Page 54 of Ho Ho Homicidal Mania
I have never heard anything less reasonable in my life! What a wild logical jump to make.
“Youare not Christmas!”
“But Iamthe Christmas Killer, andthatis somethingyou secretly love.” Nico steps closer, until our boots touch, as if he’s daring me to back away. But I can’t move. Blood has drained out of my head, and all I can sense is his cologne, all I can see is his handsome face above, and his hairy chest. Even his voice, dangerous and raspy, is keeping me still like an invisible chain.
After having sex at least twice a day since I lost my virginity, the dry spell of the last two days has been a shock to the system, and I can’t think straight when he’s so close, so authoritative.
“It’s… complicated.”
Nico shakes his head, and places his hand on my neck, his fingers keeping my jaw still as if he’s assessing a turkey to kill for his feast. “It’s not, really. You can’t date me, but you can fuck me. You hate Christmas, but you have use for the Christmas Killer. You need me to kill your brother, and I want your sweet, tight body as my pay. I think we understand each other now.”
I hate the coldness in his voice, because it doesn’t suit him at all, but I can’t help what his words are doing to me. They’re coming straight from my most secret fantasies, and I can’t look away even though we’re heading straight for a painful crash. “You want me to pay?” I ask, breathless, because saying that out loud sends my flesh into a lusty frenzy. He’s so strong, so dangerous, and I’m eating it up.
“Yes,” he rasps and just as I’m about to answer, he turns me around so I’m facing a stack of boxes. He’s often tender with me, so it always shocks me that he can manhandle me with such ease.
I whimper and grab the edge of the box on top, pushing back against him, because finally he’s touching me again. Maybe this uneasy situation can be solved through pleasure, and after the past two weeks, my body learned to crave him with an almost unnatural thirst. I widen my stance and roll my hips in a circular motion, struggling to keep still.
His big warm hands slide under my hoodie, straight for my pecs. He squeezes them hard and pushes against me, already growing hard. I should tell him to wait untilwe’re in a motel, or at least in the car in the middle of nowhere, that the door to this room doesn’t even have a lock, but it only excites me more that his lust is so urgent.
I don’t understand what’s between us now, but responding to his touch is instinctual and doesn’t require much thought. Nico’s shameless in how he rubs his crotch against my ass, as if this is all I am for him now. I’m not sure how to feel about it, yet it doesn’t make me any less aroused.
“W-what if she comes back?” I try, but all and any reasons to protest die in my mind when Nico covers the lower half of my face with his hand, wordlessly telling me to be quiet. And oh, how I long to fulfill all his wishes.
“Then she’s gonna find me railing you and either kick us out or call the cops.” There’s a fresh pack of cleaning sponges resting nearby, and I watch him grab one. Before I can ask him what he wants with it, he unceremoniously stuffs it in my mouth. Leaning over me, he whispers in my ear. “So let’s not attract attention with your moaning.”
The foam tastes of nothing, but the sound of his voice, so low and commanding, makes me bite into it as he kneads my flesh, already hard against my ass. I look back, only for him to take a handful of my hair and press my face against the cardboard. I can’t help myself, and I’m once again overcome by a perverted desire that penetrates every bit of flesh. My body already knows what it wants, and my mind isn’t far behind.
In some ways, this is so much easier than the hard conversations we’ve been having, dealing with who he is, or that I’m intending to kill my brother. With Nico, all sense of past or future disappears, leaving only the here and now, where loneliness doesn’t exist.
But lust sure does, along with that pinch of fear that makes my dick hard.
I don’t know if this is punishment or if he misses me and doesn’t know how else to express his feelings. Either way, when he unzips my pants then pulls them down, exposing me in a room where someone could walk in on us any minute, thinking becomes impossible.
I’m not even sure if we’ve arranged that I’m his until he kills Carl, or if I’m supposed to fulfill his needs after we’re done too. Or if it’s a valid arrangement at all.
Nico pinches my nipple, and his cock settles between my ass cheeks as he enjoys kneading my flesh. He shamelessly squeezes my cock too, once more pressing my face down when I try to look back.
I want to remind him we have little time, that we should hurry, but the sponge in my mouth keeps me silent, so I express the urgency I’m feeling by rubbing myself against him with a soft moan. His shaft is such a beautiful fit in my crack, and I twist my hips to kiss it with my hole.
“So eager, huh? Starving for aviolent criminal’sdick?” he asks in an unforgiving voice.
I hate how true his words are. I can’t divorce my lust from who he is, and how I criticized him for it. My body doesn’t care about laws, and I get goosebumps of anticipation when he backs off a little, because I’ve no doubt he’s getting lube. I’ve barely started having sex, but I love it so much. I love his dick inside me and how long he can go on for, how strong he is, how confident.
I love it when he puts his weight on top of me and shows me how much in control of me he really is. Deep down, I trust him not to hurt me, but knowing how dangerous he is, how unhinged, makes me harder than anything else. I crave to have him hold me down and fuck me hard on the floor of the cell where he put me that night he abducted me. I want him to scare me until I believe that the upcoming orgasm might be my very last.
Maybe I evenwantto see him kill bad people who would never answer for their crimes otherwise.
I moan into my makeshift gag and spread my thighs wider, hungry for him.
He doesn’t waste any more time and spits on my exposed hole despite also following that up with a drizzle of lube. My balls tighten from arousal, and then he’s aligning himself with my anus. It’s like having warmth explode deep inside me, and I long for him to reach where the sensation originates.
“Come on, relax and open up to me. Give me what I’m owed,” Nico whispers, and then his weight is on me again. I want to take him. Fast. Now. But his cock is thick, and I’ve only taken it a few times. I’m not that used to his girth yet. Still, the raw need wins out, and I twist my body as I push out, relaxing my muscles. It feels almost like my hole is welcoming him with a kiss, and I sob into the sponge, so very desperate to offer him the best I have.
As soon as his cockhead is in, Nico grabs my arms and pulls them back. “I guess this is all you want to be for me…” he mutters before a harsh thrust that leaves me whimpering and shifting my weight helplessly.
Not that I want to escape. My dick is hard, my hole stretched for him, and until he gets his fill, I’m not going anywhere. I missed being under him. He won’t leave me behind for as long as he’s inside me. I’m so sorry about upsetting him, but we can discuss that later. Right now, our tempers need to mellow out, and as he sinks in balls-deep, spearing my body with his hard shaft, I tremble like a newborn calf.
“Mm… mhm,” I hum to let him know how much I love to have him inside me, how deliciously his fingers dig into the flesh of my arms. He has me pinned to the boxes,and I want him to fuck me until he’s spent. Once, twice, however many times he wants.
