Page 41 of Ho Ho Homicidal Mania
“You smell so good,” Blake whispers as I maneuver around the kitchenette, only to stumble against the wall behind the side of the counter.
“So you still want me?” I utter, needy for reassurance after the spat we had after our first time together. I’m selfishenough to slide my hands to his ass, and it awakens so much lust in me, I’m already getting hard.
Blake whimpers, getting to his toes as I squeeze him, and there’s no faking the bliss flooding his features. He wants my touch too, and I roll us against the wall, so I have him sandwiched between me and the wooden logs. He trembles and all but submits by showing me his pale throat.
“Yes…”
I kiss his neck, then bite and suck, set on leaving my mark. We’ll stay here a while. No one but me will see. “I’d do this even knowing it’s another trick,” I mumble between one nibble and another, sliding my hands to his front just so I can get the damn coat off him.
“No trick. Just me,” Blake says, letting his hands descend my sides. The light is faint, but I still see that his cheeks grow redder by the second as he captures my gaze. “I want to—” He stalls, as if he lost his voice, but moments later, as I’m buried in his sweet neck, I feel him cup my bulge.
I groan like a bear awoken from winter sleep. “All yours. Bed?” My breath is getting raspy and I finally slide my hands under his coat. There are more layers. A hoodie, a T-shirt under it, but I’m that one step closer to his beautiful body.
He meets my gaze, but then he’s lowering himself, and I can barely breathe, because in my dreams I’ve had him kneel for me so many times already, and I can’t fathom that it’s happening in real life.
“This is how I imagined it,” he drawls as his breath tickles me through clothes.
I pull off his hat to slide my fingers into the dark curls on the top of his head. “Oh, youimaginedit, have you? You could have seen it sooner if you just said the word,sweetie.” I unbuckle my belt with one hand, unwilling to let him go. If he wants to see it, I’m happy to give him a front row seat. And oh,howhe wants to see it.
His eyes widen. He dampens his lips, ready to taste me. And by the time the sharp growl of my zipper cuts through the silence, he’s rocking his hips in excitement. “I want it now,” he utters, out of breath as if he’s sprinted here from the nearest town, just to warm my cock with his mouth.
Heat floods my whole body as if the fire is right next to me. I waste no time as I push my jeans down along with underwear, revealing his prize. I never expected for things to get so frantic within seconds, but I don’t want to wait either. We’ll have time for more later, but now, my mind is clouded by the sight of my hard cock slapping his pretty face as it bobs out of my clothes.
He whimpers, staring at it like a cat greedy for cream.
“You like what you see?” I ask.
He nods, wide-eyed and full of excitement so pure he almost looks innocent with the hard shaft in front of him. I worried before that he might have given into sex earlier just to appease me, but I’m now confident of his desire being true.
“It’s… it’s so close,” he mumbles, resting his hands on my hips, not yet daring to touch my dick with his hands.
I smirk and stroke my cock in front of him. I need to only lean a single inch forward for my cockhead to brush his lips. My balls tighten at the touch. I want to be inside him so badly, and if he’s still too skittish to give me his ass, I’m more than happy with his mouth.
“Show me your tongue,” I say, excited beyond reason. This will hardly be the first blowjob I’ve ever had, but it might as well be because my focus is on Blake only. On his fluttering eyelashes, his beauty spots, his flushed face,and the way his pupils follow my every move. And maybe it’s wrong, but yeah, I’m turned on to be the first guy to put that mouth to use.
He obeys me without question and reveals the soft, pink bed I want to rest my dick on. He’s trembling, but not in fear. Helovesthis.
His palms are warm on the sides of my hips, then my thighs as he strokes me in rough, circular movements, never looking away. He never closes his lips either, as if he’s daring me to act, to take his virgin mouth and teach him how to pleasure me.
“You have no idea how much power over me your mouth has,” I whisper, sliding my cockhead over his tongue. The bliss flooding my body manifests in the pre-cum drizzling from my dick. I love how eager he was to do as told. He’s so fucking perfect for me. I stroke his hair in appreciation, and he leans into my touch, eager for praise.
I shut my eyes when his soft lips slide over my cockhead, closing just behind it as his agile tongue paints circles on my tender flesh. He squeezes the backs of my thighs, as if he were worried I might try to push him away as he’s getting his first taste of cock. I smile, amused by his desperation.
Unprompted, he hollows his cheeks and sucks on my cock as if it were a piece of candy.
I groan in pleasure, meeting his gaze. I want him to see desire painted all over my face. “That’s it. So good…” I slowly push farther into his hot, wet mouth, and feel it pull me in. He’s ecstatic to be on his knees for me. “Feel every vein with your tongue.”
I have to open my jacket, because I’m getting too heated, but his eyes flutter shut as he takes a bit more in, exploring his prize. He’s hot and smooth as stones restedin the summer sun. As I’m drawn deeper into his welcoming heat, reality falls apart around us, transforming the dreary cabin into a den of pleasure. I’ve never brought a lover here before, but now I want to transform this place into our nest, where we can make as much noise as we want without alerting the neighbors.
“Closer,” I demand, gently pulling on his head so he can back out if it’s too much for him. I wish I could fuck his mouth until he can’t breathe, but I don’t want to scare him off. I’ll ease Blake in so he gets to know my cock first. “Feel it pulsing so hard? I can’t wait to flood your pretty mouth with my cum. I wanna see it drizzle down your chin.”
I’m so horny I can’t help but rock my hips, heat boiling my head, and he answers, opening wider as he leans in. Oh, he’s so ready. I bet he wouldn’t protest if I decided to switch things up and tried to take him from behind. I still remember how he rocked againstmy dick in bed, his hole begging to be filled. But I don’t have the patience for that when his tongue is a red carpet for my cock, so I roll my hips forward, hitting the back of his throat.
Blake chokes, withdrawing, but when I tighten my grip on his hair, he doesn’t fight me and catches his breath while holding my dick on that velvety tongue. For a moment, I worry I’ve scared him, but when his eyes meet mine again, damp and full of emotion, I know he’s still on board, still wants me.
With determination flashing in his gaze, he relaxes his shoulders and moves forward, inviting me deeper into his hot channel.
I plunge in with a short, controlled jab. I want him to feel what he’s up against. I’m of substantial size, and I love to see his lips stretch to accommodate my girth.
