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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.
The crowd is still chanting his name when he reaches me, and before I even get a chance to say a single word, he scoops me into his strong arms and crushes his lips against mine.
My legs lock around his waist as he kisses me deeply, somehow navigating through the backstage area as the crew tries to mind their business. He finds their dressing room, and the moment he barges through it, it’s on.
The door slams behind us with a loud BANG and within seconds, my back is pressed up against it. He grinds against me, and when he breaks our kiss and we start pulling at our clothes, he meets my fiery stare. “Fuck, Rae. I need to be inside you.”
“What the hell are you waiting for?”
Ezra groans and tears my panties clean of my body, shredding the fabric in his skilled hands as I grip the front of his pants, hating how many pieces of fucking clothing he has on.
I free his straining erection, and as my fists curl around him, he steps in closer, shuddering beneath my touch. “See what you do to me?”
A thrill booms through me, and I love every moment of it. I never got to experience him like this before, never got to see this wild desperation that he always hid, and now seeing the way I affect him . . . fuck. I crave it.
I go to kick my heels off, but he shakes his head. “Leave them on,” he groans as he takes my ass and lifts me into his strong arms.
His lips crash back to mine, and in the same instant, he shoves me back against the door again. The desperation is too much, and I lock my legs around him, pulling him in. “Ezra,” I pant between kisses. “Don’t make me wait.”
He groans, holding me tight, and after guiding himself to my entrance, he thrusts inside, taking me deep, inch by desperate inch. “Fuck,” he grunts as I tip my head back against the door, feeling the way my walls stretch around his delicious intrusion.
He draws back, and I feel his pierced tip glide within me, making my walls clench around him. “Oh God,” I pant, clutching his big shoulders. “More.”
Ezra doesn’t hesitate, thrusting inside of me again and again. I cry out in the sweetest agony as the rapid pleasure rocks through my body. I’m so fucking wet for him, so worked up. I’ve never needed anything more.
He takes me fast and hard as though he’s just as desperate as I am, and as his fingers bite into my skin, I welcome the bruises I know he’ll leave behind. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” he rumbles before pulling me away from the door.
He quickly crosses the room to throw me down on the couch, and just when I think he’s about to come down over me, he flips me onto my stomach, pulls my knees up under me, and settles in on the couch, his hand taking my hip.
Without skipping a beat, he lines himself up with my cunt and slams back inside of me, both of us shuddering with hunger. He fucks me from behind, ramming into me over and over as I push back against him, taking him deeper.
My pussy trembles, and I reach down between my legs, rolling my fingers over my clit as my hips jolt with bursts of electricity. “God, Ezra,” I pant, arching my back and asking for more—which he’s all too happy to give.
“That’s right, Rae. Show me how you like it.”
