“Cal… please, fuck!” I panted, but he just laughed again and continued to stroke me until my dick swelled in his hand.
“That’s it, baby. Make a mess. Show me how fucking straight you are,” he purred just as everything came to an explosive head.
My cock erupted in his hand, and I choked and groaned as I came and came and came. Hot cum shot from me in spurts. I was glad I couldn’t see the shame of my own release, as I was sure it had hit the dead man who was currently lying on the floor.
Cal continued to stroke me until my balls were completely empty. All the strength left my body, and I slumped weakly against the table. I was too drained to fight when he finally released his grip on my hair. He tugged down my surgical mask, leaving a soft, unwelcome kiss on my lips. I groaned and jerked away from him, but this time he let me.
I stumbled away from the table, clumsily tucking my spent cock back into my pants. He was staring at me without a singlehint of amusement on his face, his dark eyes burning with an emotion I didn’t understand.
“Call me that again, and I’ll take your fucking ass next time,” he threatened. He didn’t sound angry, but he didn’t sound like his usual self either. It was like he was dead inside.
I ripped up my zipper with shaking fingers as he watched me cooly. Suddenly, I remembered the ghoulish lady that had attacked me the night before.
‘Devil boy!’she had screeched at me. She had said Cal was her son… If that nightmare of a woman was his mother, then who knew what kind of upbringing he had suffered through.
Calling him the devil had clearly triggered him, and I had paid for it with that humiliating handjob.
What the fuck had that been all about?
Cal cut me a cold glare and gestured to the crooked prep table and the mangled body sprawled out on the floor.
“Clean this up,” he ordered, then, without another word, he left.
The second I left Ryan’s, I regretted my decision to abandon him. I almost immediately wanted to go back and apologize.
Operation ‘Win Ryan’s Heart’ was off to one of the rockiest starts to ever rockily start. I definitely shouldn’t have forced him to come all over my victim’s dead body…I also probably shouldn’t have left him to clean it up alone…nope. That was the dumbest shit I had ever done, and I had done some epically stupid stuff in my twenty-six years of life.
I groaned out loud as I drove to the townhouse I shared with Naomi, dropping my head back into the leather seat of my G-Wagon.
On top of me being an idiotic, impulsive asshole—I was still nursing a massive hard-on. The memory of Ryan’s perfect dick pulsing in my hand was almost too much for me to handle. The deep masculine grunts and moans that had escaped his gorgeous throat would fucking haunt me for the rest of my life.
I wondered what sorts of sounds he would make when I finally rammed my dick up his tight, virgin ass?
Jesus, Cal! GET IT TOGETHER!
If I didn’t make it up to him somehow, there was no way he was ever going to let me anywhere near his ass… not that he had really wanted me to stroke his cock today either… like I said. Not one of my finest moments.
I wasn’t usually like this.
Ok… I was.
Kind of.
I was always a pushy dom that demanded obedience, but I usually had a willing sub to exact my sadistic will upon.
Ryan had certainly not been willing, but I hadn’t been able to stop. Even though he had begged me to stop… more than once.
That was bad.
Iknewwhat I had just done was bad, but I had no idea what to do about it.
“This is a fucking mess… and not in a hot way,” I grumbled to myself as I pulled into my driveway and hopped out of the vehicle.
I scowled at the sight of my fire-crotch red Aston Martin parked across the street. It appeared Vox had wasted no time cashing in on his reward for checking on my sister while I was gone.
Bastard.
I walked up my professionally manicured front walkway, nodding at the massive collection of garden gnomes on my way before unlocking my front door.
