Ho Ho Homicidal Maniac (Murder and Mistletoe #2)

Chapter 13

Blake

I avoided staying in the cellar, because the cops could have arrived at any moment, but as Nico and I prepared for bed in complete peace, anticipation turned into worry. When I reached Carl, he was surprised to hear from me, but when I told him that I was being kept against my will, he wrote down the name of the town, and Nico’s shop, and told me help was on the way.

I assumed he’d alert the sheriff’s department, but if he worries about causing some scandal that might affect both our futures, maybe he called a private investigator, or something of that nature, to deal with Nico instead?

I assumed he’d be arrested and put on trial, but what if whoever Carl hired ended up hurting Nico? I never wanted that , but it’s not like it’s in my power to call off the hounds .

Why am I regretful at all when he is a murder. A kidnapper. A damn serial killer who makes snow globes with people’s teeth.

Though I have to admit those are pretty impressive.

My heart clenches when I think of him describing himself as a black hole. I sense the depth of loneliness in that, and I empathize more than I’d like to admit. Nico will surely feel betrayed once he finds out I’ve reported him. I can hardly bear it, and it hasn’t even happened yet!

I’m in knots over asking to be rescued only to then go downstairs to admire his art and suck his face. Fuck. He’s so unbearably attractive I’m losing my mind. Or was it the all-day date that’s short-circuited my common sense?

I can’t be falling for him, can I? That would be insane.

I had so much fun earlier. He was interesting but also listened to me as if he really cared about what I had to say.

Am I so unused to people having conversations with me I find that impressive? Or is it the way he’s set on me that turns me into goo? There is no wishy-washy I-maybe-like-you-a-bit. He’s made it clear what he wants. And it’s me .

In the dark, the stars I see through the window on the sloped ceiling seem almost as bright as the electronic clock showing that it’s almost three at night. And still, nobody has called or knocked on the door.

This can’t be right. What is Carl waiting for? I can’t keep being torn like this.

Especially not with Nico hugging me from behind as if I’m his personal body pillow. He only has a pair of pajama pants on, and it’s melting my brain how hot he is. Not just because he’s tall, muscular and ripped. He’s literally overheating me. Or am I so excited by his presence and touch that I’m turning into a human radiator?

Whenever his dick presses to my ass, I remember our little make out session in his murder memorabilia room and how hard he got back then.

I’m impressed by my own self-control, because I was on the verge of giving in, but still remembered I couldn’t stay down in Nico’s hidden lair too long.

But I wanted to.

I want to kiss him more and have him touch me before he’s taken. I want to feel him on top of me and smell his arousal. How come I’m such a messed-up pervert at only eighteen? Will I be the kind of creep who ends up writing filthy letters to him when he’s in prison?

I barely keep in a whine when his nose rubs my nape before releasing hot air that has my toes curling. He’s holding me firmly, as if he were ready to part my buttocks with his cock. Which is hard and poking at me.

I’m sweating.

I can’t think.

But tonight, he didn’t even cuff me. I could…

My balls throb when he moves again and I remember him teasing me about his fantasy of accosting me in my studio. Would he wear the balaclava? Would every single one of my live viewers hear us having sex? Would they comment in the chat?

I bite my lip to hold in a moan, and I’m not even touching myself. Yet. I press my ass against the cock straining in his pants. With my luck, the cops will burst in here when Nico’s balls-deep inside me.

I have to take a deep breath, but I wiggle against his cock nevertheless, just… feeling it.

He’s asleep and likely having erotic dreams, but I imagine him to be awake and testing me, waiting for me to give him the green light. For me to tell him I can’t wait any longer, or just slide my hand into his pajama pants .

I place my warm palm on my throat, and then slide it down my chest, reimagining it as Nico’s as I squeeze my pec and open my thighs enough to relieve the pressure of fabric on my growing cock.

His arm embraces my waist, and I ever-so-gently run my fingers over it. He’s like steel, and I love that he’s a bit older, more experienced, and confident. A dampness on my thigh tells me I’m leaking pre-cum already. What would it feel like to have his strong big hand on my dick?

My pulse speeds up when his breath tickles me again. I’m in bed with a man. Tightly hugged. I’m both at peace and erratic from a mix of fear and arousal. He’s so handsome I’m sure he’ll get serial killer groupies offering him marriage on day one of his trial.

But for now, he’s with me , and I’m the only one who knows the truth about him.

Nico lets out a little groan, and when he shifts, I have to bite my lip, because the jab he makes with his hips sends me up the wall with lust. His dick is only two layers of fabric away from being buried in me.

Reckless fantasies take hold, showing me his cock plowing my hole on the floor of my bedroom. He’s still wearing that balaclava, his bare chest and arms are sprayed red, and the metallic aroma of blood emphasizes the earthiness of his arousal.

In my imagination, he makes me feel whole each time he plunges in, and I find myself grabbing my cock as he rubs against me in his sleep. I instinctively clench my ass when I feel that thick length against it.

‘I want to kiss you and fuck you. ’ I remember his stern voice, and as it echoes in my mind, the heat inside me becomes more and more difficult to bear.

I’ve never been the object of anyone’s desire, but I indulge in it now, under the soft light of the moon and stars. His arm is solid, and I have to brush over it to reach my dick, which makes this all the more illicit. He could wake up at any moment and catch me in the act.

And yep, I’ve leaked pre-cum in my pants just thinking about him. I don’t even care if I’ll be sticky, because this could be my last chance for such closeness with him. Or… is this wrong of me to do this when he’s sleeping? His dick didn’t ask for my consent when it got rock hard and pressed to my crack like it’s his God-given right.

And why do I even care for the consent of a serial killer who abducted me?

My nipple gets hard when he brushes his arm against it, and I squeeze my aching cock, imagining all the filthy things he’d do to me given half the chance.

And I’d let him. Not just because he’s attractive or a good listener, but also because he’s a maniac. And he wants me so, so much.

I bite back a moan and rub the head of my cock with my thumb before sliding my hand up and down the shaft, sinking ever deeper into a realm of fantasy where he’s awake and touching me.

Nico’s arm shifts, his hand going up, and I wonder what he’s dreaming about when his fingers reach my lips. Fuck it. I taste them. Just a little lick of his salty skin because I’m messed up. Though I’m not making Christmas trinkets out of people’s teeth, so maybe I’m not that bad.

I sigh when his other hand snakes under my waist, but then it’s on my dick, and it’s too late to deny what I’m doing.

Nico presses his flattened tongue to my nape, then licks all the way up to my hair. The touch is hot, wet, and makes me shiver.

“Naughty,” he whispers, brushing his teeth over my skin as if to warn me he could bite .

I freeze, my hand tight around my cock, and I don’t dare move it away even when he cups my balls, prompting me to tremble.

“No, I—” I still when he rolls his hips, rubbing his shaft against my ass.

“Hm? You what? I can feel you clenching that ass. You want to be filled, don’t you?” Nico murmurs, then bites my nape without much force. His fingers are still at my mouth, while his other hand sneaks into my pajama pants and covers mine. It’s so fucking big, and as he brushes his thumb over my cockhead, my back arches, and I lean into him, presenting my neck without thinking. When he bites in, I can’t stop myself from moaning, my cock straining against his palm, my hips working back and forth, seeking touch while I imagine how he would feel inside me.

“I—I’ve never done this,” I mumble, because I don’t think I’m ready to be filled , no matter how often penetration features in my secret fantasies.

“Nothing to be scared of. Just let me enjoy you a little first,” he says and even his voice, so low and raspy, is making me horny.

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 he made 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 of his 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 sense his 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 to feel things 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 me before he 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 for this kind 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, I can’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?

“I—maybe being sleepy got to both our heads,” I respond with a weak laugh, but I can’t deny that I enjoy his touch all over me and knowing that he’s now marked me with his scent. And yes, I’m still slightly turned on by lying under him with my pants down.

“Oh, I’ve never been more awake, sweetie. But let me know what you need. Snacks? Shower? Back to sleep?”

I don’t know how to feel when he calls me that. Like I’m already his, like he knows my hard outer shell is just that. Because yeah, it is nice to be someone’s sweetie . No one’s ever called me by a pet name, and I didn’t know how much my body needed it until now.

The soft tone of his voice is like a caress, and I arch closer, only satisfied when my nape is tucked against his warm flesh. I should say shower, because I am sticky, and tidy people wash up after having sex, but that is the last thing I want, closely followed by a conversation I’m not ready to have. So it’s a no to snacks as well.

“I… I think we should just try to sleep.”

Nico turns to his side, but pulls me with him, wrapping his arms around me as if I’m his personal teddy bear. My pants are down, and he’s not bothering to pull up his underwear, so I have a sneaky suspicion that if no one comes to save me tonight, I’ll be getting sticky with more cum first thing in the morning.

…Which is not a bad prospect?

“Are you my boyfriend yet?” Nico asks, nuzzling the back of my head and leaving me speechless.

My breath comes out as a whine, which is a level of embarrassment I can’t take, but before I need to declare my intentions, something stomps on the roof above us, and we both still.

“Santa?” Nico utters, and I imagine the stars in his eyes despite knowing that it’s definitely not Santa.