Page 31 of Ho Ho Homicidal Mania
Nico peels my hand off my cock and replaces it with his. I might just come on the spot from that alone. Instead, my dick twitches in his grasp, spilling pre-cum over his knuckles.
“So responsive,” he purrs and kisses my neck while the hand he had at my lips now dips under my T-shirt and goes straight for my nipple.
And while I’m a bit scared, that only fuels my fire because I feel his adoration in every touch. I press against his hard dick again, and I moan when even with the fabric between us, it manages to push between my buttocks. My whole body is on fire.
“Oh my God. Oh, God,” I whimper and reach back, grabbing at his bicep as his dick hardens even more. My flesh can’t cope with the onslaught of sensation that’s so different, so much more intense, than anything I’ve ever felt. His hand feels so deliciously rough against my nipple, and each rub darts straight to my balls, making them throb.
“Nico,” I rasp when my lover, the Christmas Killer, jerks my cock faster, caressing the side of my neck with his tongue. Each stroke, each lick tugging me closer to a sense of hot perfection.
“You taste delicious,” he murmurs between one lick and another. He might not be biting, but I’m being devoured. How would I ever explain this to my brother if he found out? Self-preservation? That hemade me?
Lies. I’m moaning like a bitch in heat as he jerks me off.
“Feel my dick? So hard for your tight little hole,” Nico whispers, and that’s it. I come harder than ever, my cock twitching in his grip, and I cry out while he chuckles and licks my cheek.
“Yes, it’s so hard,” I mumble, shaking as Nico lets go of my dick. In the dark, I expect the sweet oblivion of sleep to finally take me, but he’s flipping me to my stomach, and then tugs my pants halfway down my thighs.
I have no words when he climbs on top.
Fear trickles into my muscles, but desire overpowers my will, and I keep still, spreading my thighs as wide as I can as he lowers his hips, and his cock dives between my buttocks.
Burying my face in the pillow, I bend my knees until my heels dig into the sides of Nico’s ass, and wait, in no position to protest anymore. I’m too tired, and too horny to resist a man who feels so fucking good on top. He’s so heavy, and I love every pound ofhis muscles.
There’s no barriers between us, and I tremble from the nerves of it all, but at the same time, my mind is scrambled. I barely finished coming, I can’t catch my breath, and Nico’s slick length slides over my crack again and again. I sense his cockhead stopping at my oversensitive opening, and I don’t know if I want this to happen, but if he does push in, I know I’d go with it.
“I’m too horny to stretch you tonight, sweetie,” he rasps against my nape, just rubbing himself against my crack. “But it’s gonna happen. Sooner or later, I’ll come in your tight, hot body as you moan my name. Feel how it’s throbbing for you?” He squeezes my ass cheeks on his cock and I’m about to lose my mind at how much lust floods my body. He must have used my cum to lubricate himself.
I scream into the pillow as he speeds up, trapping me under him and frantically rocking his shaft in the warm valley between my buttocks. With one hand, he squeezes my thigh, the other is buried in the hair at the back of my head, and as he pumps over me, plowing the sensitive cleft, shivers overcome my body, even though I’ve just come. It’s not another orgasm, but ecstasy still rises, setting me on fire, and unless he doesn’t stop soon, I shall burn down.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper, rocking against him as overwhelming need takes root in my skull. When he’s like this, so hot it feels he might brand himself into my skin, I don’t feel alone anymore.
It seems my words are all he needs to hear, because his grip on my hair tightens and he fucks my crack with abandon. Every time his cock slides over my hole, I wonder if he’ll decide to change his angle and push in after all. A filthy side of me wants that.
But then he stills, trembling, groaning, and he’s like a magnificent beast on top of me when he comes. I sensehis spunk splash my skin, drip down the small of my back, and he even positions his throbbing cockhead at my oversensitive anus so I feel it when another spurt of cum drips straight on it.
I’m shocked, aroused, and brainless.
For once, I get tofeelthings instead of overthinking, and I’m a sweaty but happy mess with my pants pulled down and a man on top of me.
I don’t care what anyone thinks about me, because that was the single greatest experience of my under-sexed life.
I whimper when he drags two fingers between my ass cheeks, spreading his cum as if to mark me.
Under the cover of darkness, it’s somehow easier to ignore the nagging bite of shame.
“You’ve got pretty little dimples,” Nico murmurs and it takes my overheated brain a moment to realize he’s not talking about my face.
I shiver and roll against him, savoring the sticky sensation between my buttocks. I know the police, or someone sent by my brother, might arrive at any moment, but right now I’m only a guy who’s just had his first sexual experience, and I want to abandon myself to my lover’s arms, forgetting that he’s a serial killer and that I’ve sold him out.
Knowing my luck, he’ll turn on mebeforehe finds out.
“Thank you,” I tell him awkwardly, because years of watching romance in movies and reading about it in books did not prepare me forthiskind of compliment.
Nico chuckles and kisses the back of my head as we lay there in a sweaty mess. “I wasn’t expecting to be on top of you so soon,” he says, still lazily stroking my ass.
I created a monster. I got too horny, I let him touch me, and now here we are. No matter how hard I try, Ican’t hate the tender way he pets me. As though I’m worth all this attention, as if he doesn’t see my neediness as a turnoff.
But what now? I shouldn’t have let this happen. I should have told him off for touching me, and I sure as hell should not have started jerking off with him next to me. What the hell is wrong with me?
