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

45. Ryan Fairview

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W e checked in with my mother and Naomi on our way to my room, and the two of them were giggling maniacally while getting dinner ready.

“What the heck are you two up to?” I asked, flabbergasted by the fact that Naomi seemed to be having the time of her life hanging out with my mother.

“We’re making dinner, dear.” Iris hummed happily as she seasoned what looked like a large roast.

“Your mom’s teaching me how to make her famous mashed potatoes.” Naomi was beaming with a massive smile that spread from ear to ear. Every time she looked at my mom, her eyes seemed to sparkle. It made my chest tight.

“So you guys are going to be busy for a bit? I have to, uh, help Cal with something,” I said, trying to sound casual. The evil grin Naomi gave me told me that she knew exactly what it was I would be helping Cal with.

I glanced at Cal, knowing my face was burning a bright red, but he was no help. His grin was just as devious as Naomi’s.

“We’re fine here! Iris asked if we could stay for dinner. Is that ok, Cal?” Naomi asked, and he nodded.

“I would fucking love to stay for dinner,” he purred, and I felt a warm rush of happiness at how genuinely pleased he seemed to be about being invited.

“Great. We’ll be right back.”

“Take your time, dear,” Iris said in her usual dreamy tone.

“Yeah. Take allllll the time you need.” Naomi winked, and my face became even more red.

Before I could pussy out, Cal grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the kitchen.

“Can’t wait to taste those taters! Don’t fuck ‘em up, Gnomes!” he hollered over his shoulder as he steered me down the hall.

I broke away from Cal and led the way to my room. He was close on my heels, and we scampered up the staircase like a couple of teenagers rushing to hook up before our parents got home.

I was barely through the door when Cal grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around. He kicked the door shut behind us and slid his hands into my suit jacket, rushing me to take it off.

“Mmm, fuck baby,” he murmured as he grabbed me by the tie, jerking me into him. “I just want to rip this fucking shirt right off of you.”

I laughed nervously. “Don’t do that, it wasn’t cheap.”

Cal chuckled and pressed his soft lips against mine, leaving hot kisses across my mouth and down onto my neck.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he growled as he tugged my tie off and ripped my shirt open so aggressively that the buttons rained down on the floor.

I gasped, my cheeks flushing again at how fucking badly he seemed to need me. His hands slid over my torso, leaving burning hot shivers across my abs.

“Cal…” I moaned as he pushed me back toward the bed. He tongued my pulse and nipped at my Adam’s apple, his hot breath making my dick swell between my legs.

“I just want to devour you, gorgeous. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he rasped, dragging his mouth back up to meet mine as he pushed me down on the bed.

He crawled on top of me, and I whimpered against his lips, opening for him. My mind went numb and dizzy as his hot tongue slid against mine. He kissed me like he owned me, and the taste of him was so potent and intoxicating that I didn’t think I would ever get enough.

His tongue played with mine as he scraped his blunt fingernails down my sides to hook into my waistband, and I gasped.

Placing my palms on his chest, I pressed him back, and he literally snarled in my mouth.

I grinned despite the fact that his tongue was still in my mouth. Turning my face away, I pressed on him again so I could speak.

Cal snatched up my hands and forced them down on either side of my head, panting inches from my face as he ground his erection into mine.

I met his eyes and noticed how much his pupils were blown with an odd sense of satisfaction.

He was absolutely feral.

Feral for me.

“Don’t push me away, ginger snap; give me what I want,” he growled, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine. The unspoken ‘or else’ lingered in the air around us, and I nipped at his bottom lip, reveling in the deep masculine sound he made as my teeth sunk into the pillowy flesh.

“I want to… I want to make you feel good,” I murmured, swallowing each puff of his hot breath as he hovered above me.

Cal’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline as if I surprised him.

“You said the other night, if I wanted to… if I wanted to do it sober, you would let me.” I breathed, hating how red my face was.

Cal released one of my hands and threaded his fingers in my hair, jerking my head back to expose my neck to him. He bit and sucked at the sensitive skin, grinding his hard dick into mine as he worshiped my throat.

“You want to make me come, ginger snap?”

He sucked my earlobe into his mouth so hard I very nearly cried out.

I nodded frantically. “Yes. I want to.”

“Fuck… that’s so hot, baby,” he purred, dropping one more kiss on my lips before standing up.

He stood at the end of the bed between my knees, and I followed him up. Sliding my hands under his hoodie, I pushed the thick fabric up.

He crossed his arms and grabbed the hem, ripping the sweater up and over his head before tossing it to the side.

My mouth went dry.

Jesus Christ. He was like a fucking god.

My whole body froze, and suddenly, all I could do was look at him. I realized this was the first time I had seen him without a shirt on, and he seemed to have been carved from fucking stone.

Every inch of him was covered in black tattoos and muscle. I had a six-pack from all the boxing, but Cal had a fucking eight-pack. His chest was so perfect I couldn’t help but run my hands up and over the hard mounds of his pecs, my heart stuttering in my chest as my fingers grazed his nipples.

“If you keep looking at me like that, ginger snap, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from fucking you.” He hissed as I traced the intricate lines of his tattoos back down to the waistband of his jeans.

There was a line of dark hair that ran from his belly button into his boxers, and I suddenly wanted to run my tongue over it.

I swallowed.

“You have so many tattoos,” I whispered, taking them all in. He had the word ‘ impulsive’ tattooed on the side of his neck, which made me smile.

At least he was self aware.

The rest of his chest and abs seemed to be covered in gears and intricate patterned linework. I frowned, skating my fingers over a large, ornate skeleton key that was vertically stamped in the center of his chest, just beneath his clavicle.

“What is this one for?” I asked, my voice so rough I barely recognized myself.

“It’s Naomi’s key,” Cal said, his tone just as dark and full of need.

Glancing up at him, I swallowed again, the implication of what he had just said rushing through me.

His brown eyes softened, and he wrapped a large hand around my nape, brushing a thumb across my jaw.

“I don’t want to think about that right now, gorgeous. Take my cock out,” he ordered, and I nodded, dropping my gaze down to the button of his jeans, which were barely containing what I was sure would be a massive fucking dick.

Reaching for the button, I undid it with shaking fingers before pulling down his fly. The zipper sounded insanely loud as I pulled it open, and my heart was hammering in my chest.

Rallying up my courage, I decided to pull his jeans and his boxers down at the same time. My very dry mouth suddenly watered as his cock sprang free, bobbing in the air inches from my face.

I had never seen another man’s dick in real life before, outside of the changing room in high school. Even then, I had done my best not to look.

The way my entire body reacted to the sight of it made me nearly whimper out loud.

I was so fucking gay. Yep. Super fucking gay.

I drank up the sight of him and glanced up in shock when I realized he was pierced.

“Did you… pierce your fucking dick?” I asked, completely gobsmacked.

He chuckled. “Yeah. It’s called a Prince Albert. Got it when I was like, eighteen. Do you like it?”

“I don’t… know,” I muttered, still completely shocked that anyone would ever want a needle that close to their dick. Though I had to admit, I was fascinated.

“Touch it,” he urged, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching forward to run my finger over the silver ring.

He flinched beneath my touch, and I froze.

“Did that hurt?” I asked, and he shook his head, grabbing my hand and wrapping my fingers around his cock. It was so soft but hard at the same time…

Holy shit, my mouth was fucking salivating.

“No, baby, it doesn’t hurt. It feels good.”

I looked up at him again.

This was fucking crazy. I was holding another man’s dick in my hands!

“I’ve never done this before,” I murmured, and he chuckled.

“I know, gorgeous.”

“You’re going to have to tell me what to do.”

“There’s nothing you could do that I’m not going to like, Ryan. Do whatever you think you would want me to do to you.”

“I want it to be good, though,” I breathed as I gently traced my fingertips up and down his shaft. I marveled as a shiny bead of precum formed at his tip.

“You’re already driving me crazy, baby.” He groaned. “Just put your mouth on me. I promise I’ll make sure you know what I like.”

I nodded and leaned forward, gently touching my tongue to the bead of cum that had formed around the silver ring he had threaded through his tip.

He jerked again at my touch, letting out a muffled groan that made my heart swell with pride.

“Jesus fuck, Ryan, you’re so perfect. Give me that sweet mouth.”

He shivered and brought his palms up to cup the sides of my face. Feeling emboldened by his praise, I opened my mouth wider and slurped his fat tip into my mouth, teasing his piercing with my tongue.

“ Fuuuuck , that’s good.” He moaned, sliding his hands up into my hair. He curled his fingers and guided my head down on him, groaning as I did my best to fit him all the way in. “Your mouth feels so good, baby; let me see you look at me while you swallow it,” he murmured, and I rolled my eyes up to meet his.

His eyelids were heavy, and his mouth was slightly parted as he watched me. The deeply intimate way he was looking at me made my dick throb in my pants. I was definitely leaking all over my boxers.

“Open wider for me, baby,” he urged, putting gentle pressure on the back of my head and easing me further down on him.

His piercing hit the back of my throat, and I groaned against him, running my tongue firmly on the bottom of his cock as I took him deeper.

Wanting to get even more of him inside me, I slid forward off the bed and allowed my knees to hit the floor.

I wrapped my hands around his hips and thrust him into my face, forcing his thick cock deep into my throat and opening as wide as my mouth could go.

“Holy shit, Ryan, you’re not even gagging.” He pulled out of my mouth slightly before plunging back in as if he were testing my gag reflex.

I felt him curl his fingers under my jaw and stroke my throat. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before? I swear you were made to swallow my cock.”

I pulled back and sucked on his tip again, shuddering with pleasure as he leaked into my mouth. I lapped up the salty taste of him, teasing the ridge of his crown with my tongue.

Fuck this was so good. Why was this so fucking good?

Cal made another guttural sound as I wrapped a gentle hand around his balls, fondling them carefully. I was getting off on every single grunt and groan that escaped his lips.

He was making those sounds because of me! I was doing that!

“Mmmphhh,” I choked as I slid my mouth back down to the base again, suddenly feeling like I would do anything to make him fall apart for me.

This massive, dangerous man was coming undone because of what I was doing to him. Something about it made me feel so powerful and special.

I looked up at him again to find him staring at me like I was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. He brushed a tear off my cheek with his thumb and raked his fingers through my hair as I bobbed on his cock, unable to get enough.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come.” He groaned as I licked and slurped and sucked on him like he was a fucking popsicle.

“Is that what you want, gorgeous? You want me to come down this tight little throat?”

I nodded and sank down deep on him again, relishing in the way his fingers were curling into my hair.

“I just want to fuck your mouth so bad,” he whined, and I grunted, hoping he understood that I wanted that too. I just wanted him to take control. I loved it when he took over and used me the way he wanted. It made me feel free in a way I never had before.

“You want me to do it, don’t you?”

He put a little more pressure on my head, and I nodded. I could hear the smile in his husky voice at my consent.

“Alright, baby. Open up that beautiful throat. I’m going to fuck this sweet mouth,” he growled, and before I could even process what was happening, he was slamming his cock in and out of me.

“Mmmphhhh!” I couldn’t control the primal groan that vibrated out of my mouth as saliva dripped down my chin.

He held my head firmly as he pounded into my mouth. I think my soul literally left my body as I felt his balls tighten in anticipation of his release.

“I’m about to come, baby; swallow it all for me. Drink up my cum.”

I closed my eyes, doing my best to open my throat to receive him.

His cock started throbbing in my mouth, and I reached up to massage his balls as he came. Hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat, and even though he warned me, the sensation was new and came as a surprise.

I choked and sputtered on his release, and it pooled in my mouth, sliding down my chin as I did my best to guzzle it up.

“ Fuck , Ryan. That’s so fucking good. Look at you, swallowing my cum like a perfect little angel,” he purred as I continued to bob on him, doing my best to take everything he was giving me. His praise made me feel so warm and safe. My head was spinning, and I thought for a moment that my life would literally never be the same again.

When his cock began to soften, he pulled me off him and used his thumb to wipe away the cum that had dribbled down my chin. He held his now-wet fingers up to my lips and pressed them into my mouth.

“Clean it up, baby. You made a mess,” he murmured, and I wrapped my lips around his fingers, sucking his cum off them the way he wanted.

Cal dropped to his knees before me and slammed his lips into mine, kissing me like he was a starving man in the desert. I curled my fingers in his hair and kissed him back, loving the way he sucked and nipped at my lips until they were swollen and puffy.

“You’re fucking perfect, Ryan,” he whispered against me, and a strange lump formed in my throat.

Why did it make me feel so good when he said things like that to me?

“Does that mean I did a good job then?” I joked, pulling back slightly so I could meet his eyes. He was grinning at me, his warm brown eyes sparkling.

“Yes, baby. You did a fucking amazing job.” He reached down and cupped my rock-hard dick over my suit pants, and I let out an embarrassingly loud whimper.

“Now it’s my turn.” He smirked. “Sit on the bed. I’m going to suck you till you forget your fucking name.”