels, stepping in between his spread knees. His gaze is locked on mine as he sings the sensual words that I’ve wanted to hear from him for so long, and as I move my body, he becomes captivated, just like his audience.
There’s a strain in his tone as my fingers dance across his skin, and when I roll back against him, his hand curls around my waist, holding me there. I grind against him, feeling just how hard he is through his pants, and I grin, feeling the greatest victory.
We’re halfway through the song, but he’s struggling, and when I kick my leg over him and straddle him, his hand roams down my back, grabbing hold of my ass as I press into him. “Hi,” I murmur, holding his stare as my body moves like a fucking demoness, grinding and taking what’s mine.
He can’t respond as he sings, but it doesn’t matter. I can picture his responses so damn clearly.
“Just so you know,” I tell him as his deep, strained words fill me with the wildest hunger I’ve ever felt. “The moment you step off this stage, I’m going to fuck you.”
He clenches his jaw, his hand tightening on my ass as I put on the performance of a lifetime.
“It’s going to be long,” I breathe, leaning in and biting down on his earlobe. “Hard.” He shudders beneath me as I grind against his cock, my hands slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt, my nails digging into his skin. “Wild.”
His voice cracks as he sings, and as he lowers the microphone for Jett to take his solo, Ezra grasps me by the throat and pulls me in as his adoring crowd roars so loud that I feel the vibration in my chest.
He pulls me in, and without warning, his lips crush down on mine. He kisses me deeply, and my eyes roll as the sweetest pleasure pulses through my veins. “You’re in so much fucking trouble, baby,” he rumbles as he breaks our kiss.
“Oh yeah?” I challenge, rolling my tongue over my lips to savor his kiss. “Whatcha gonna do about it? Fuck me right here in front of fifty thousand people?”
My body rolls as I drag my fingers across his fiery skin, feeling the way he shudders beneath me. I’ve never seen him so worked up, not even that night in the pool. That was a night created out of desperation and lust, but this is different. It’s fire. It’s greed. It’s a deep-rooted hunger spanning the width of years.
Taking his shoulders, I lean away and circle my hips, arch my back, and tip my head, which pushes my tits right up. When I pull myself back up to him, he locks his strong arm around my waist.
He groans, but as the guitar solo comes to an end, he lifts the microphone to his mouth. I slide off him and lower myself to the ground. I push between his knees, and he reaches down, brushing his fingers across my jaw as I look up at him, and I know without a doubt he’s wondering how it would feel to have my lips wrapped around his thick cock.
I spin around on my knees and lower my chest to the stage, leaving my ass in the air just for him, and to my surprise, he comes down behind me, grasping my hip and grinding against me as I push back, so desperate to be touched.
The hunger is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and when he locks his arm around my waist and pulls me back to him, I gasp. His hand trails higher, circling my throat as the heat from the overhead spotlights bears down on my skin.
As he sings the final chorus of the song, I tilt my chin up toward him, making a show of licking my lips. “God, I’m so fucking wet for you, Ezra Knight.”
He chokes on the lyrics, having to do what he can to quickly recover, and then just like the dancers do, I get back to my feet and slowly walk away, feeling his heated gaze locked on my back with every step I take.
Settling back into my position in the wing of the stage, I scoop up my coat and pull it over me, only I leave it loose in the front so every time Ezra looks at me, he’s reminded of exactly what I’m wearing beneath it.
There are two songs left for the night, and he struggles the whole way through it, and with every crack and strain of his voice, my victory spurs brighter in my chest.
I’ve got him exactly where I want him.
Dylan and Rock laugh the whole way through the finale, knowing that whatever’s about to happen between us is somehow significant, and the moment Ezra puts his electric guitar down and farewells the audience, he all but races off the stage.