“Well, at least wash it when you get a chance,” said Tapestry. “Even a small cut can lead to a bad infection, and you wouldn’t want something like that scarring badly.”
Malcolm nodded. Melanie was still at Tapestry’s side, practically clinging to her sister.
“So, is that a wrap for today?” he asked. “It might be hard for us to focus back on training after this.”
Tapestry started to answer, but Melanie spoke before she could.
“I really don’t want to be home alone, Aubrey,” she said. “Please… Can you stay with me? I’m still so overwhelmed. I feel like I might have a panic attack if I don’t have somebody around to talk to. Please? Just for today? And then you can-”
“Fine,” said Tapestry, with a sigh. “You’re kind of needy sometimes, you know that?”
The two girls smiled at each other. Malcolm walked with them back to the car, taking the front seat at Melanie’s insistence. Ten minutes later, he was back outside his apartment.
“Same time tomorrow morning,” said Tapestry. “I’m going to have to speak to Multi about how we handle the aftermath of what happened today. You might have to make a media appearance or two.”
Malcolm frowned and furrowed his brow.
“Why me?” he said. “We both saved the day.”
“The attention you already brought onto yourself yesterday is only going to snowball after this,” said Tapestry. “And besides, Multi has already explained to the local press that I don’t like to be in the public eye like that.”
Malcolm felt a little annoyed, and a little like he was being thrown under the bus.
“Come on,” he said. “That’s not exactly fair. I just became a champion yesterday.”
“We’ll talk more about it tomorrow morning,” said Tapestry. “Just be ready. And wear something nice.”
“Bye, Malcolm!” called Melanie.
Tapestry drove off before he could get another word in. Malcolm rolled his eyes and headed up the stairs into his apartment.
He wasn’t sure what to expect once he got inside. It looked just as it had when he’d left, except for a few pieces of food missing from the fridge.
So, she does need to eat. Well, that’s good to know.
Malcolm opened the door to his room slowly. Rose was sleeping naked in his bed. The curtains were drawn, and her breathing was steady and rhythmic. She looked beautiful, and strangely vulnerable, so unlike the dark, seductive spryte who’d he’d fought and fooled around with the night before.
He left her like that, deciding that she probably needed the sleep. Malcolm made himself some food and sat down on his couch. He booted up his Playstation and spent the next few hours playing video games, relishing the opportunity to relax and get his mind off his life.
CHAPTER 16
It was late afternoon when the door to his room finally opened. Malcolm glanced up and saw Rose in the doorway, wearing one of his shirts. It was baggy on her, and hung down just past her butt, revealing her long, flawless, purple hued thighs. Her hair was loose across her shoulders, and seemed imbued with the shadows that her powers let her manipulate.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” said Malcolm.
The smile on her face was mischievous, and she walked toward him slowly, her hips swaying with each step. Malcolm was still playing his game, in the middle of a soccer match against an online opponent.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” said Rose. “I’m just the girl who’s been sleeping naked in your bed all day. Who is now wearing your t-shirt, and nothing else.”
Malcolm grinned at her.
“You’re welcome,” he said. “If it wasn’t for me, you’d have the Champion Authority after you right now. Tapestry came within a glance of seeing you this morning.”
“Maybe you deserve a reward for that?” said Rose.
She slid her hand up Malcolm’s thigh. He resisted the urge to quit the match and focus his attention on her, instead waiting to see what would happen if he just let the tension build.
Rose let her palm play across his jeans, drawing closer and closer to his crotch. Malcolm was hard after only a couple of seconds of it, and when her fingers finally began to trace the outline of his erection, he almost gasped with pleasure.
Rose brought her mouth in close to his neck, letting her hot breath tickle the sensitive skin there. She let her lips graze his earlobe, and a shiver of pleasure went through Malcolm’s body.
‘I think you definitely deserve a reward,” said Rose. “And I think I might just know how to give you one.”
Malcolm didn’t react, though it was a struggle to keep himself from grinning. Rose’s fingers carefully unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. He lifted his hips up so that she could slide them down, still trying to keep his attention on the game.
If I seem like I’m enjoying it too much, she’ll probably start trying to use sex to control me.
“You can’t ignore me forever, Malcolm,” whispered Rose. He still had his boxers on, and she leaned her face into the bulge poking against the fabric. She let her cheeks and mouth rub against his hardness, and even with a layer of cloth in the way, he could feel the heat and softness of her beautiful face.
“Maybe…” she whispered. “If I take it a little further?”
She carefully pulled his boxers down, and his erection popped out, ready and eager even as Malcolm continued to act nonchalant. Rose tapped the tip of it with a finger, shifting onto her knees in front of where he was sitting on the couch.
Malcolm tried to stay focused on the game, less because he really wanted to, and more just to make a stubborn point. Rose let her fingers play across his shaft, taking it in both hands and holding it gingerly, like a gun that could go off at any second.
“Do you want to know what my mouth feels like, Malcolm?” whispered Rose.
He nodded his head before he could stop himself. Rose gave the length of his shaft an exploratory lick, and then slid it into her mouth.
She let out a soft, pleased moan at the exact same time that Malcolm did. She slowly bobbed her head up and down, sucking him off with gentle movements. Malcolm set the controller aside, unable to focus on the game for a second longer. He ran a hand through Rose’s dark hair and watched her lewd mouth work its magic.
It felt incredible. The pleasure was a little scary in the way it pushed all other thoughts out of his mind. It was just him and Rose, and her luscious lips, hot mouth, and wet tongue. She looked up and made eye contact with him on and off, her expression flickering with delight at the effect she was having on him.
God, it feels so fucking good.
She brought his erection in deeper and deeper, until Malcolm could feel himself probing into even tighter territory. Her eyes closed, and her lips tightened, her tongue pushing up against the base of his shaft. It felt incredible, and all Malcolm could do was lean his head back, gently rubbing her head in encouragement.
Rose licked and sucked with such skill that it was pointless for him to try to hold out for very long. The pleasure was like a flood building against an old dam. Malcolm’s breathing accelerated. His hands tightened through locks of her hair. He forgot to warn her as he passed over his limit. She didn’t seem to care.
“Oh, Rose,” he moaned. His seed blasted out into her mouth, hot and sticky. Rose gracefully sucked it down, rubbing his thigh as though encouraging him to give her everything he had to offer.
He practically melted into the couch, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Rose stopped sucking midway through his orgasm and cleared her throat.
“I think you lost that round,” she said.
“What?”
She smiled wickedly at him and nodded to TV, which was showing the postgame stats. He’d gotten absolutely creamed.