Page 29 of Ho Ho Homicidal Mania
“I’m… sleepy,” he utters.
I place my hand on the table by his thighs and take a deep breath against his cheek. Maybe it’s this space. While he might appreciate my art, it’s possible he doesn’t want to fuck here. Fair.
“What are you doing to me, Blake?” I mutter and shamelessly press my erection between his legs, just so he knows.
A shivery breath escapes his lips, but he’s already closing his legs, not wanting to let this go any further. “The same thing I’ve been doing every time you listened to my podcast and enjoyed the sound of my voice,” he says with a small smile before sliding off the table.
It turns me on so much that he knows what to say yet keeps me at arm’s length. He might be a virgin, but he’s no innocent. I can’t wait to make his composure fall apart.
“I jerked off to it once,” I offer to tease him. “Still wearing my balaclava, I imagined surprising you while you record an episode.”
The shiver going through his body is so obvious I notice it without touching him. His eyes glaze over. His lips part, as if he wants to taste my cock, and he squeezes his pec as he stares at me, visibly aroused by what I’ve just told him. Oh, does he like the idea of me jerking off to his voice? Me in a balaclava? Both? I so wish to find out.
We stew in tense silence, but eventually he snaps out of it and clears his throat.
“Sleep,” he tells me with a tense smile.
I smirk and make a gentlemanly gesture toward the door.
Chapter 13
Blake
I avoided staying inthe cellar, because the cops could have arrived at any moment, but as Nico and I prepared for bed in complete peace, anticipation turned into worry. When I reached Carl, he was surprised to hear from me, but when I told him that I was being kept against my will, he wrote down the name of the town, and Nico’s shop, and told me help was on the way.
I assumed he’d alert the sheriff’s department, but if he worries about causing some scandal that might affect both our futures, maybe he called a private investigator, or something of that nature, to deal with Nico instead?
I assumed he’d be arrested and put on trial, but what if whoever Carl hired ended up hurting Nico? I never wantedthat, but it’s not like it’s in my power to call off the hounds.
Why am I regretful at all when he is a murder. A kidnapper. A damn serial killer who makes snow globes with people’s teeth.
Though I have to admit those are pretty impressive.
My heart clenches when I think of him describing himself as a black hole. I sense the depth of loneliness in that, and I empathize more than I’d like to admit. Nico will surely feel betrayed once he finds out I’ve reported him. I can hardly bear it, and it hasn’t even happened yet!
I’m in knots over asking to be rescued only to then go downstairs to admire his art and suck his face. Fuck. He’s so unbearably attractive I’m losing my mind. Or was it the all-day date that’s short-circuited my common sense?
I can’t be falling for him, can I?Thatwould be insane.
I had so much fun earlier. He was interesting but also listened to me as if he really cared about what I had to say.
Am I so unused to people having conversations with me I find that impressive? Or is it the way he’s set on me that turns me into goo? There is no wishy-washy I-maybe-like-you-a-bit. He’s made it clear what he wants. And it’sme.
In the dark, the stars I see through the window on the sloped ceiling seem almost as bright as the electronic clock showing that it’s almost three at night. And still, nobody has called or knocked on the door.
This can’t be right. What is Carl waiting for? I can’t keep being torn like this.
Especially not with Nico hugging me from behind as if I’m his personal body pillow. He only has a pair of pajama pants on, and it’s melting my brain how hot he is. Not just because he’s tall, muscular and ripped. He’s literally overheating me. Or am I so excited by his presence and touch that I’m turninginto a human radiator?
Whenever his dick presses to my ass, I remember our little make out session in his murder memorabilia room and how hard he got back then.
I’m impressed by my own self-control, because I was on the verge of giving in, but still remembered I couldn’t stay down in Nico’s hidden lair too long.
But I wanted to.
I want to kiss him more and have him touch me before he’s taken. I want to feel him on top of me and smell his arousal. How come I’m such a messed-up pervert at only eighteen? Will I be the kind of creep who ends up writing filthy letters to him when he’s in prison?
I barely keep in a whine when his nose rubs my nape before releasing hot air that has my toes curling. He’s holding me firmly, as if he were ready to part my buttocks with his cock. Which is hard and poking at me.
