“You’re…” Tapestry slid her hand between his legs, her expression shifting to shock as she felt his hard bulge. “Already? We just started kissing?”
“Have you forgotten what young men are like?” asked Malcolm. “You should take it as a compliment.”
“Malcolm!” she said, sounding offended by his tone, if not his words.
“Tapestry,” he replied. “Aubrey.”
He gave her a deep, passionate kiss, lifting one of her legs so he could grind his hardness into her crotch. Tapestry was wearing jeans, and he lets his fingers play over the button and zipper.
“We’re coworkers,” whispered Tapestry. Malcolm kissed her neck, and she let out a tiny, pleased moan.
“We’re all alone,” he whispered. “In my apartment.”
He groped at her breasts. They were on the small side, but each a solid handful, and very perky. Tapestry bucked her hips forward against him. It was all the encouragement he needed.
Malcolm spun Tapestry around and bent her over the counter. He unzipped her jeans and pulled them down roughly, and then almost burst out laughing.
“Interesting choice,” he said, eyeing the very modest, old fashioned pair of panties she had on.
She glared at him over her shoulder, blushing furiously.
“I suppose if you don’t like them, you should just… take them off me.”
“With pleasure.” Malcolm slid his fingers into the waistband, teasing her for a couple of seconds before sliding them down. Tapestry’s butt was amazing, and he had to take a couple of seconds to pull his jaw up off the floor before doing anything else.
“Malcolm,” she said. “This feels…”
“How does it feel?” Malcolm had his jeans and boxers down. He pulled her legs open a little wider from behind, pushing the tip of his erection into position.
Tapestry shivered.
“Well?” asked Malcolm, sliding into her slowly. “How does it feel?”
Tapestry either couldn’t answer, or didn’t want to. She leaned her head forward against the counter. Malcolm slid in deeper, running one hand through her hair while the other groped at her breasts.
She was tight, almost painfully so, but she was also wet and ready for him. Malcolm slowly started pumping into her, feeling her butt jiggle slightly with each thrust. Tapestry’s body was lean and athletic, and it made it all that much more pleasurable and active.
“Oh god, Malcolm!” she moaned. “Oh…”
He built up a rhythm, keeping her pinned as he unleashed the onslaught of his tool. Tapestry braced herself against the counter, pushing back. She only had on a t-shirt, and it made her look like a slutty college student, bending over to let a frat bro have his way with her.
Malcolm pulled back a little too far and missed her hole on a forward thrust. Tapestry rubbed his leg and spun around, kissing him and making an adorable attempt to go on the offensive. Malcolm let her control the pace for a second, cupping her cheek and kissing her gently, and then grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her into the air.
“Oh!” cried Tapestry.
She was small enough for Malcolm get inside while holding her, but that wasn’t what he had in mind. He carried her into the living room, and the two of them collapsed onto the couch, Tapestry underneath him.
It only took a second for him to get going again, and then they were moving together. The pace of it was faster this time, Tapestry bucking her hips to meet his thrusts. She draped her arms over his neck and buried her head against his shoulder, squealing as Malcolm ruthlessly pounded her.
“Oh god!” Tapestry let out a couple of shaky, quick breaths, and had one of the cutest orgasms Malcolm had ever seen.
He slowed down, slowly sliding his rod in and out of her tight hole. It almost felt like she was stroking him off, but wetter and hotter. He went slow, giving her a break, and after a minute of edging himself up, he reached his limit.
“Aubrey,” he moaned. “Mmm…”
He wanted to pull out and do the sensible thing, but it didn’t happen in time. Tapestry had recovered enough from her orgasm to make an annoyed face, but it was halfhearted. Malcolm luxuriated in the pleasure, embracing her with his tool still inside, the two lying together on the tiny couch.
“Maybe I have forgotten what young men are like,” whispered Tapestry.
“Well,” he said. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of chances in the near future to remember.”
She smiled at him, and then frowned.
“I probably shouldn’t tell Melanie about this,” she said.
“She’s not stupid. She’ll probably figure it out even if you try to keep it secret.”
“Maybe,” said Tapestry. “Maybe not.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder. Malcolm sighed and tried to empty his mind.
What was the point of this? Do I feel something for her that’s real, or am I just mad at Rose?
He couldn’t answer his own questions, and decided not to try to, at least not yet. He closed his eyes and accepted the peace he and Tapestry had found… for a couple of seconds.
“Is that… smoke?” he asked, sniffing the air. Tapestry blinked her eyes open and furrowed her brow.
“That’s definitely smoke,” she said. “Do you think…?”
“The heat demon!” finished Malcolm.
He jumped up from the couch and gathered his clothes.
CHAPTER 36
“Malcolm, we won’t stand a chance against it. Think about what we’ve seen this demon do!”
Tapestry stood in front of the door, her clothes back on and arms outstretched.
“I am thinking about what I’ve seen it do,” said Malcolm.
The aftermath of what it did to my family. I saw that.
“You’re going to get yourself killed!” she hissed. “Multi’s strategy is solid. We should focus on luring it out of town, away from people. Once we have it isolated, we can call in help from the Champion Authority to put it down.”
Malcolm forced himself to take a deep breath. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he wasn’t sure whether it was from fear, or excitement. It was the emotion of vengeance, and there was something unique and determined about it.
“Tapestry, I’m going out there,” he said. “You can either come with me, or get out of my way.”
She glared at him, but relented.
“Promise me,” she said. “That you won’t attack. At least not right away. Give me time to call in Multi and Morph. We can still make the strategy work.”
“I promise,” said Malcolm.
Fingers crossed. Sorry, Tapestry.
The two of them headed out onto the street and followed the smoke. It wasn’t hard, especially as they drew closer and heard the sounds that went with it. Malcolm could hear the scraping of metal, like a car crash. He could also hear the roar of fire and, of course, the screams.
He started to round the final corner when Tapestry grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. She brought his face in close to his. Malcolm briefly thought she was going to kiss him, but instead, she just whispered something.
“We split up,” she said. “Head the demon off from both directions. We watch it, and wait for the others to get here.”
Malcolm nodded, though he had his own ideas. Tapestry doubled back down the street. He knew it would take her at least a minute to get into position. He licked his lips.
The heat demon stood in the center of one of Vanderbrook’s largest streets, basking in mayhem. The monster wore a jacket with a hood, which it kept over its head. A half dozen bodies, along with at least twenty charred and mangled cars, were displayed around it in a circle. Fires blazed inside all the nearby buildings, and everywhere, people were screaming.
Malcolm took a deep breath and swallowed. Many of those people, or at least their loved ones, would go on to live with the same emptiness that he’d lived with for the past five years. He wasn’t alright with that.