27. Malcolm
MALCOLM
R yan wakes me up from my afternoon nap with his hand running up my back and his body stretched out in front of me. “Hey,” I murmur, before he softly plants a kiss on my cheek.
“Hey.”
“How was work?” I ask.
He sighs like he’s letting the whole day out. Cracking my eyes open, I see he’s still dressed, just with a loose tie and no jacket. He skipped the gym? Do I care? I wrap my hand around his tie to keep him close.
“Kinda crazy,” he says. “How was your day? How’s your wrist?”
“Fine, fine. Define crazy.”
He throws a leg over mine and runs his fingers through my hair, snuggling as close as he can get. “Girl drama, boy drama.”
“Any fucking in the bathroom?”
“Not that I noticed.”
“Shame.”
Ryan laughs softly and kisses my face again. “Do I need to take Stephanie out? ”
“In a minute. You feel good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I hum, closing my eyes and soaking him up. Despite his long day, he smells good. Like hair gel and his sexy cologne. Even the warmth of his skin has a scent to it. I could pick him out of a line-up now using only my nose.
He surprises me with a full kiss on the mouth. I keep mine closed at first, conscious of the fact that I just woke up, but he’s insistent, and it’s like the words “hold on” or “wait” or “no” have left my vocabulary. As soon as I part my lips, his tongue takes me over, and I groan as my dick swells.
His hand grabs my ass and squeezes, forcing our cocks to rub together. He’s half-hard, and he uses my body to get himself rigidly erect. Me, too, obviously. I want to ask to what do I owe the pleasure, but he’s not giving me a chance to say much more than “ Mmmhhh .”
Since I’ve been mostly in bed all day, being lazy as fuck, I’m only wearing underwear, which makes me ridiculously easy to access.
I love the feel of this. Not just what he’s doing to me, but being in his bed mostly naked like I’ve been waiting for him.
Thinking of him and wanting him. Not entirely false, but I slept a lot, too, and I also texted with Kaylin for a few minutes.
We’re meeting Thursday for the Stephanie hand off and the official break up. I didn’t mention that second thing to her because that would be too much like breaking up over text, and I know better than that.
But back to Ryan’s hand in my underwear and his fingertip probing my hole.
Gotta admit, he usually takes longer to warm up, and this is a slight red flag that maybe his day wasn’t as bland as he claims, but fuck if I can care when desire is burning like a brushfire through my body, incinerating every cell.
I feel like a whore. His whore in the best possible way—yielding to him and writhing against him, ready to open for him.
I’m wearing a pair of his white briefs because I liked the way he looked at me when I was wearing them last time.
That was another thing I did that was productive today—ordered a six pack of tighty whiteys from Amazon.
“Let me fuck you, baby,” he says.
Fuck, I love it when he calls me that. If he keeps up with it, I’ll let him do more than fuck me. I’ll let him marry me. Gladly, I roll over and offer him my ass.
Ryan doesn’t waste time. As soon as he’s peeled off the briefs, he’s pushing lube into me.
As rushed as it feels, I’m still rocked by the suddenness with which he’s wedging his cock inside.
The feel of his pants and his shirt are distinct on my skin, and I almost ask if he’s okay, but I’m too preoccupied with taking him to speak.
It’s a mess of adjustments and deep breaths and bearing down to let him tunnel in deep.
Once he’s where he wants to be, he bands an arm around my chest, presses his mouth to the nape of my neck, and pounds his cock into my ass.
I touch myself thoughtlessly, my body beginning to understand that the more I involve my own dick, the easier it is to get fucked by his.
Granted, I’ll take it any way he wants to give it to me, but I like that it’s getting better every time.
He gives up on my neck, resorting to panting in my ear as his pace picks up. He pinches my nipple hard, and I gasp as the pain makes me fist my cock tighter. Whatever the fuck magic that was, I hope he does it again. A few more times, and I’ll come so fucking hard…
He doesn’t though, and I lose myself in his rough, quick strokes, the sound of his hips slapping my ass, his heavy breathing, and the wet squelch of lube.
God, he feels so good. I’m torn between wanting to keep jerking my dick and wanting to grab onto him somewhere and let him take me on this wild ride.
“Yes, please ,” I praise him. “Just like that.”
He tries, but soon enough his breaths quicken, and his hips lose their rhythm.
Shoving in deep, he holds himself there and throbs out his release, gasping as it takes him.
When he starts milking his cock in my ass, I go over the edge—the slide too slick, too hot for me to ignore.
“Fuck,” I grit out, my hand flying over my erupting dick. “Jesus—mother fuck .”
He’s back to kissing my neck and running his thumb over my nipple, his length still buried in my ass. “I love you,” he says.
“Baby,” I reply.
“Yeah?”
“You meant to say, I love you, baby.”
“Did I?”
He removes his cock from my hole. Warm cum trickles down my crack and thigh crease and I stare at the mess I made on his sheets. I never fully appreciated how messy sex is before, but I almost wish it could be messier. I love it.
However—“Why are you still dressed?”
“Couldn’t wait,” he says. “And I have to take the dog out.”
I find myself frowning and smiling at the same time. “How crazy was today?”
“Am I not allowed a quickie?”
That didn’t answer the question. “Is that what that was?” I ask.
“I went as fast as I could.”
“Are you all right?”
A hesitation and then he says, “Yeah. All good.”
Oh man… This guy’s got so many walls up—walls I absolutely blame myself for—I need to start working on a map of them so I know which ones to start tearing do wn next.
After we wrap up filming our second episode, Bailey stands in front of me with her hands in her overalls’ pockets, giving me a look I don’t think I like.
“Sooo…about that wrist of yours.”
I scowl up at her. “What about it?”
“Well, I mean, you didn’t talk about it in the episode.”
“That’s because gold has nothing to do with casts. One of the reasons.”
She swivels back and forth, all innocent looking. It’s a trap. Avoiding my eyes, she says, “I’m just saying, people will have questions. We’re at the point when we need to think about the fans…”
“You want me to make a TikTok about it?”
“No…that won’t be necessary, if…”
“If what?” I ask. “Could you just spit it out?”
“Well, the thing is, we have the whole fall on video—from three different angles.”
“Oh—you mean while you were laughing hysterically at the fact that I broke my wrist?”
“That one, yes.”
“That’s not going on TikTok.”
“Oh, I completely agree. I mean mostly. It’d be like an outtake on the Patreon.”
I’m glaring now. It’s obvious she’s trying not to laugh, and I’m pretty sure it’s because she’s remembering how funny she found the incident before she realized I’d broken a damn bone.
“Fine,” I say.
“And just like a tiny snippet on TikTok. Like a teaser.”
“Do you seriously think people are gonna sign up to pay twelve ninety-nine a month to watch me trip over a dog?”
She keeps swiveling. “I mean… I would.”
I look around for Ryan to back me up here, but he’s left the room, and Miguel is too busy managing the equipment to help save my dignity—what’s left of it.
“Are you forgetting what happened after I fell?” I ask. Me and Ryan—neck kissing.
“No, but I’ll cut most of that.”
“Most of it?” I ask, appalled. “The other interns watch our videos.”
She waves her hands dismissively. “I can’t worry about them anymore.
They’ve got their own mess to deal with.
I’ve got a ship in the making, and a fall that was fucking hilarious.
Sorry, but it’s a thing. I’m not the only person in the world who loses it when I see someone fall.
It’s gold , Mal. There—there’s your crossover. ”
“Yeah,” I say. “I see what you did there. Do I actually get a choice, or is this more an illusion of a choice?”
“I guess think of it more as a heads up.”
Ryan is back in the office with a glass of water. He frowns at me and the help please look on my face. “What?” he asks.
“Bailey wants to put a video of me falling on the Patreon.”
Ryan shakes his head. “No. Absolutely not.”
“Okay, but hear me out,” she says.
“He said no,” I say.
“All due respect to both of your nopes, but I’m on this team, too, and what the hell have I been wrong about so far?”
Ryan and I share a look.
He says, “What about the part where I?—”
Bailey faces him. “I won’t show the part where you tried to make out with him, okay? God. But I do want to show you running to his rescue.”
“Why?” Ryan asks.
I’m still stuck on the tried to make out with me part. “What’d you do?”
“I just—kissed you for a second. Not on the mouth. ”
“You kissed me ?” I ask, beyond happy to hear this confirmed.
“It was like—a reflex or whatever.”
Bailey snorts a laugh, and I smile. “That’s the move, huh?”
“Shut the fuck up,” he says, and then to Bailey, “You’re not posting that.”
“The kiss—right. Cutting room floor. Swear to God.”
“No, I swear to God,” he says. “If that kiss makes it anywhere near the internet, I don’t care how much you’ve done for this project—I’ll fire you.”
Her eyes widen. “Mal, you might need to take your cat home. His claws are out again.”
I stand, ready to follow her instructions, but Ryan is still looking at her. “Can I have a minute please?”
“Sure,” she says, then, “Oh! You mean with me?”
“Yes,” he growls in that slightly feral way that makes my balls get tight.
He and Bailey leave the office together, and I ask Miguel if he needs any help.
He eyes my cast. “Not sure how much help you’ll be, but I appreciate the offer.”
“Do you think it’s funny when people fall?” I ask.