Page 11 of Ho Ho Homicidal Mania
Chapter 6
Blake
I’m terrified and aboutfifty percent sure this whole thing will end with my death, but when Nico opens the seam of my mouth with his tongue, my knees go so soft I grab him to steady myself. I’m giving my first-ever kiss to a homicidal maniac, and it should not feel this good.
Warm, thick arms wrap around me as I utter a brief yet embarrassing noise, and then he’s pushing me at the wall, and I’m sandwiched between his chest and the hard, cold tiles. I exaggerated my problem with the thin green top to appear even more defenseless than I am, but now something about it turns me on too, and I get to my toes as he rips the fabric off.
My heart is pounding like mad. I’m playing with fire, but I’ll only get to make my move if he doesn’t see me as a threat. Too bad it’s hard to focus on attacking him when his tongue teases my palate. I’ve not beenhuggedin years, let alone touched this way by anyone. And he isn’t just a random guy at the nightclub either. Nico’s painfully handsome, I have to give him that. When his large hands slide up and down my sides, I don’t have to fake a reaction. I shiver.
I’ve fantasized countless times about what it would be like to be stroked and petted by another man, but this is so much more than I could have imagined. He’s confident, he smells so good I want to press my face against him, and even the touch of his shirt is pleasant against my skin. If only he wasanyoneelse. Or at least not the literal serial killer I’ve been following for years. That’s not really so much to ask for, is it?
I’ve been psyching myself up to seduce him all day. I came up with lines I could say and whole scenarios I was ready to follow in order to get his guard down, but none of that could have prepared me for the sensation of being cradled, for his insistent yet gentle lips, and the way my body would fill with heat in his presence.
How ironic that in the process of distracting him, I have done it to myself.
“I… I mean…”
Nico steps back, and I hate myself a little for already missing his touch. I thought I was smarter than that, but my body didn’t get the memo from my brain, and it’s horny.
When he looks at me with piercing blue eyes and licks his lips like he’s about to eat me, my dick twitches in excitement. I should be worried whether he’s a cannibal, not getting turned on.
“Sorry, I might have gotten ahead of myself.” His voice is like a purr, all softness and promise. How fucked up is it thatthisis my first experience? What if it imprints on me, and I’ll only get hard in high-adrenaline situations?
That’s what therapy’s for, I suppose. All I care about is getting out of here, because even if he doesn’t plan to murder me like that other guy, what if I end up being his prisoner for years, locked up in this terrible basement of always-Christmas, away from the sunshine, my wings clipped on the cusp of leaving the family nest?
With new determination, I grab the front of his shirt and pull him right back to me. While having his weight press me to the wall again is sending electricity to my balls, this time I’m ready for it.
This is a distraction. This is a distraction, Blake. For survival, I tell myself as my entire body shivers with delight when he cups my ass.
“I guess we can have dinner later,” Nico whispers in my ear, thenlicksit. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve been dreaming about this ass all day.” He squeezes my butt, making me get to my tiptoes so Nico can grab more of me.
I’m a mess with a rattling heart, because what if I miscalculated? What if I’m unable to escape yet put too many promises in his head? I can’t become some psycho’s basement fuck toy. That can’t be my life.
I shouldn’t want his touch as much as I do.
When his fingers tease my crack through fabric as he lazily kisses my ear, then my neck, I get lost in my own game. How can something so wrong feel this good? And while we’re at it, how can someone so violent be this hot? It’s not fair.
Excitement rushes along my limbs, and I cup his face as we kiss. I knew I was drawn to muscular, dominant guys, but as he kneads my buttocks and cages me against the wall, it’s all but confirmed, because my pleasure centers are on fire.
“Yes. Later,” I agree, but there’s enough brains left in my overcooking skull to stay alert. I open one eye and, onceNico’s lips descend my throat, I look around for potential weapons.
But as I consider if the ceramic cup on the sink will be hard enough, he slides one hand between our bodies and pets my dick through fabric. I mewl and arch into him instinctively as if he’s pressed a sex button in my brain.
I’m realizing I might have shot myself in the foot with this whole seduction idea. If he was an ogre with warts on his face, I’d have no trouble separating myself from what we’re doing. But he’s not. He’s young, handsome, smells so fresh, and after what I’ve been through, his warm body is soothing rather than repulsive. I want the hug. Ineedthe comfort of his arms.
I, Blake, wouldn’t have given in to his deluded idea of romance in his basement, but because it was ‘just acting’, I let myself touch him. Lethimtouch me. And now I’m in over my head.
Nico murmurs against my neck and gives my cock a squeeze. “I can’t wait to see it.”
In a moment of absolute abandon, I pull on his shoulders, signaling for him to kneel, and while I’m mortified as soon as that happens, he offers me a wide grin and… scoots down.
I’m embarrassed when it occurs to me that I haven’t yet showered, but then my gaze returns to the ceramic cup, and I’m reminded of my real goal. Nico isn’t yet fully down when I grab the mug and slam it down on his head as hard as I can.
It feels like trying to hammer a thick nail into a stone wall.
The handle stays in my hand while the rest of the mug falls off and collapses alongside Nico, who rolls to the floor at my feet, clutching at his head. A part of me is already regretful and wants to help, but that would besuicide, so I leap over him as if I were training for the Olympic long jump.
His groans resonate in my ears as I flee the bathroom and dart for the narrow stairs.
