Rewrite the Stars

I swivel around on his lap to straddle him, steadying myself with the tips of my bare toes on the floor. Rolling my hips, I run my fingers through his hair, pushing his head backward. I lick a path up his neck, and when I get to his ear, I whisper, “Can you feel how wet I am?”

His jaw looks as if it might crack under the pressure, and one hand squeezes the top of my thigh as the other one comes up to fist my hair at the nape of my neck. He jerks my head backward, pulling me close. “That’s enough.” His voice is thick, along with the bulge in his pants.

Knowing this part is going to cost me, I sit back, reaching behind me to slowly undo the clasps of my bra as my hips keep grinding on his lap. During the climax of the song, I rip it off, exposing the elaborate, dainty rose gold chain that looks like a necklace at first glance, crisscrossing over my chest. Two ornate discs attached to the chain are the only things covering my nipples. The crowd cheers and whistles, and finally, Sebastian snaps. He stands, and I slide off his lap, barely catching my balance before he’s shucking off his leather jacket and throwing it over my shoulders.

Sebastian picks me up, flips me over his shoulder, and storms toward the entrance. “Hey!” I protest to no avail, slapping at his back. I hear Eros chuckling and catch a glimpse of Selina’s enraged expression. Then Kat takes the stage, introducing the next act as Sebastian prowls away from the stage, not slowing until we’re to the trailer.

The door slams behind us, bouncing off the metal frame, as Sebastian sets me on my feet. His nostrils flare as he takes me in, his eyes falling across the black underwear, the garter belt with the strings dangling, his leather jacket over the body chain. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel powerful.

“What the fuck was that?” he finally says, his voice low and deadly.

“It’s called dancing,” I snap back. “You should try it sometime.”

Sebastian paces back and forth, his hand raking through his hair. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I’m the one playing games?” I laugh, incredulous. “I have whiplash from all your games. You want me one minute, and you’re a stranger the next. It’s always one step forward and two steps back with you.” He doesn’t say a word, just stands there stoically. “You know what I think? I think you’re scared of me.”

His eyes narrow into slits, his jaw working back and forth. I move toward him.

“I think you caught feelings for me. Actual feelings. And you don’t know what the fuck to do with that.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he grinds out.

“Then tell me,” I yell. “Tell me why you won’t fuck me.”

“Is that what this is about?” His fingers curl into my garter belt, pulling me toward him. “Is someone feeling a little hard-up?” His hand moves down, cupping me hard, and I can feel the heat of it through the thin lace. “I have been neglecting you, haven’t I? You need me to play with your pussy?”

Every nerve ending buzzes with electricity at his touch. I feel moisture starting to pool between my legs as his fingers graze my lips, back and forth. My eyes fall shut, and it’s all I can do to stay upright.

“No,” I say firmly.

His fingers stop their ministrations immediately. “No?” he asks, like he can hardly believe what he’s hearing.

“No,” I repeat, closing in on him. I bite my lip, flattening my hand to his thigh, sliding upward until I grip him through his jeans. He’s rock hard, straining against the fabric. Dropping his leather jacket and pushing onto my tiptoes, I whisper, “I want this.”

Sebastian takes in my near-naked frame and makes a sound not unlike a growl as I fumble with the button of his pants, but this time, he doesn’t stop me. I drop to my knees, folding my fingers in his waistband and tugging them down past the V-shaped muscles. My mouth goes dry being this close to something so perfect. “Sexy” Sebastian McAllister, who hates damn near everyone, is allowing me to touch him. Not only that—he’s affected by my touch.

I pull down his boxers, and his cock bobs, smooth and hard with a drop of moisture on the tip. I lean forward, my tongue peeking over to lick his slit.

“Fuck,” Sebastian curses, his hips jerking forward. “Touch me,” he urges. I wrap my hand around the base of him, slowly pumping as I lick the underside of his shaft up to his tip.

“Wrap your lips around my cock.”

Turned on by his words, I do, sliding my tongue along the underside as I take him into my mouth. I pull back, sucking, and his hips jerk again. I grab the back of his thigh with one hand to steady myself as my mouth and hand work in tandem, sucking and stroking, paying extra attention to the wide head.

His hands come down on each side of my face, staring down at me with his eyebrows pinched together, the crease between them more defined than usual. I peer up at him from under my lashes, sitting back on my heels, placing my hands flat on my thighs as he directs my movements. His mouth parts, the veins in his neck becoming more prominent as his breathing grows harsh. Suddenly, he’s pulling my face away, causing me to release him with a pop.

“Jesus Christ,” he says hoarsely before reaching over to grab a pillow from his bunk and tossing it to the floor behind me. Then he’s pushing me backward, pulling off my underwear and garter, throwing it behind him. “This stays on,” he says, fingering the body chain. Pushing my thighs open, he dives between them, hungry and aggressive. There’s nothing sweet about it. He pushes my knees back and eats me like an animal attacking his prey, and I fist his hair, arching my back.

He pulls my hips up, my legs folding over his shoulders, bringing my pussy to his mouth. Only my shoulders touch the hard floor and the body chain slides out of place, exposing my nipples.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he mumbles into me, taking a long swipe at my slit.

“Then fuck me,” I all but beg. Sebastian’s eyes flash with heat.

“You’re going to hate me for this later,” he warns. “But I’m done denying what you’ve been begging for.” He reaches behind him, ripping the T-shirt over his head.

“Thank God.”