The Lies we Steal (The Hollow Boys Book 1)

Alistair

I’d never brought anyone to this house before, besides the guys and even then they didn’t stay for long. I wasn’t sure why I’d brought her here in the first place, there was no reason to come here. No reason to show her the house because it’s not like it was home in the first place. 

Maybe some part of me wanted to show her what all the wealth had bought me. 

A gigantic house with no one inside. With no love and no warmth in sight. 

It was just expensive furniture and overprized light fixtures. 

“This could house the entire town I grew up in.” She says looking into the kitchen while I run warm water over my bloody knuckles. 

Her eyes fan across it, walking around, running her fingers across the everything on the counter while I lean against the frame wondering what she’s thinking. 

“It’s nice, but…” 

“Not what you expected?” 

She nods, “Your home is supposed to be where you can be self-expressive. No photos of your family, nothing comforting, this,” Spinning, her arms extended, “looks like a house for showings. It doesn’t feel like anyone lives inside here.” 

I could laugh at how ironic that is. 

“It’s a house. Not a home.” I say honestly. 

“Is that why you hate them? That’s why you hate your family?” She doesn’t look at me when she asks, probably shocking herself with the boldness to ask me a question like that. 

“I don’t hate them for treating me like an outsider. I loathe them for having me to begin with, for having a son they knew they would detest the rest of his life.” I could feel her, slowly trying to unwind the snakes that coiled around my body. Timidly trying to figure out ways to get inside of my head, beneath my skin even more than she already had. 

“You can’t say that. There had to be something good before, parents don’t just despise their children from birth, Alistair. There has to be a reason.” 

My fists begin to ache for violence. I look down at the dried blood, running down the drain into the sink. 

Naive. 

That’s what she is. 

Even her, a girl who grew up with nothing thinking she’d possibly seen every bad thing the world could offer, was still naive to the cruelty of human beings. 

That’s what I want to tell her. Not everyone has a reason for doing shitty things. They are just fucked up people in the world because they can be. 

“We aren’t talking about this.” I end the conversation. Not needing her to poke around anymore than she already has. 

“Alright then,” She mutters quietly, “Where’s the bathroom?” 

After pointing her in the correct direction, I picked up my phone to check the messages from the guys. 

Silas had sent a photo of us when we were kids, maybe eight or nine years old, that his dad had taken after we’d spent the day shooting each other with nerf guns. Rook’s hair is still long, our faces have aged but it’s still us. There wasn’t a happy memory in my brain that they weren’t a part of. There was no good without them, even through all the bad. 

He’d added a quick, “HB.”

Thatcher made a comment about how I still dress like an eight-year-old, to that I replied with a middle finger emoji. 

The sound of the shower running, before a loud crash echoes down the hall and immediately I’m on high alert. Dorian and my parents were in Seattle for the weekend for some conference, had they not been, Briar wouldn’t have stepped foot on the property, even if I wanted to show her the reality of growing up here. 

So my question was what the hell was she doing?

I walk towards the bathroom, the door is cracked slightly, just enough to let the light escape. 

“It’s not polite to take showers at people’s homes without inviting them first.” I say loudly. 

When I don’t hear a reply I move a little faster, pressing the door completely open and finding it empty, even the glass shower is void of the person who had been here just moments ago. 

What the fuck? 

Only when I see the mirror above the sink am I rewarded with the location of my missing house guest. 

Come Find Me. 

It reads in the fog of the glass, soft, delicate handwriting that makes excitement flush my system. 

This is the game she wanted to play? In my territory? 

What a stupid move for a smart girl. 

I turn the shower off, walking back to the kitchen to toss my jacket onto the kitchen island with my phone and begin my search. I know she didn’t go up the stairs because she would’ve had to walk past me to make it into the foyer. Which leaves the back portion of the house fair play. 

A low whistle finds itself falling from my lips as I take my time. I’m in no rush to find my little thief. I search each room checking behind doors, beneath beds in the spare rooms. 

There is no spot left unturned when I leave it. 

When I find her I want her breath to be held, hands over her mouth as she attempts to stop even the slightest of sounds from falling past her lips. I want her heart to be racing with adrenaline and her skin to be flushed from the mixture of fear and excitement. 

The sound of my boots echo off the walls as I work my way towards what used to be my favorite place in the home. 

I push the door open with my fingertips, the untouched office instead consisting of a desk, some thrown around books and older than dirt coffee table. The glass dome covering this portion of the house allowed the stars and moon to shine in the room. 

I looked out at the forest around my house, so dark that it would be impossible to see what was creeping behind the trees. Anything could see us inside of here. 

Even in the scarce lighting I spot what looks like a shoelace peeking out from underneath the side of the desk, like someone is kneeling beneath it, trying to hide from all the monsters outside. 

As quietly as I can, I creep up to the side of the desk, stopping my whistle, right before I slam my palm on the top of it, dipping down to look beneath a smirk on my lips until I see there is nothing there. 

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused for a second. Her Converse sat face down on the edge of the desk, a trick I should have thought of. I just don’t put two and two together well, I do when I feel hands squeeze my sides, 

“Boo.” She whispers quietly, “How do you like being scared, Alistair?” 

Turning in her hands, looking down at the grin on her face, my eyebrow lifts slightly, 

“That was you trying to scare me?” My fingers rest beneath her chin, tilting her head up towards me as I lean down, “You’re gonna have to do better than that, Little Thief.” 

And I do the one thing I’d been dying to do since I saw her in the stands at The Graveyard. The only thing I wanted for my birthday. 

I press my mouth to hers, molding us together and tasting her on my tongue immediately. 

I take her head between my hands, pulling her into me more so I can taste her deeper. My tongue moving inside of her mouth, I planned on pushing her onto the desk, spreading her legs and tasting her second set of lips, but she had other plans apparently. 

With much more force than I anticipated, she presses her hands into my chest, pushing me backwards. Instinctively, I reach behind me, feeling for something solid to fall onto and finding the armrest of the swivel chair.

I’m seated looking up at her, as she stands between my legs looking a lot like the kind of trouble I want to get lost in. The moon highlights the right side of her body, showing me all the parts of her I want to touch. 

The way her low-rise jeans sit below her hip bones, her tight shirt wrapped around her breast in a way that made them look heavy and supple, I notice her nipples are hard, noticeable through the material of her shirt. 

My jaw and cock strained at the same time. Thinking about all the other men that might have seen her like that. Nipples erect from the cold, flushed from the air. I wanted to rip out the eyes of men I didn’t even know, just for glancing at her like this. 

She is the female form perfected. There is nothing more erotic. Nothing more beautiful. 

With deliberate movements she flips her hair to the side, hands moving down on my chest, nails scratching the surface of my skin with the force. Confidence pours from her as she sways her hips to the sound of silence, falling until she’s resting on her knees in front of me. 

She looks like a ticket straight to heaven and I would have walked through hellfire to get it. 

I feel her fingers rake up and down my jean clad thighs, peering up at me with those kaleidoscope eyes. The moon shows me every filthy, dirty thought she’s having inside them. 

“You plan to do something while you’re down there?” I ask, arching an eyebrow and looking at her like she needs to do something. Like she needs to impress me. Looking at her like she won’t be able to handle pleasuring me, even though I know she’s capable. 

But my little thief enjoys a challenge. 

“No one ever taught you how to be patient did they Alistair?” 

She leans her body forward, dipping her head towards the thick outline in my jeans. I can feel her hot breath through the material, making me twitch with anticipation. I lick my bottom lip, catching it with my teeth. 

“Careful. I’ll only let you tease me for so long before I take what I want.” 

Just as I say that, her tongue flicks from her pink mouth, grazing over my length. I dig my fingers into the armrest to prevent me from grabbing the back of her hair and sliding myself all the way down her throat. 

I wanted inside of her. Any hole. All of them. 

Dropping my head to my chest, watching as she plays with the button of my jeans, all the while her mouth is toying with my wallet chain. Steadily she rolls she tongue up and down the cold metal, lacing it through the links of the chain. 

Fuck, that’s hot. I think to myself, not wanting to give my pleasure away before she’s even really touched me. 

“This how you steal men’s wallets?” My tongue rests against my upper lip hiding a smile. “Good technique.” I add. 

I can see her smile from this angle, only some of it, mostly her blonde hair flowing over my lap, the tip of her nose and her tongue when it extends out of her warm mouth. But even still, I can still spot her smile. 

“Very funny,” She laughs, the vibration between my legs makes my hips jerk just a bit. 

Her mouth doesn’t make any more coherent words, because after unbuttoning my jeans she has me help jerk my jeans down just enough to pull my cock out. My throbbing length stands straight up, the tip angry and swollen with anticipation. 

Briar’s eyes widen a bit, before she fixes her gaze on my dick. I smirk thinking about how she’d already had it inside of her, reaching the deepest parts of her. I’m continually impressed by her eagerness. 

The way she wraps her hand around my base, a shock racing straight to my balls. I fight to sit still when she takes her time to lick the little white bead of come off the tip before wrapping her lips fully around me. 

I groan through gritted teeth, my jaw clenching as she accommodates my size perfectly. I can feel her mouth stretching around me as she sinks lower and lower onto my shaft. My hand reacts on its own accord, grabbing her hair and twisting it back around my fist. 

Her tongue quickly lathering my shaft in her slick saliva, I can feel her hand pumping my base in time with the entry and exit of my cock between her hot, pink lips. 

I let my head fall back as she continues to work between my legs. 

Letting her control the pace for a bit, allowing her to play as she runs her wet tongue along the underside, her mouth tight and warm around me. When she falls all the way down, my cock hitting the back of her throat I can’t help but hold her there for a second longer. 

When she doesn’t fight to come back up, allowing me to stay rooted in her throat, I take it a bit farther. My hand controls the movement of her mouth on my length, working her lips up and down me. 

“Fuck.” I groan, her slick mouth taking me so well. My grip tightens, my speed increasing a bit before my cock can’t take the teasing anymore. 

I stand up, placing both of my hands at the back of her head, her bright eyes looking up at me with need as she moans while I slide farther down her throat. I feel her nails dig into my thighs as she helps tugs me closer to her. 

“You helping me fuck your tight, little mouth, Briar? Is that what you want, doll? You want it rough?” I ask, holding her at the root of my shaft, waiting for her answer before I release her for a breath. 

I want to come just looking at her eyes watering, how needy she is down on the ground for me. Eagerly she nods, giving me the permission I need. 

My hips rock forward sending my entire length down her throat feeling it constrict around me. I keep myself buried inside of her, jerking my hips with short thrusts, using my hands to hold her face in one spot. 

Allowing my gaze to wander down to where she is working diligently between my legs, my soaked cock slipping in and out quickly between her pushed lips, her cheeks hollow with suction. 

Continuing to use her mouth however I can, shoving myself into the back of her throat so I hear that satisfying soft gag from her. Every thrust she keeps her lips sealed around my cock, flicking her tongue when she can. 

Everything I was giving she took. She ate it up willingly, giving it just as good as she was getting it. There was nothing hotter than seeing her on her knees for me.

Almost as if she knew I was watching, her eyes open, green orbs finding my gaze and holding it. Throughout it all she doesn’t stop sucking, she stays there just for me. Head bobbing up and down, never missing the rhythm of my hips. 

I’d never felt so exhilarated. Sex never felt like this. Nothing had ever felt like this. 

The sloppy sounds echo in the air, making my hands curl into her hair, wanting more of her every second she’s down there. I’m too big for her to breathe through her nose forever, so I pull back, letting her gasp for air once I’m out of her mouth. 

“Holy shit,” She chokes, voice croaky, coughing a bit as she wipes her chin, looking up at me with tears streaming down her face from the aggressive nature. If I had my phone I would’ve taken a picture so I could jerk off to it every day for the rest of my life. 

Her red rimmed eyes, crimson cheeks, swollen lips and saliva dripping from the corners of mouth. She was ruined, gasping for air beneath me and all I wanted was more. 

I wanted her shattered, to collect her tears in a jar and use them as lube to jerk my cock later. Everything she was, I wanted to inhale, break, use up until I was finished. 

I bend down, pressing my fingers into her cheeks guiding her up from her knees and towards my lips. My kiss is painful, punishing her mouth with my own as our tongues wind around each other like snakes. 

Sitting myself back into the chair, pulling her back between my thighs so that I can undo the button of her jeans. My fingers hooking the loops and tugging them down her slender legs. 

Stepping out of them gracefully, holding my shoulders for guidance as she removes her panties, taking control once again and crawling into my lap. I feel the heat from her cunt pulsating against my stiff rod. 

I reach my hand up wrapping it around her throat, pulling her towards my mouth once again, “You’re gonna take my cock aren’t you, Briar? Let me fuck you until I come?” 

Reaching into my back pocket finding the condom I slipped inside there, I raise the package up between my lips, tearing it open with my teeth and sliding it down my shaft. Never once taking my eyes off her. 

She nods softly, reaching between us to grasp my cock in her right hand, dragging the head of my dick from the top of her slit all the way down the bottom, coating me in her juices. 

My tip pushes between her lips, a single moment of just that inside of her, before I press my hands into the side of her narrow hips, slamming her down the entire length of my shaft. 

I drop my head to her shoulder, groaning in pleasure as she gasps in surprise in both pleasure and slight discomfort as she adjusts to my size. I can hear her breathing heavily into my ear, gentle moans flooding my senses as she begins to rock her hips above me. 

I can feel her nipples poking through her shirt into my body, her warm torso and those full, round thighs pressed into my own. A wordless moan escapes her mouth with every dip of her hips that sends my cock thrusting into her once more filling her tight walls. 

Fingernails dig into my shoulder blades her momentum picking up, leaning forward as she concentrates every muscle in her body into fucking herself on my shaft. I run my tongue along the column of her throat gathering the drops of sweat, relishing in the salty sweet taste of her on my tongue. 

“Alistair, I—” She whimpers, losing her rhythm and I know it’s because she is craving more. She needs more. 

“What baby? Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.” I coo into her ear, a smirk adorning my lips. I just want to hear her say it. I want to hear her break down and ask me. 

“I…I, fuck this feels so good. How does this feel so good?” She cries, moving in a figure eight position trying to find that perfect spot for my cock to hit. 

I curl my left arm around her waist, pushing her down on my dick, forcing her to take every single inch, stretching her little pussy around my length. 

“Tell me what you want, Briar.” I demand. 

“Fuck me, please? I want you to fuck me.” She says all needy and soft. 

It’s the only thing I need to piston my hips up to meet hers. Keeping her held down, so my cock is the only thing moving in and out of her slick tunnel. Gliding through her pussy like it was fucking made for me. 

My thighs slap against her ass echoing around the conservatory, my orgasm building with speed. I just need her to come first, I need to feel her clenched all around me screaming my name before I busted. 

I use my free hand to wind around her throat, squeezing the sides of her neck near the base putting pressure on her ability to breath. I increase the pressure, holding tightly watching her eyes roll into the back of her head as she tries to fight the urge to need oxygen. 

I’m triggering that fight or flight instinct in her brain. Giving her that safe kind of high she can overdose on. The kind that makes her toes curl and her blood feel like it’s on fire. 

She looked like a fucking goddess. 

Taking my cock like such a good girl, body arched towards me, head tilted back, mouth gaped open and her eyes shut tightly as stars flashed behind her eyelids. 

The way her hourglass figure sits on my lap, my dick disappearing inside of her over and over again. It was going to die if I didn’t come. 

“Oh my God…” Her voice is strangled and quiet as she goes almost completely limp in my arms, coming all over my dick, soaking my lap with her orgasmic liquid. Her walls clamp around me, making it nearly impossible to even thrust back into her. 

I release her throat, hearing her struggle to moan and choke for air. 

My climax takes me, overwhelming my senses as I bury myself as deeply as I can inside of her body. My cock spasms and pulsates, my abs lock down as pleasure drowns out everything else in the world for a few solid moments.

Her hands ease up on my body, her body sagging down onto mine as she drops her head onto my shoulder catching her breath. 

It’s quiet as we gather ourselves, neither of us moving. I don’t even think I blinked, too afraid this moment would be over if I did. 

There was wave of emotion that overcame me, different than post orgasm high. It felt like my mind had ceased war with itself for the time being. Nothing felt heavy and everything just…was. 

I felt her head move, turning towards my ear, 

“Happy birthday, Alistair.” She whispered, a huff of a laugh trickling into the air. 

For the first time. 

It actually was.