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 beours? 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.
