‘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 checknotclean.
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 angrypurple 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.
