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Laughing, I turn back to Onyx, whose eyes are narrowed. “What?”
“Did everything go okay, really? I was worried about how he was here.”
My shoulders lift as I step back into his hold, my feet between his. “It was fine. Corey is just Corey.”
Onyx grunts in response. Sighing, I take his hand and lead him toward the bedroom. “Are you hungry? Tired? You look exhausted. I hate making you stay here when you would probably rather be at your own house.”
He turns me toward him once we enter my room, and his hands cradle my face. “I’m fine. I just miss you and would rather be anywhere you are.”
Just like that my insides turn to mush. My arms wrap around Onyx’s waist and I watch him. His eyes grow softer, the longer we hold each other. Even tired and probably mentally drained, he looks amazing. I want to make him feel more relaxed and to take his mind off of worrying about me. An idea forms in my mind, something we haven’t done yet, which feels backward now since he was inside me all weekend.
I rise on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. Onyx instantly kisses me back, his lips strong and soft against mine. I open my mouth and use my tongue to trace over his lips. He shudders in my hold. I feel powerful, seductive, and confident in what I want. What I want is to be on my knees and take him in my mouth. My core tightens just thinking about it. Our kisses turn urgent and I manage to move Onyx farther into my room.
My fingers glide to where his shirt and joggers meet. I don’t give him time to think before I grip the hem of his shirt and lift it as far as I can reach. Onyx chuckles and helps me get it off the rest of the way. He’s too damn tall. Once his shirt hits my floor, he reaches for me, but I evade his hands and step back.
“Nah, uh.” I hold up my hand and give him a small smile.
His head tilts to the side confused. I move back toward him, my palms land on his chest before dragging my nails down over his abdomen. Onyx’s head falls back. A delicious groan leaves his lush lips. Heat floods my veins and I feel even more powerful having him at my mercy.
“Jade.” His voice is almost hoarse when he says my name, but I hear the plea in it.
My fingers trail over the band of his joggers, teasing, slipping under and back out, while I place kisses against his pecs and on every ridge of his muscles. He shivers and I chase the raised flesh with my tongue.
“Shit.” He moans. I glance up and he’s watching me now. Watching as I lower to the floor in front of him. I place my hands on his hips then dip my fingers under the band of his pants and pull them and his boxers down, just far enough for his cock to be freed. It bobs in front of me, hardening the more I watch it, at eye level. Not knowing completely what to do, I reach out and slide my hand down his shaft.
Onyx’s fingers wind in my hair, urging my head forward. Thankful for his guidance, I open my mouth wide. His hips rock forward, and the tip hits the back of my throat. I work to relax my throat and my jaw until he slides farther down. I gag around him and pull back again.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Little Star.” His fingers swipe along my jaw at the strand of saliva that is connected to his cock. Breathing deeply, I urge myself to keep going. I want to do this for him. I want to blow his fucking mind.
Turning my head, I place a kiss on his hand before inching closer again. My hand glides over the shaft, the movement slick now that I’ve been sucking on it. “Put me back in your mouth, Jade. I want to feel your throat swallow around my cock.”
I shudder and do what he says. My lips pop back open and I swallow him. Onyx flexes his hips and goes deeper until I’m choking around him, my cheeks red and sweaty, tears leaking from my eyes. I keep going though. For every desperate breath I suck in, Onyx pushes back in, fucking my face, his hands a tangled web in my hair. My hands ball against his thighs in response.
Suddenly, he jerks my head back, one of his hands comes down to hold my jaw. I lift my gaze to his. His eyes are black, his cheeks flushed. I don’t mean to, but my teeth graze along his cock. “Fuck me, this is everything. I can’t stop, Jade.”
He groans and pushes into my throat so deep when he comes that I have no choice but to swallow. His head bows forward, our gazes staying connected the entire time I lick and suck around his shaft until he pulls out of my mouth again. My lungs greedily take in air and I use the bottom of my t-shirt to wipe my face.
“Come here.” He holds out a hand to me, helping me stand back on my feet. Small prickles of pain shoot up my calves, but it's not terrible. He drops a kiss to my forehead and reaches for me again.
“No.” I dodge out of his grasp and laugh. “That was just for you. Now you need to sleep. I’m going to clean up.”
He eyes me and ends up following me to the bathroom anyway. I brush my teeth and he waits until I’m done to use the toilet. Together, we crawl under my covers. Onyx inhales twice before he’s out. Burrowing into him, I watch his eyes flutter and listen to his heartbeat under my ear. I wish I could bottle that noise, dance to it, keep it. Everything around us grows quiet except for our in-sync breaths. It didn’t take long for me to already depend on these comforts. My heart swells and I feel a part of it wanting to reach out and embed itself into his. I’ve already fallen for him. I just hope I can trust him like he says.
ChapterFourteen
Onyx
January
Terrance plays back the track for the twenty-third time and only then do I feel like it finally sounds right. The words and the beat sync effortlessly. I can already imagine Jade dancing to it. This song will go number one, I can feel it.
“Only twenty-three,” Terrance jokes into the mic and I flip him off through the glass. That many takes is actually very low in comparison to most recording artists. After the past eight tracks though, this one took the longest. It's because I know what the song is for and the need for it to be perfect overrides everything else.
Jade. My little star, my muse. I’m going to ask her to take this song and dance to it at her upcoming Winter Classic. It's the biggest event of the year. All her performances over the course of her dancing career depend on the Classic. Next year, when she is a senior and can attend tryouts for the schools of her choice, she’ll have these performances in her portfolio. Some of them have already been recorded by college scouts. I know Jade needs a scholarship to go anywhere she wants, and even though I offered to help, she turned me down. So I’m doing it my way in order to help her. A secret single by The Kid.
“I’m done.” I motion to Terrance, and he nods. “Burn it,” I tell him, but he’s already on it. The empty disc is put into the machine. Exiting the recording booth, I grab my beanie and slide it over my head. Now that it's January, the basement has grown colder than usual and I need a hoodie constantly. Of course upstairs is like a sauna in order to keep the dancers’ muscles from cramping or getting tight from the cold. At least that was what Jade told me. She could have been just saying it to justify why they steal all the heat up there.
Terrance hands me the disc once it's finished. “Are you sure about this? If any of your prospective labels finds out a girl has a personal song just for her, a secret track, you’re dead. Hell, if any media source finds out, you are screwed. Both of you. They’ll blow her name up and then it will get back to him. If Grandpa finds out, he will find you and then come after her. You know he’ll use her against you and then all of this will be for nothing.”
