Page 31 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

The cute boy next door. The confident, sarcastic playboy. The broody jerk with a secret heart of gold. Yeah, I had quite the collection of boyfriends, didn’t I?

“You’re being awfully feisty right now, aren’t you?” Priest cocked an eyebrow at me. He lifted his headphones off his shoulder and hung them near his mic, and then he returned to me, crowding around me and pushing me back until he had me pinned against the wall, the glass to the adjacent room behind my upper back and head. “I like it.”

“Priest,” I warned him, “he’ll be back any minute.”

The last thing I wanted to do was start anything here. Not only would things get hot and heavy only to be interrupted, but also we’d be seen, and I wasn’t too comfortable with the idea of a stranger watching us. Priest might be into that, but, as he liked to put it, he was a lot freer with his sexuality than me.

“Who cares?” Priest’s shoulders rose and fell once with his apathy toward the subject. “Right now, it’s just you and me.” His tall frame once again loomed over mine, his head bent so he could stare down at me. He slipped his hands on my hips, and his fingers dug into the skin just above my jeans tightly, possessively, as if he was trying to tell me I belonged to him.

“Priest,” I said his name again.

“Angel,” he spoke my new name with a feverish breath, and he bent his top half down, bringing his lips to mine—but he didn’t kiss me. No, his mouth stopped short of colliding with mine, and even though his face was too close, I could practically feel him smirking against me. “How about this? I’ll stop if you tell me your real name.”

He must’ve been able to tell I was about to deny him the info yet again, because he added, “Don’t worry your pretty little head. I won’t tell a soul who you really are. I’ll even tell you mine.”

Who was Priest, really? I’d tried to find stuff on him and Deacon through Bishop’s accounts on social media once I’d realized he was Cody, but Bishop had deleted it all, or made everything private. Was the offer tempting enough?

“Come on,” he said, once my hesitation was plain. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to resort to other measures to get you to talk.” With every word he spoke, his hot breath bloomed on my face, his lips brushing against mine, teasing and tempting.

I didn’t know what kind of measures he was talking about, but I turned my face away, eyes on the hallway door through the glass. We were still alone, but who knew how long that would last? “You’re so…” The only word that came to mind was: “Bad.”

His muscular chest hummed. “I am. I’m very bad, Angel. I’m a bad, bad boy looking for a girl to be bad with me.”

I was seconds from telling him to quit it, but for whatever reason, a cat must’ve got my tongue, because I couldn’t say a single word. Maybe Priest’s low, sexy voice had me mesmerized.

Priest sank before me, his tall frame lowering as he got to his knees. His mouth trailed a line of kisses down my chest, over my shirt, and I gasped when his hands left my waist and fell to the button on my jeans.

“What are you doing?” I asked, breathless. Just like that, he’d gotten me worked up. If we were talking about what was fair, that wasn’t fair at all.

“I’m being bad,” he answered simply, a dangerous tone in his voice, like he was daring me to try to stop him. He wanted my real name, so he was doing something he knew I’d try to stop. He was still a little bit too tall, even on his knees, so he had to practically sit to be at the right level in front of me.

His fingers got my jeans undone, and the zipper came down shortly after. Priest said not a word more, and I breathed hard, my chest heaving even though he hadn’tdone anything yet. He wanted my real name, and he was playing dirty to get me to tell him.

“Priest,” I whispered his name, unable to say anything else.

“Hmm? Have something to say? I’m afraid the only thing that’ll register in my head is a name… a girl’s name. Your name, in fact.” Priest pulled down my jeans to reveal the dark panties I wore underneath. “All you have to do is tell me, baby, and I’ll stop.”

His hands splayed on my thighs, making me shiver as he ran them up to my hips and toyed with the sides of my underwear. “Or, if you prefer, I’ll keep going. I don’t mind being on the floor for you.”

I could stop him. I could either say my real name or tell him how uncomfortable this was making me, and he’d stop. But, for some reason, I couldn’t say a word. Any logical thought in my head had vanished, and now all I could focus on was the fact that Priest was on the floor in front of me, about to slide down my panties and expose my lower half to him. With my back against the glass, it wouldn’t exactly be hard to tell what we were doing.

“Your choice,” Priest whispered, his face nearing my apex. “Can’t say I hate the choice, though. I’m always hungry for your sweet peach.” He licked his lips, a devilish smirk crossing his face as he pulled down my panties and let them fall to my ankles, where my pants were bunched.

He spread my legs a bit, and then, without any trace of hesitation at all, he went for it—and by it, I meant me. He went for me.

Priest’s mouth latched onto my clit with no buildup, his tongue running around it once before he sucked hard. I gasped at the sudden sensation, pleasure filling me in a way it had no right to, given where we were. He wrapped his hands around me, cupping my ass firmly, and I had to lean my head back and close my eyes.

Holy shit. This wasn’t the first time Priest’s mouth had been down there, but this time, it was damn near electric. Maybe the fact that we could get caughtdidheighten everything.

His mouth assaulted my clit with an unrelenting force, and I couldn’t stop the moans from surfacing in my throat. My skin grew hot, and I had to weave a hand through his hair to help ground me.

Priest jerked my ass away from the wall, helping to hold me up as his mouth dipped a little lower. His tongue then did something it never had before. It pushed inside my core, and he lapped me up from the inside.

“Oh, God,” I whispered, feverish, my hips starting to grind on his face. Suddenly I didn’t care that someone could walk in and see us. All I cared about was that wonderful tongue and how it was an expert in all it did. “Don’t stop.”

His tongue withdrew from my core, and his head leaned back a bit, enough to let the hand in his hair fall away. I didn’t have to look at him to know he wore his signaturesmirk. “I’m sorry, were you begging for more? I think you’ll have to beg a little harder, Angel.”

My nipples were nothing more than hardened points pressing against the confines of my bra, a sign of my desperation. “Please don’t stop. I need more, Priest. I need more.” And I needed more right now.

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