“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.
