“Mal.” He frowned.
“Just a little?” I took his hand. It was selfish. I wanted his mind to be full of me. We weren’t together, but I didn’t want him to be with anyone else.
“I can’t, Mal. I have someone.” Ethan said.
“You have someone, yet you can flirt with that girl.” I sneered.
“Thatgirlis her. Blake,” He snapped. “Don’t use that tone when talking about her.”
“What?” I asked. That was Blake? “Well, your girl has ahugehard-on for me. She's been in my DM’s talking about how much she wantsme.” I told him, glaring behind my mask.
“Malcolm, you’re on thin fucking ice.” He growled, dropping my hand and getting in my space. “Cut it out.”
“What? Don’t wanna know about how your girl wants me to fuck her face while calling her a dirty whore?” I grinned when his hand wrapped around my throat, and he pushed me against the wall, pressing his body against mine. “She wants to be my little whore E.”
“Don’t fucking call her that.” He hissed at me, anger burning in his eyes.
“I bet we could both have her,” I said, putting my hands in his hair. “Come on, E.”
“Mal.” He growled, tightening his hand on my throat.
“Maybe I’ll just take her for myself then.”
He snarled and covered me with his body as he pushed my mask up, slanting his mouth over mine.Finally, I was getting what I wanted; I’d pushed him enough to have his mouth onmine again, devouring me. He kissed me like he was starving. Like he had been missing this just as much as I had. I moaned against his lips, pulling him closer. Fuck it if anyone saw. I finally had Ethan again. He was gone just as fast, and it pissed me off.
“The fuck?”
“Get your ass to your trailer.” He said, voice thick with want. I fixed my mask and grinned, licking my lips.
“Whatever you say, Bugsy.” I laughed and ran off to my trailer while he trailed behind me. Once inside my trailer, he was on me again, tearing off my mask, and throwing it across the room.
“You’re such a fucking brat, Mal.” He growled, shoving me against the wall and kissing me again, grabbing one of my hips with one hand and jaw with another. His grip is punishing on my skin, and I loved it.
“Who? me?” I teased. He turned me around, using a hand to grip my hair, and shoved my face against the hard metal of the trailer, the bite of cool steel chilling my skin.
Ethan pressed his hard, clothed cock against my ass. "You think you can take her from me when you're practically gagging for my cock?" He hissed in my ear, rocking his hips against my rear.
“Stick your cock in me, and let's find out.” I wiggled my ass, relishing in his groan. I did that. I got his dick hard, and he is about to fuck me, not her. Not Blake. Me. Ethan shoved my pants down and took his cock out, all while keeping one hand in my hair, holding me in place.
“I hope you didn’t expect this to be gentle.”
“When have we ever been gentle? Get the fuck inside me already.”
“So bossy for a bottom.” He growled in my ear before pulling back to spit on his hand, stroking it into his cock. “If you take any longer, I’m gonna go find Blake and—” His spit-coveredhand was around my throat again, squeezing, and his other hand pulled my head back.
“You want a taste of her so bad, here.” He said, letting go of my hair; a moment later, he was shoving something soft into my mouth. “I stole those from her last night while she was sleeping.”
I moaned. He’d put her panties in my mouth—the goddamn crazy bastard. He pressed his cock inside, making me groan and suck on the fabric in my mouth. The sting as he stretched me open with nothing, but spit had my mind buzzing.
Pushing back against him made Ethan grip my hips and push me against the wall of the trailer again, trapping my cock against the cool metal.
I hissed around the panties, clenching around his rod as he fucked into me deeper. I had missed this; quickies before the show started, hard and fast, leaving me to perform with his cum dripping from my hole. It wasperfect,like things were supposed to be before Ethan had almost killed a man for touching me.
Chapter six
Ethan
Istilled my hips the moment I realized. There was no way Mal should have been able to take me so easily. It'd been too long. That had to mean only one thing.
