Page 30 of Ho Ho Homicidal Mania
I’m sweating.
I can’t think.
But tonight, he didn’t even cuff me. I could…
My balls throb when he moves again and I remember him teasing me about his fantasy of accosting me in my studio. Would he wear the balaclava? Would every single one of my live viewers hear us having sex? Would they comment in the chat?
I bite my lip to hold in a moan, and I’m not even touching myself. Yet. I press my ass against the cock straining in his pants. With my luck, the cops will burst in here when Nico’s balls-deep inside me.
I have to take a deep breath, but I wiggle against his cock nevertheless, just… feeling it.
He’s asleep and likely having erotic dreams, but I imagine him to be awake and testing me, waiting for me to give him the green light. For me to tell him I can’t wait any longer, or just slide my hand into his pajama pants.
I place my warm palm on my throat, and then slide it down my chest, reimagining it as Nico’s as I squeeze my pec and open my thighs enough to relieve the pressure of fabric on my growing cock.
His arm embraces my waist, and I ever-so-gently run my fingers over it. He’s like steel, and I love that he’s a bit older, more experienced, and confident. A dampness on my thigh tells me I’m leaking pre-cum already. What would it feel like to have his strong big hand on my dick?
My pulse speeds up when his breath tickles me again. I’m in bed with a man. Tightly hugged. I’m both at peace and erratic from a mix of fear and arousal. He’s so handsome I’m sure he’ll get serial killer groupies offering him marriage on day one of his trial.
But for now, he’s withme, and I’m the only one who knows the truth about him.
Nico lets out a little groan, and when he shifts, I have to bite my lip, because the jab he makes with his hips sends me up the wall with lust. His dick is only two layers of fabric away from being buried in me.
Reckless fantasies take hold, showing me his cock plowing my hole on the floor of my bedroom. He’s still wearing that balaclava, his bare chest and arms are sprayed red, and the metallic aroma of blood emphasizes the earthiness of his arousal.
In my imagination, he makes me feel whole each time he plunges in, and I find myself grabbing my cock as he rubs against me in his sleep. I instinctively clench my ass when I feel that thick length against it.
‘I want to kiss you and fuck you.’ I remember his stern voice, and as it echoes in my mind, the heat inside me becomes more and more difficult to bear.
I’ve never been the object of anyone’s desire, but I indulge in it now, under the soft light of the moon andstars. His arm is solid, and I have to brush over it to reach my dick, which makes this all the more illicit. He could wake up at any moment and catch me in the act.
And yep, I’ve leaked pre-cum in my pants just thinking about him. I don’t even care if I’ll be sticky, because this could be my last chance for such closeness with him. Or… is this wrong of me to do this when he’s sleeping? His dick didn’t ask formyconsent when it got rock hard and pressed to my crack like it’s his God-given right.
And why do I even care for the consent of a serial killer whoabductedme?
My nipple gets hard when he brushes his arm against it, and I squeeze my aching cock, imagining all the filthy things he’d do to me given half the chance.
And I’d let him. Not just because he’s attractive or a good listener, but also because he’s a maniac. And he wants me so, so much.
I bite back a moan and rub the head of my cock with my thumb before sliding my hand up and down the shaft, sinking ever deeper into a realm of fantasy where he’s awake and touching me.
Nico’s arm shifts, his hand going up, and I wonder what he’s dreaming about when his fingers reach my lips. Fuck it. I taste them. Just a little lick of his salty skin because I’m messed up. Though I’m not making Christmas trinkets out of people’s teeth, so maybe I’m notthatbad.
I sigh when his other hand snakes under my waist, but then it’s on my dick, and it’s too late to deny what I’m doing.
Nico presses his flattened tongue to my nape, then licks all the way up to my hair. The touch is hot, wet, and makes me shiver.
“Naughty,” he whispers, brushing his teeth over my skin as if to warn me he could bite.
I freeze, my hand tight around my cock, and I don’t dare move it away even when he cups my balls, prompting me to tremble.
“No, I—” I still when he rolls his hips, rubbing his shaft against my ass.
“Hm? You what? I can feel you clenching that ass. You want to be filled, don’t you?” Nico murmurs, then bites my nape without much force. His fingers are still at my mouth, while his other hand sneaks into my pajama pants and covers mine. It’s so fucking big, and as he brushes his thumb over my cockhead, my back arches, and I lean into him, presenting my neck without thinking. When he bites in, I can’t stop myself from moaning, my cock straining against his palm, my hips working back and forth, seeking touch while I imagine how he would feel inside me.
“I—I’ve never done this,” I mumble, because I don’t think I’m ready to befilled, no matter how often penetration features in my secret fantasies.
“Nothing to be scared of. Just let me enjoy you a little first,” he says and even his voice, so low and raspy, is making me horny.
