The Mercenary and the Mortician (The Silent Hollow #1)

24. Cal Walker

Alexa, play: Frozen (feat. 070 Shake) - Madonna, Sickick, 070 Shake

A fter agreeing to let me be his ‘ friend,’ I left Ryan to sleep. He had narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously when I easily agreed to leave for the night.

I think he was expecting me to try to convince him to let me cuddle him, which… let’s be serious, I would have been all over it.

However, I knew I was already pushing my luck with the whole ‘ friendship’ thing, and I didn’t want to push too hard in case he changed his mind.

Besides, I had already bugged his entire house anyway. I had several live camera feeds installed before I even texted him that night. Grinning to myself, I remembered how shocked he had been to find me waiting for him in his bedroom.

I had just finished wiring his bedroom and ensuite, so his timing had been perfect.

As much as I hated the idea of leaving him, he wasn’t ready for me to invade his life on that level yet. Constant video surveillance of my little ginger snap would have to do for now, at least until I could convince him that he was in love with me.

Because I didn’t want to be friends with Ryan Fairview. I wanted to be much more than that. I wanted his face to light up instead of darkening when he saw me. I wanted him to let me touch him whenever I wanted. I wanted to hold his hand in public and kiss him until he felt dizzy.

The shock on his face when I told him I liked him had broken my heart. He looked like he couldn’t believe anyone would think that way about him, which was just crazy to me.

I was going to change that. By the time I was done with Ryan, he was going to see himself the same way I did.

It was just going to take time.

Baby Steps.

Hopping back in my G-Wagon, I flipped on the app that showed me the live feed to Ryan’s house. Flipping through the feeds to make sure they were all working as they should, I settled on the one that showed me his bedroom.

His room was huge, and the four-poster California King had more than enough space for two. My kinky little mind started swirling with fantasies of how good Ryan would look tied up and at my mercy in that bed.

The fact that fear seemed to turn him on excited the shit out of me. There were tons of things I would love to do to him to show him just how fun a fear kink could be. However, something told me he had never experimented or explored anything other than vanilla, straight sex. I wasn’t even convinced he had a ton of experience with straight sex.

Once I had gotten to know him better, I would grill him more on his sexual history. Despite the fact that bending him over that prep table and forcing him to come for me was obviously wrong, he had clearly been enjoying it on some level.

The sounds he had made and the way he had thrust his hips into my hand had made me so fucking hard for him. I rubbed my palm over the front of my jeans at the thought as I watched Ryan get ready for bed on my phone.

I still hadn’t busted a nut from that little altercation, and my balls were full of an aching need for the red-headed man who was playing hard to get.

I was about to talk myself out of rubbing one out in the front seat of my car when Ryan made his way into the ensuite, stripping off his t-shirt as he went.

My mouth watered at the sight of his perfect chest and tight abs. He had a sharp, gorgeous V that disappeared into his jeans. He passed the line of sight to the camera I had installed, so I flipped to my feed of his ensuite, nearly groaning out loud as he undid his pants. Hungrily, I watched him step out of them on his way to the large walk-in shower.

That was another place I would love to fuck him. The shower was large enough for three grown men; even with my size, it would be more than enough space for us to play. I watched as he turned the shower on. Finally, when he stepped out of his boxers, showing me the perfect globes of his ass, I lost my internal battle with myself.

My dick was literally aching in my pants, and with my free hand, I undid the button on my own jeans and shifted in my seat, pulling my rock-hard cock out.

Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I lazily pumped a few times, sucking on my lip ring as I watched my new obsession fill his hands with soap.

I frowned as he paused. He looked as if he were internally battling with himself for a moment too, and then he did something I totally hadn’t been expecting.

He wrapped his hand around his own cock and began to stroke himself.

I perked up immediately. I would have had no problem busting a nut just watching Ryan trace his hands all over his perfect body, but watching him beat off? Fuck, I wasn’t going to last more than a few minutes.

My mouth watered as his cock swelled in his hand, and he tugged on it, bracing his other hand on the shower wall.

He closed his eyes, and I watched his mouth move… fuck . I needed to hear the sounds he was making.

Scrambling to hit the audio feed before I missed my chance to hear his perfect moans, a dribble of precum slid down my cock and into my hand.

I used it as lube, swiping my thumb over my crown and gliding my hand up and down my dick without looking away from Ryan.

My balls we so fucking stiff and sore. I brushed my fingers over them, massaging them gently and pretending my fingers were Ryan’s soft, supple lips.

The audio kicked in, and I was rewarded with a low, grumbly moan that was loud enough that my microphones picked it up over the spray of the shower.

I watched Ryan increase his pace as he stroked himself, and a deep, burning need coiled in the base of my dick as I watched him touch himself.

“That’s it, baby,” I grunted, matching his pace while I watched. “Show me how you like it.”

His stomach muscles tightened, and he curled around himself slightly as he worked his cock. It was so fucking hot I could barely stand it.

“Yeah, baby. That feels good, doesn’t it? Show me how good you look when you come.” I growled, even though he couldn’t hear me. I hadn’t been able to see his entire face earlier, just the side of his head when I held him down.

“Cal…”

An explosion of pleasure rocked through my abdomen as Ryan’s grainy voice crackled through the speaker of my phone,

Had he just… said my name?

My hand paused on my throbbing cock as I strained to hear him. He was furiously working himself now, and he moaned again, thrusting his hips forward into his hand.

“Cal, I’m going to fucking come,” he moaned, and I sat forward in my seat, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest.

Was he… fantasizing about me while he beat off?!

Pride swelled through me, and I hastily went back to work on my own dick. I wanted nothing more than to break back into his house and bend him the fuck over, but I didn’t want to risk him rejecting me.

Not when I was about to watch him blow his load with my name on his lips.

“Show me, baby,” I whispered to him, dragging my tongue over my lip as I felt my balls tighten. The telltale build-up of heat that meant my orgasm was imminent had me rocking my hips into my hand. “Let me see you explode.”

To my absolute delight and shock, Ryan reached behind himself with his free hand. My mouth dropped open as he slid his fingers in between his asscheeks. His entire body locked up with pleasure as he fingered himself.

“Fuck, Cal… just like that!” Ryan whined as his cock began spurting in his hand.

“Fuuuuckkk!” I groaned out loud as my own dick began to throb and pulse. I had to drop the phone in the passenger seat to catch the cum in the bottom of my T-shirt, keeping it from spraying all over the windshield and my steering wheel.

I grunted and groaned as my cock continued to empty, and I turned my head so I could watch Ryan stroke himself through his own orgasm on the passenger seat.

Fuck, this was the longest orgasm I had ever had…

When I was finished, I was so blissed out that I could barely move. My body was buzzing with excitement and the floating feeling that came after such a strong release.

I gathered up my phone, tenderly stroking my thumb over the screen as I watched Ryan through the feed.

My heart dropped at the look on his face. He didn’t look blissed out. He looked stressed. Like what he had just done was a mistake.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I heard him ask himself as he shook his head beneath the spray of the shower.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong with you, baby,” I murmured, hating that I couldn’t tell him that to his face… Well, I could , but something told me he would be less than thrilled to find out I was watching him beat off in the shower from my car.

Likely even less thrilled to know I had watched him finger his own asshole while crying out my name.

“I’m going to teach you just how good things can be, ginger snap,” I whispered before tucking myself back into my jeans.

I was just about to head home when my phone buzzed in my hand. I glanced at the notification, frowning.

Damian:

Apex. Now.

What the fuck did he want? I wasn’t due for another job for at least two weeks. We usually worked a month or two on, then got a month off between jobs. Damian said it had something to do with maintaining our mental health.

You might be thinking: aww, that’s so nice!

It’s not. Damian doesn’t care about our mental health for our own well-being. He cares about it the way you would care about getting your car an oil change. We were tools to him. Belongings, and he liked to keep his belongings well-tuned.

Cal:

Well, you seem to be in an exceptionally good mood today. Can’t this wait? I have an early day tomorrow.

Damian:

Be here in an hour, or there will be consequences.

Ugh. Fine.

Fucking prick.

Tossing one last glance at my new favorite spooky mansion, I threw the G-Wagon into drive and made my way to Apex.

Hopefully, whatever Damian wanted wouldn’t take too long. I needed to get a good night’s sleep before seeing my ginger snap again bright and early the following day.