Page 55 of Ho Ho Homicidal Mania
He buries his face against my nape, and his needy grunts turn me on even more as he starts fucking me as if his life depends on the orgasm he’s chasing. Fast, animalistic, eager to come. I keep my legs spread wide to accommodate him, and when he bites my neck, all I can do is whimper into my gag. My hole is on fire, but I want his satisfaction. I want him to come inside me and tell me I’m a good boy even though I know I’ve been a menace.
But am I not being good to him now? Pliant. Open. Once again, I try to look back only to have my face pressed to the box, and saliva dribbles down my chin as he jabs into me harder than before. So far, his thrusts have been controlled and slow, but this was a warning, and I whimper like a lost dog begging for the attention of his master. My skin feels as if it’s about to go up in flames. My hole aches in the best way possible. And I want his cum so fucking much.
Nico settles with his lips against my nape, strong grip on my wrists, his hips working like a machine. There’s a comfort in knowing he wants me this much despite the turmoil I’ve been causing.
“Oh, fuck yes…” he mumbles, fucking me with abandon, skin slapping against skin.
He lets go of one of my arms, and when he reaches between my legs to squeeze my painfully hard dick, I’m not sure if he wants to jerk me off or just fondle me for his own pleasure. It doesn’t matter. His touch is like oil thrown into fire, and I climb to my toes, presenting my ass to him as he pounds me, filling the small, cluttered space with the sounds of our sweaty bodies.
He’s still holding one of my hands back, twisting it almost too firmly, but I love the symbolism of it and moanbecause each of his thrusts is like a hot wave. His touch makes me feel so damn special, so close to him, so safe from all the evil in the world.
It’s as though his dangerous aura is a shield, and as long as I’m within it, serving him with my body, I can’t be harmed. I can’t deny it. I like it. No. Iloveit. I love when he’s inside me, so intense, so needy. Love being the only one who can give him what he wants.
I know he’s a cruel monster, yet the strokes of his hand on my cock become fast and insistent. Whether to please me, or to feel my muscles tightening on his cock doesn’t matter, because it feels so damn good to be jerked off as he fucks me with that thick tool.
My mind fizzles, and I can almost sense bubbles at the base of my skull as he enters me hard and fast while his hand works my cock at the same speed. I’m overflowing with need. On fire. And if it wasn’t for the sponge in my mouth, I would have screamed, begging him to fuck me harder.
Cum shoots out of me almost too fast, and I stiffen, tightening my thighs as he continues sawing into me without mercy.
The little grunt he makes against my skin makes me shoot even harder the second time, even though I already thought I was at my limit. My whole body trembles, throbs with heat as if I’m about to melt, fall apart, and he’s the only one who can put me back together.
“That’s it…” A few hard jabs later, Nico stiffens on top of me, rocking his hips a little, as if he wants to make sure he’s spilled all his cum inside me. I love how his heart pounds against my back. Maybe if we fuck enough times, the frost in mine will melt?
I’m afraid of what might happen if I get swept away by the tide of his madness, but I can’t resist his warmth andpull his arm around me as our bodies rest. It’s only then that I shove the sponge out of my mouth and breathe freely. “Wow, that was… unexpected.”
But he doesn’t give me much of a cuddle and pulls back after the briefest moment. “Was it though? You know how much I want you.”
I finally get to look back at him and notice he’s tying up a condom and throwing it behind a box. I don’t know if I should feel complimented or slighted. Because on one hand, it makes sense that he used one in a public space, for convenience, maybe even out of care for me, so I don’t have to worry about his cum leaking out of me. But on the other hand, it feels like he wanted a barrier between us.
Still, there will be many other times when I can let him breed me without worry, so I step closer and slide my hand over his side. “Well… I didn’t expect us to do it where we could be caught. It was kind of hot.”
He scowls at me. “‘Kind of’?”
My face falls. “Very,” I say in a voice so embarrassingly small I can barely hear it myself.
Nico nods as he takes off the red jacket and puts it back on the rack. It reminds me to pull up my own pants, so I do that after a quick clean up with the damn gag-sponge.
There’s a sense of unease inside my chest, and I attempt to extinguish it by resting my face on Nico’s bare arm. “Maybe we could… rest?”
Nico looks anywhere but at me. “Nah, you were right, we should go. There’s no time for stupid shit.” He points to the Santa costume and grabs his sweater, once more standing beyond my grasp.
I can’t help the sense of disappointment squeezing my chest, but we are in a public space, and he is right, we’ve already wasted too much time. I shouldn’t be gettingupset just because he didn’t give me a single kiss. I don’t want things to get too serious anyway.
We’re having sex again, I said my piece, and there will be no ‘saving Christmas’ by Nico.
But if I got what I wanted, then why do I feel so bad?
Chapter 22
Blake
If I’m attracted tothe darkness inside of Nico, to his dominant demeanor and violent tendencies, then why do I miss his goofy jokes and smiles? It makes no sense, yet because Nico has become so serious, it feels like he’s locked me away from a part of himself. And now that I can’t have it, I want to stick my hand into that cookie jar so badly I’m going crazy.
But we can’t waste time on dealing with the weird mood between us when there is so much on the line. The house is only a short drive away from the large gas station where we’ve stopped to change for the masquerade.
I shake my head, unwilling to dwell on my brother’s impending death, and put on a coat over my checkered suit. It’s a nice shade of bottle-green, and while it came off the rack, it fits as if it were made for me. Maybe thisis what I should have worn to my first-ever adult outing, not the stupid elf costume?
I step out of the bathroom stall, ready to go, when my gaze settles on Nico’s tall, broad-shouldered form.
