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“I couldn’t wait.”
Malcolm’s arms wrap around me from behind, and I briefly see him in the mirror before he’s kissing my neck. “You were amazing.”
“You thought so?”
“Fucking incandescent, Brooke. Your mother would be proud.”
Emotion floods my chest for a moment before I can fully breathe again. “Thank you.”
“I have a surprise for you.”
I can feel him hard through his pants. “If it’s your cock, it can wait till we get home.”
Malcolm laughs. “It’s not that. Well, it’s not only that.” I smirk as he turns me and backs me against the wall. “But now that you mention it.”
“You know that everyone in the cast makes fun of us? Amy basically said she was going to tell everyone at the cast party that I’m getting laid.”
Since I’m still in my underwear, it’s easy for him to slip his hand down my stomach and into my panties. I gasp at his fingers and the way they swirl over my clit, teasing it in the way that he knows turns me on the most. “If they already know, then it won’t be a surprise if I make you scream.”
“We shouldn’t.” But I already know that we’re going to. I’m full of energy and life and all I want is him inside me. It doesn’t matter how many times we fuck or make love; I don’t get tired of it. He takes me to another fucking planet.
“I disagree.” Malcolm slips a finger inside me, curling it back to brush it over my G-spot. It’s something he only does when he’s planning on driving me absolutely insane. And it does. The immediate pleasure that blasts outward from the movement of his fingers is so good. Amplified by the fact that I’m packed with adrenaline and high on the feeling of performance.
I shudder, my pussy squeezing down on his fingers.
“Hands up.”
I raise my arms and he pins my wrists to the wall. It’s not every night that Malcolm unleashes this side of himself, but I love it when he does. It reminds me of the night we first met when he pinned me against the window.
Adding a second finger, I moan, and he moves harder. Faster. Malcolm’s thumb lands on my clit and the claiming kiss he slams down on my lips sends me over the edge. Pleasure that’s rich like honey rolls over me. The groan that escapes me is captured by his mouth, and he works me through the orgasm with his fingers. Drawing it out in the way only he knows how to.
“Fuck,” I manage to say when he releases me from the kiss.
“At least three orgasms before we leave this room,” Malcolm says. “And when we get home, we’re not going to stop. Tongue, hands, vibrator, or cock, it’s your night and I’m going to pleasure you until you say you’re done.”
My voice is ragged. “I need to be able to walk for the performance tomorrow.”
“Then every step is going to remind you how thoroughly mine you are.”
His fingers are still inside me and I move my hips to try to get more. When he says things like that, all I want is for him to back it up. “You can’t say things like that.”
“Why not?”
I whimper and move my hips again. “Not unless you’re going to show me.”
Malcolm pulls his fingers out of my pussy and licks them clean. He never breaks eye contact. I feel a whole new burst of wetness just watching him do that.
My wrists are still pinned to the wall, and he undoes his belt with one hand. “Fuck.”
“What?”
Malcolm shakes his head. “Believe it or not, my plan wasn’t actually to fuck you in the dressing room. I don’t have a condom.”
I freeze for a second. “Pull out.”
His eyebrows rise. “Are you sure?”
Everything in me feels too good and too bright and I don’t want to lose that feeling to a tiny piece of rubber. “Yes.”
He curses under his breath and releases my hands to haul me into his arms. Fitting his cock against me, he slams deep, pressing me back against the wall again. “Holy shit.”
This whole sensation is new. Heat and friction. He feels so much bigger and I feel fuller and I lose all conscious thought. Bliss spirals up and out and through, and I’m barely aware of the fact that Malcolm is fucking me hard enough to shake the walls.
“That’s two,” he says, thrusting home again.
“Two’s good.” My head sags down against his shoulder. I’m clinging to him like he’s an anchor and bathing in the pleasure of every single movement.
He shifts me, angling my hips so I can take him deeper, and holy fuck, that’s it. My world explodes into fireworks. I’m not even coming yet—it just feels so fucking good that I can’t breathe.
“I said three,” Malcolm growls in my ear. “And I meant three.”
