Page 45 of Seven Graves

The Mortician

I just got fucked with a lollipop .

The attention this man has to detail and how quickly he can have me erupt all over his face is seriously beginning to astound me.

The way he acts like I taste of fucking divinity has me wondering why I keep hesitating every time he asks me out.

It’s not that I don’t want to…it’s that I do , and I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about that.

I have this burning need to put his dick in my mouth, if for no other reason than gratitude.

But he’s still got his pants, and I need to think of something to get him as naked as he was back at that warehouse.

It seems like the questions about his family or whatever he’s involved in are off-limits. I’m going with it.

“It’s my turn,” I breathed, my pussy still throbbing after seeing goddamn stars . His teeth were tracing the lines of an abstract tattoo that winds up the inside of my thigh, and the fucker smiled, cutting a side-eye at me.

“Trying to get me nude, Nathair Bheag? ” His head moved lower, and my body locked up while his green eyes pinned me down, eyeing everything leaking out of me that I’m positive he’s about to make a meal of.

Fuck, where does he come from? “Let’s see what you’ve got while I enjoy the rest of my sweets.

” That skilled tongue mopped up what his lollipop left behind…

inside and out, and I tried to keep my train of thought from derailing.

“F-fuck,” I exhaled, sliding my legs further open and spearing a hand through his copper hair. That train is fucked. No survivors.

“Come on, lass…I got faith in you.”

Think, stupid. God, it’s so good…

“Tell me— ugh …t-tell me why you wear another man’s wedding ring…

” His assault on my pussy immediately halted.

He left me breathing like I was about to drown, and I’m pretty sure I was edging on my second orgasm in less than five minutes.

I looked down to see his brows lowered in defeat.

He’s not gonna tell me. “Thought not…take ‘em off.”

“Well, aren’t you the clever one? I knew you’d ask eventually.

It’s a story for another time.” Malek raised up onto his knees again, hooking his thumbs into the waist of his sweats and pulling them down his thighs until that pierced monster stared me right in the face.

I barely registered the maneuver he had to pull off to get his pants past his ankles.

His tattooed fingers wrapped around the shaft and the chess piece looked like a crown around the head of ecstasy in the fucking flesh .

I want it in my mouth. “You got me naked. Tell me what you want, Seven Grey.”

“I have another question…”

“Not your turn, love.”

“Bet I can make you reconsider…” He stroked his cock, tightening his grip around it, and a bead of precum leaked out of the tip.

I felt my mouth water. I raised up, crawling to him and lifted my eyes to watch him watch me…

while I stuck my tongue out and licked it off.

“Do you wanna come harder than you ever have in your life?”

“Christ…”

Didn’t take much convincing. I ran my palms from his waistline to his chest, urging him to switch places with me and straddling him when I laid him down against the mound of frilly pillows on Mom and Dad’s bed.

I’ll never admit it out loud, but kissing Malek Byrne is effortless.

It’s as natural and necessary as breathing.

It’s a kiss you can easily lose yourself in, questioning every moral you have as soon as his tongue slips into your mouth.

The lip ring just adds to the ensuing chaos, and it fully wrecks me…

every. Single. Time. Every place he touches me leaves a fire in its wake, and the feral sounds that rumble out of him make me feel like a goddess.

I can’t fucking wait to hear him fall apart.

“How much faith do you think you have, Malek?” I grazed my teeth over the stubble of his chin, and he gripped a fistful of my hair. “Only chance I’m giving you to back out.”

“Not on your life , Little Viper. Fuckin’ break me. I dare you.”

I smiled and moved my mouth to the column of his neck, digging my nails into his sides while I bit down hard.

He hissed and my eyes watered with his grip on my hair…

but I love it. I felt his cock press harder against me and slowly kissed my way down his chest, dragging my claws with me.

His breathing was harsh and slow…and sexy as hell.

I picked another spot on his abdomen, biting harder this time and I heard him mutter something in Irish.

I reached a hand down, wrapping my fingers around his cock, and then went down to meet it, scraping the inside of his muscular thigh with my free hand.

“Hold on tight, Irishman.”

My hand held firm around him, and I forcefully spit on his cock, relishing in the way he bit down on that lower lip.

I spread it, sliding my fist up and down the length of him until he groaned.

I ran my tongue up the underside of his head, flicking his piercing with the tip before closing my mouth around it.

He watched me like a predator, chest rising and falling a lot quicker now.

My hand worked with my mouth, and I hollowed my cheeks, sucking the life out of him until he was good and distracted.

“Take it…” he choked out, eyes glazed and heavy.

I inwardly smiled, knowing exactly what was coming and preparing for it.

He tightened his grip on my hair, and I moved both hands, the one fisting his cock cradling his balls…

the other…wet from the spit I made sure to cover it with…

slipping into his ass, right as he shoved my head down.

“ó, mo Dhia!” His piercing hit the back of my throat, and I hooked my finger, moaning as I bobbed up and down, massaging his nuts while his back bowed off the bed.

I can just about guess what he said, and there were several more Irish expletives until they started tapering off, the shock and the pain mellowing out, and his curses turning into deep, heavy moans that made me want to explode.

He likes it…I knew he’d be the perfect shade of fucking crazy.

“Bleedin’ Christ …” he gasped, essentially fucking my mouth.

“Christ…” I’m no expert. I’ve done this one other time, and it didn’t end well.

I distinctly remember the guy, whose name I’ve already forgotten, knocking one of my pictures off the wall when he slammed my apartment door behind him.

I’m too much for normal men. But Malek isn’t normal.

He’s like me. Deranged, dark and insane.

The harder I sucked, and the more my neck worked to take that cock to the back of my throat, the louder he got.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect… God , you’re perfect, Seven Grey.

” I love it when he drops my full name. He does it a lot, and something about it feels possessive and strong.

I never thought I’d ever hear somebody call me perfect and mean it, and I certainly didn’t think I’d enjoy it from somebody I’m beginning not to hate.

Actually…I don’t think I ever hated him at all.

I think I was being a pussy and the fortress I’ve built around myself went into survival mode.

The finger I had in his ass pressed a little harder, and I could feel his balls tightening in my hand.

He moaned, nearly setting me off, and his cock pulsed on the flat of my tongue.

There’s nothing sexier than a man that whimpers while you’re putting the work in just to hear a second of it.

It’s the gold medal of fucking. And Malek has the most guttural, animalistic grunts when he’s about to come.

His hips thrust forward, and he held my head down, choking me on his cock and I felt his thick cum shoot down my throat.

I nearly came again with the long growl he made while I swallowed him down, easing my finger out of his ass.

He was out of breath, and honestly…so am I.

This is what sin tastes like, and it’s a fucking drug . And it’s mine .

He let me up for air, a bit still smeared on my lower lip as it trailed off his piercing and he jerked my hair, pulling my head back to look down his body at me.

He’s ruined. Completely gone, and I’m on cloud nine.

His thumb swept over the tip of his cock, and he shoved it into my mouth.

“Suck…” I did, twirling my tongue around it and his chest rose and fell in shallow movements.

He sat up, bringing me into his lap and I buried both hands in his hair, pulling and tugging while that lip ring ended up between my teeth and that tongue parted my mouth.

I can taste us both and it’s a high I never wanna come down from.

“Ride my cock…I need to see you.” His voice was raspy and spent…

perfect. Blazing. I might be second-guessing everything else, but this?

This, I’ll have. I’ll surrender to it. I’ll burn alive in it.

And I’ll do it with that ‘sick smile’ on my face, because this…

is the only time I haven’t felt invisible .

I reached down between us and lined him up, hanging off his bottom lip while I sank onto him, and matched his ragged breaths.

I feel that dick ring hitting all the right places…

that perfect limbo of pleasure and pain…

but I want more . I grabbed him by the throat and Malek gave me the most deliciously dark smile while I started to move.

“I want you to hurt me,” I whispered, leaning into his face.

“No snarky lines, no bullshit. No clever Irish retorts. No games.” The green in his eyes went as dark as death, and that is where I’m most at home.

That’s the only thing that makes the most sense to me.

To both of us. “You want the darkest parts of me, Malek? Gimme yours.”