Page 43 of Ho Ho Homicidal Mania
“I do, yes. Please,” I beg and shove his pants lower, all the way to the floor. I follow them and, back on my knees, I press my face to Nico’s groin as I clumsily help him out of his clothes and boots. Lust muddles my mind until I can’t establish what steps are still separating me from permission to come, so I lick the softening shaft and squeeze my thighs, trapping my own cock between them.
I imagined him naked too many times to count, but in the warm light, he’s even more magnificent than in my fantasies. There’s something primal in this space. The wood, the fire, his body smelling of lust. His blond hair is in disarray after it’s been under a hat, strands of it out ofplace, but it only makes him seem more deranged, and I fucking love it. I even love his stupid feet, so big and bare against the floor.
Just as I think about also wanting to be naked, Nico pulls me up. At the same time that he unzips my pants, he dives in for a deep kiss that makes my toes curl.
Needing him close, I twist one of my legs around his and rock my hips, desperate for more touch. I’m already in pieces, and by the time I come, my brain will be in shreds, but I want it to happen. I want to let go and be a useless mess who can barely walk on his own.
“Touch me.”
Nico grins, and I moan when he licks along my top lip, then under it, over my teeth and gums. My stomach clenches with fear when I have an intrusive thought about him wanting to take my teeth, but my idiot dick only throbs harder. As if the idea of him wanting to use parts of me in his crafting was a reason for arousal. Maybe it’s exciting that he’d want tokeepme.
But I don’t get to overthink when he pushes down my pants and underwear, sliding his hot palms over my legs.
My face is on fire by the time he scoots down to untie my shoes, because he’s face-level with my cock and I amsohard.
“Oh fuck… I just… what do you want to—” I babble, unsure what I am asking.
Nico leans forward and gives the tip of my dick a chaste kiss. “We’ll deal with you soon,” he says, addressing my cock rather than me, which is fair, because at this point, my brainisbetween my legs, and it's bobbing to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
I squeeze his shoulders, all jittery. “Nico, please… I can’t wait anymore.”
He helps me step out of my shoes, but just as I think he’s standing up, he leans forward, bumping into my legs, and tips me over his shoulder. He wraps his arm around my thighs to hold me, and I dangle from his shoulder when he gets up. I have the perfect view of his back and ass, but it’s hard to focus on much when my hard dick is pressed to his hot skin.
“Not too long now, sweets,” Nico says as he carries me to the bedroom and nonchalantly kisses the side of my buttock.
“When?” I ask, feeling like a bratty kid when Nico responds by giving my ass a gentle slap that makes my hole throb in ways I’ve never quite experienced other than last night. He rubbed himself off between my buttocks and creamed them with his hot cum, leaving me breathless.
“As soon as I get my mouth on you. You’re leaking on my chest already.” He chuckles as I sizzle in embarrassment and lust when I imagine my pre-cum dripping on his skin, but then I hear a smack of lips and my eyes go wide. “Delicious,” Nico says and squeezes one of my thighs right before tipping forward and dropping me to the soft bedding.
I can’t breathe. Or think. Or move. I’m spread out naked in front of a man who’s a killer and who wants to consume me until only dry bone is left. I’m gone the moment he puts his mouth on my cock, as if my orgasm was waiting for precisely that trigger.
Arched on the bed, I moan and grab at the sheets as the contents of my balls pour into Nico’s hot mouth. And once it’s over, I let my knees fall apart and try to cling to the remains of my sanity while my boiling blood cools.
I look down and see Nico licking my cock and balls in long, slow laps. He doesn’t want to miss even a drop, and when he turns to the sensitive skin inside my thighs, Ican’t help but moan again. He grins when our eyes meet and rubs his stubbly cheek against my leg.
“Sated?” Nico asks, sliding his hands to my ass while the world spins around my immobile body.
I nod, but as my senses come back despite the fatigue I’m feeling, a laugh tears out of my throat. “Never. I want more.”
I shouldn’t be happy. I’m in bed with a serial killer in his murder cabin, but my body is filled with so many endorphins I feel intoxicated.
Nico chuckles and gives my cock a kiss, reminding me I’m naked with another man for the first time. He crawls up my body and lies on top, stroking me tenderly. He pets my sides, my arms, kisses my neck. I love his weight, and his hot skin is pure pleasure under my fingers.
Right now, I’d gladly wear one of thoseThe Christmas Killer did nothing wrongT-shirts his store has in stock.
“That was so good, Blake,” Nico murmurs between one kiss and another, and I curl my limbs around him, so very comfortable in those strong arms. I haven’t been hugged this much since… well, since forever. Since I stopped being a small child, at least, and his touch burns me in the most pleasant way imaginable.
“You’re just saying this to make me easier,” I mumble with a grin.
“I’m pretty sure you’ll be easy next time I take off my shirt,” Nico pinches my side and laughs when I buck under him.
“Nooo, I can’t be that obvious. I’m a good citizen, who doesn’t give out rewards to famous serial killers,” I say, and I can’t help the sense of excitement rising in my chest when I think back to him dragging my abductor down the stairs in that balaclava with small ears. I cannow reimagine myself on my knees in front of that scary stranger, paying for my life by sucking his cock.
I’m so messed up.
“Are you sure? Because I feel very rewarded, and I didn’t even get that cake yet.” Nico pulls a blanket over us and nuzzles my cheek. I’m so exhilarated to lie like this with him. Skin to skin.
“Cake?” I ask, still brainless under him, and he offers me a wide grin.
