Chapter 9 Malcolm
Chapter nine
Malcolm
Ihad come to check on her as soon as I could.
Being on stage I had a good look at her under my mask.
Earlier I'd been jealous; seeing her flirt with Ethan.
Until I thought about us sharing her. I could have both of them if they would agree.
After all, the plan had been to have my way with her tonight.
Finally, after three years of talking to this beautiful creature; I was going to taste her.
She'd never told me her real name but thanks to E, I knew it and what a beautiful name it was.
She'd even had a front and center spot to watch my show. Her long legs, clad in fishnets, I wanted to rip off her milky thighs. Seeing her dance to the music. My music, my voice. She was absolutely stunning and it made my dick hard, leaving me at attention during the show.
Then I did something I quickly came to regret. I asked them to open the pit. Being able to see her dance in front of me also meant I was able to watch her get dragged into the pit as she tried to leave. I watched her go down and my stomach dropped.
Ethan was right there luckily, close enough to get to her before she got too hurt. Most people know pit etiquette and know when someone goes down you pause. It all happened so fast though. E had scooped her up and taken off. How desperately I wanted to follow them. Fuck the show.
What Blake didn't know, what Ethan didn't know, hell, what I didn’t even know until that moment. I was obsessed with her. All those years of talking, the subtle flirting to full on flirting to sexting. I craved my hands finally getting to touch her skin.
I wasn’t jealous of her flirting with Ethan. I was scared he'd steal her away before I really got the chance to have her.
Even now, I am scared he’ll do it. He is her knight in shining armor, and I'm just a rockstar with a secret identity. She can never know who I really am.
I finished the set as quickly as possible. Even skipping out on the encore, much to my bandmates' chagrin, I didn’t care though. My mind was full of her. I needed to know if she was okay. I needed to change and find where he'd taken her. I needed to–
I opened my trailer door and found them. Her head thrown back in pleasure, Ethan’s between her legs.
She fell back as she came and our eyes locked, her eyes widened but she didn't sit up.
"Oh my god!” She stared at me like she was frozen in place.
“In my trailer, Bugsy, really?” I asked, but there was no heat in my voice, a slow smirk forming on my lips.
His eyes had been on me since she noticed me but now, he lifted his head, lips glistening with her slick. “Must you call me that?” He grunted, irritation in his voice.
“I— I'm so sorry!” She sat up quickly and closed her legs, grabbing her shorts. “We were just–”
“He knows what we were doing,” Ethan said, cutting her off and stood up, letting her redress.
“It's not that I mind, not really. After all, I wanted to do the same.” I cleared my throat. It was the truth. She was breathtaking and seeing his head between her legs had me all riled up and practically panting for him to do more.
My trailer. He did this in mine, where we had just hooked up. Was this his way of saying she could be ours? Or was this him being a dick?
“Mal.” He warned.
“You did?” I watched her swallow hard, her breath coming out in little puffs. I understood what that man could do with his mouth. Pop off girl scout.
“You are Roseluver28, are you not?” I asked, making sure.
“I am, b– but I– we…” she trailed off, looking between us, her face getting a deeper shade of red as the moments passed.
“You were serious when you said she'd been messaging you.” Ethan frowned, lips a hard line, still fresh with her juices and he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He probably hadn’t known which would absolutely pissed him off.
I had been the one Ethan was obsessed with once.
I knew how deep he could go, how dark. After all, he almost killed a man who I flirted with and thought it was okay to touch me.
My eyes flicked to his lips again. I wanted to taste her on him so bad.
“You told him!?” she squeaked.
“I did.”
She sucked in a breath. “Malvor is the friend?” Her eyes sparkled like something clicked in her brain. “Did you tell her we were friends?” I hummed.
“Unfortunately.” Ethan huffed, shaking his head.
“You love me,” I said, rolling my eyes beneath my mask.
Ethan just frowned, a look passing across his face I couldn't read. I leaned in, licking at his lips, thankful for the mouth cut out on my mask. Taking that moment to get what I want.
Blake made a high-pitched noise in her throat.
“What are you doing?” Ethan asked, voice rough as he grabbed my arms to distance us.
“You had her on your face, and I just couldn't resist anymore.”
He growled, wrapping a hand around my throat. “If you wanted a taste so bad you should have just asked.” He hissed before kissing me hard, licking into my mouth.
I groaned and sucked on his tongue, cupping his face with one hand. He’d get my body paint on him, but I didn’t care.
Fuck she tasted good. They tasted good together.
“You two are together?” Blake asked, sounding a little down and definitely shocked.
“Kinda.”
“No.”
We said together and frowned at each other by our different answers. Did the sex we had earlier mean nothing to him?
“But we…” she motioned between herself and Ethan. “And we…” she pointed between me and her.
“Bugsy and I are complicated. It seems we have one thing in common that isn't complicated though.” I hummed, turning my gaze slightly but not fully. I knew him better than that.
“What's that?” She asked.
“You, Blake,” Ethan said, catching on, clenching his teeth.
“Exactly.” I hummed.
“I don't understand, I'm just some girl. You both can’t possibly want me like that. Malvor… I– this can't be real.” She shook her head, eyes wide and that beautiful blush I'd seen half a dozen times in pictures creeping up her cheeks.
“Call me Mal.” I stepped forward, breaking Ethan’s grip on my throat and cupped her cheek. “It's real.”
She frowned, hunching her shoulders as she thought. She was quiet for a few minutes before looking at Ethan then me. “Is this just for tonight?” Blake leaned into my hand.
I sucked in a breath because that was not what I had been expecting. I never had sex with a girl twice. Not as Malvor anyway. I couldn't or risk my identity being found out.
Why couldn’t Blake have been messaging me as Malcolm?
This would have been so much simpler. Not that I had anything but casual relationships as my real self either but still.
We could at least look into each other's eyes, there wouldn’t have had to be secrets.
Blake wasn't like the others though. I could see being with her for real.
If only she knew the real me.
“What do you want it to be?” Ethan asked.
“I want to feel wanted tonight.”
“Just tonight?” I asked. She deserved to feel that every day.
“Just tonight.” She echoed. “Do I… um, need to sign an NDA or anything?” She asked.
“Not if you let me blindfold you,” I rubbed her cheek with my thumb.
“Mal.” Ethan warned. “Your manager will kill us both if she has to sign one.”
“Then blindfold me,” Blake said, sitting straighter, turning her head to kiss my palm. “Do you have something?”
I pulled my hand away, kissing her instead. “I have a sleep mask you can wear.”
Ethan snorted from behind me and Blake nodded, kissing me back. “Go get it.”
“Yes, my flower.” I purred and went to the bedroom at the end of the trailer to grab it off the nightstand. When I came back my heart almost dropped. Blake had removed her shorts and top, standing in ripped fishnets and a thong. “Fuck” I whispered, my cock hard in my pants again. “You’re stunning.”
“I told you.” Ethan said, standing in just his pants, my mouth going dry. Ethan was toned to a T. The man took working out seriously and his body showed it.
“Told her what?” I asked, stepping closer with the sleep mask held out.
“That seeing me would take your breath away.” She licked her lips and took the mask. “You like?”
“Oh, flower, I love.” I groaned, touching her hip and dropped to my knees.
“You’re stunning. You’re so fucking beautiful with or without clothes.
Let me worship you.” I ran my hand up her thighs.
“Put the mask on so I can eat your pretty pussy.” She sucked in a breath and pulled on the eye mask, adjusting it over her face.
Once it was on I tore my own mask off, put her back on the table, spread her legs and dived my face between them.
And if my face paint smeared on her skin from it? Fuck it.
Before I can do anything though, a rough hand fists my hair and yanks my head back.
“Her pussy is mine.” Ethan growled, pulling me to stand up and kissed me hard.
“You weren’t giving it attention.” I gritted out against his lips. “I just wanted a taste.”
“Could… someone give it attention?” Blake asked awkwardly as she was spread on the table, eye mask in place.
“Yes, Rosebud.” Ethan said, letting go of me and moving between her legs, rubbing his hand up her thighs.
“I’m going to get you ready for my cock, baby.
” I swallow and shudder at that, imagining for a small moment that it was me spread out on the table, his fingers slipping into my ass, spreading me.
Shaking my head I move up to hers, claiming her mouth.
She groaned into my mouth, reaching a hand up but stopped halfway.
“Can I touch?” She asked.
“Yes, flower.” I grinned, watching her mouth fall open from something Ethan was doing to her. “Does it feel good?” I kissed her cheek, running a hand down her arm.
“Yes.” She whined and the sound went straight to my cock. I rubbed myself through my pants and slowly pulled down my zipper the sound echoing through the trailer.