Chapter 13 Ethan #2
I'd be blind if I said I hadn’t noticed how nervous Malcolm got when I seemed unhappy.
Like he was willing to drop at my feet and do anything to make me happy.
I blamed myself because I was the one that walked away from him and I knew before he had abandonment issues and still went and left him high and dry.
Then had the gaulle to pick up where we left off.
I could have rejected him, the call for help or his advances. I didn’t though, because the truth was that I missed him just as much as he missed me. I knew I wouldn't stay away forever. I didn’t plan on leaving him ever again.
‘Till death this time.
“Keep playing until I get home. I can't leave yet but I'm almost done.” I hummed softly. “Just don't cum before I get there.”
“Okay.” He whispered.
I grinned, loving when he was reduced to single words. “Be a good boy.” I hung up and went back to my desk, finishing what I needed.
Job, address, background check not clean.
Not surprised if he's pushing innocent girls into the dirt.
Printing everything I stand up, tucking the papers into my pocket. “Well, Hudson, it's been real, but it is my day off.”
“Don't get into trouble for your friends.” He crossed his arms. “You're a good detective, don't ruin it.”
“I'm not, I'm not.” I waved my hand, dismissing his words.
“Later man.” Malcolm was waiting. I'd have to make it quick.
Blake and I had dinner plans, and I didn't want to make her wait, but making Malcolm wait until after dinner would be too much of a punishment plus his anxiety would run rampant on his mind.
I couldn't have that.
Rosebud: I've been craving thai food
Ethan Bugsy: You got it. 2 hours okay?
Rosebud: That's actually perfect!
A smile broke out across my face. It was indeed perfect, my Rosebud. Now I had time to be with Mal then still make dinner. Oh, how I couldn't wait to have them together too.
I could just see it now, both Blake and Malcolm in my bed, no blindfolds, no masks, just us. It was just what I wanted.
With the time crunch I didn’t waste any time getting home and followed the noises to my bedroom where Mal was still riding the toy. His cock was dripping with pre cum, head an angry purple color, and he had drool down his chin. His hazy chocolate orbs locked on mine and his throat tattoo quivered.
“Ethan, please.” He rasped.
“Please what?” I questioned, leaning on the door frame and put a hand in my pocket.
“Anything. Just touch me.” He bounced more, leaning his head back. “Please, please, please, make me cum.”
“Should bad boys get to cum?” I quirked a brow at him and took slow steps closer. I was vibrating with the need to touch him, but he didn't need to know that.
Malcolm made a choked sound and lifted his head, eyes focusing on me. “How!?”
“You went snooping through my things to find this,” I motioned to the toy. “and I told you I was with Blake and yet you still tried getting me to come home.”
A toothy grin broke out on his face. “Here you stand.” He took the toy all the way down and moaned, lids going half mass. “Did you just come here to reprimand me?”
I bent down at the knee, my hands folded between them, elbows braced on my thighs. “I haven't exactly decided.” My eyes raked over his body, taking him in.
Fuck, how I wanted to just devour him whole.
“You're such a prick.” Malcolm whined, handing his head towards his chest. “Fuck, I can't keep doing this, I need you E.”
“Need me?” I clicked my tongue, tilting my head.
“I've always needed you. It's always been you, please, Ethan, stop torturing me.” His skin was breaking out in a sheen of sweat. “I'm sorry for making you mad, I won't do it again, I'm sorry.” He hiccuped followed by a sniff.
My whole body suddenly felt taught, like a rubber band ready to snap. Was he… crying?
Fuck. I forgot how easy he broke.
Fuck.
“I'm not mad.” I said calmly and reached out to gently take his face in one hand, lifting it so I could see his face. His eyes were wet and he had a stray tear running down his cheek. “Why are you crying Songbird?” I asked, leaning in to brush a kiss across his lips.
His hips stilled and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “I– it– I don't like when you're mad and it's too much and not enough.” He rushed out.
A smirk crossed my face and I kissed his head, running my finger tips over his ribs, relishing in his shiver. “You want to cum.”
“God, yes.” He breathed, arching into my touch. “On your cock, not this toy.”
“Can a toy not satisfy you?” I asked with a grin.
“Not since you took my virginity, take fucking responsibility. Prick.” He sniffed.
I laughed at that and pulled back just enough to look at his face. You'd think seeing him cry would have softened the hard on I'd been sprouting since he sent that picture.
It only made my cock twitch harder.
“I'll take responsibility.” I promised and kissed him before standing and pulling him with me, letting the toy fall from his hole. “What hurts?”
“My dick.” He shivered, tattoo bobbing as he swallowed. “Fuck it feels weird being empty now.”
“Just that?” I asked, smirking at his other comment.
“Yes.” He rubbed his eyes and gave a huff.
I grabbed his hips and tossed him on the bed, smirking when he yelped. “Good.” My chest vibrated with a low growl and I pulled my shirt over my head and shucked my jeans before climbing over him and pushed him into the bedding face first, sliding my cock into his open hole.
He gave a low moan as I entered him, turning his head to the side. “Ethan!”
“Shit, baby, how much lube did you use for that toy? You're so fucking wet still.” I groaned, fucking him fast, my hips slapping against his ass.
“Half a bottle.” He moaned, trying to push his ass out to meet my thrusts but I didn’t let him, keeping his body trapped between me and the bed.
I was using him like he used my toy. Only, I'd make sure we both came in the end.
“Ethan, I can't, I can't. I'm gonna cum!” He whimpered, biting his lip, his hole clamping down like a vice around me.
“Cum for me Songbird, but it won't end with one orgasm.” I promised with a hard thrust of my hips.
“Oh, fuck!” He sucked in a gasp as his first orgasm took over. Malcolm pressed his face into the bedding, shouting as he came.
I really thought he might pass out with how pent up he was, but my Songbird was always surprising me.
“Such a good boy for me.” I cooed, feeling his hole twitch around me. Leaning down, I nipped his ear before I whispered; “Give me another.”
Mal lifted his face from the covers, sucking in a breath. “I love when you talk dirty to me.”
I snorted, but I was relieved he was back to normal. As much as his tears seemed to turn me on, I didn’t like seeing him upset in that way. If he was going to cry, it was going to be from too much pleasure, not because he was scared, I was mad.
My hands gripped his hips, and I fucked down into him, grinding against him.
“Don't tease me, I'm so fucking worked up.” He moaned, clenching around me again.
“Good. I want to see you come undone while I use you like a toy.”
He gasped, looking over his shoulder, mouth gaping like a fish as he tried to find words.
“That’s your punishment for going through my toys. Being one for me.” I grinned, all teeth.
“Fuck I'm in for it.” Malcolm groaned.
“You have no idea, Songbird.” I laughed, snapping my hips into him and kissing him hard.