Ho Ho Homicidal Maniac (Murder and Mistletoe #2)

Chapter 17

Blake

I can’t control my body anymore.

Nico’s cock keeps forcing its way down my throat in a rhythm so hypnotizing I’m welcoming the discomfort. My lips and face are stained with his juices, and I’m slobbering like a mindless animal, but every sexy smile, every intense glance he sends my way is like a chain keeping me in place.

He’s so tall, so muscular, and handsome. How can I deny him when I know he’s put his life on the line for me and would do it again?

Who am I kidding though? I’m not doing this because I’m grateful. I’m doing this because I’m horny. His dick is a thing of beauty, and I want it in my mouth.

Drifting away from everything I used to know and uncertain about the future, I need a new anchor, and as warm, thick cum overflows my mouth and soothes the soreness in my throat, I know I’ve found it.

The movement of his hips after that first splash of cum becomes languid, and he lets go of my hair to steady himself against the kitchen counter. He doesn’t even blink, enthralled by me as much as I am by him. I won’t stop sucking until I swallow it all. The taste is salty, a little bitter, but just knowing it’s his spunk makes it delicious.

I know I can’t really feel it in my stomach, but I imagine it sliding down my throat and settling inside me, all hot and gooey.

The new surroundings, this old cabin, had made me uncertain, but I have nothing to worry about when I’m on my knees, with his dick softening in my mouth.

He lets out a little moan, and it’s almost cute . Nico’s awakened some kind of demon in me. He has a grasp on it, but even I don’t know where this path will lead us.

When he pulls my head away, I don’t fight it, even though I already miss his dick. It’s still half hard and oh-so-gorgeous, slick with my saliva.

But as I expect Nico to let me go, he drags me back in until my lips are against his balls. “Kiss them for what they gave you.”

A full-body tremor goes through me, and I do as he asks, cuddling up to his legs, greedy for any affirmation he’s willing to give me. “Thank you,” I say, surprised by the hoarseness of my voice. His sac is so very soft to the touch I can’t help but caress it with my tongue too. He deserves all my attention, and I want to give it to him.

Nico leans down and once again tugs on my hair, so I look up, and he kisses my lips. “Now let’s take care of you,” he whispers and nudges my cock with his knee.

My moan is dull and hungry, but before I can get embarrassed, Nico presses me to the wall, his lips dancing over the sensitive flesh of my neck as I try to rub myself against him, my body desperate for release.

“Won’t be so fast, sweet thing, I want to indulge in you,” he teases and instead of opening my pants, he pushes off my coat, letting it fall to the floor. Then he pulls up my hoodie along with the T-shirt. I’m now glad he got the fire going in the room, but the real heat is inside me anyway.

“But I—” My words are interrupted when he once again rubs my crotch with his knee, and I grab his arms, unable to keep still while the insistent need to come grows ever stronger. The air smells of his cum, our arousal, and I can still see his dick whenever I look down. Maybe the assassin did kill me, because this feels like heaven.

“You what? You don’t want to see more of me while I get you off?” He smirks and knows exactly what he’s doing when he takes off his sweater and shows off.

My mind is trapped between the insistent arousal thrumming in my pants and the need to see all of him, touch him, admire him with my fingers. He’s built like a god among men. A beautiful, wide-shouldered killing machine with veiny forearms I want to lick, and snowflake tattoos trailing down his neck.

“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 of place, 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 to keep me.

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 am so hard.

“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 brain is between 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, I can’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 those The Christmas Killer did nothing wrong T-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 can now 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.

“The one you wanted to bake for me. Are you having cum-induced amnesia now?”

I groan and cover my face, mortified but somehow still aroused. “For a moment there, I thought that was some kind of gay slang.”

Nico snorts and buries his face in my neck as his hands slide to my ass and squeeze. “I’m yet to eat this cake. I hope you’d like that?”

“Oh fuck… I—” My head floats with embarrassment as I worry about him not liking how I taste, or smell, yet I can’t help loving the image of myself on my hands and knees while Nico buries his face between my buttocks. “I mean… you’re the one with experience.”

“But feel free to say if something’s not up your street.” Despite his size and strength, Nico’s so gentle with me I melt on the inside. “I want to know what you like. What you fantasized about when you bit the bullet and went to that nightclub.”

This I didn’t expect, not after the way he led me through the sex, taking over just like I dreamed he would. But when I swallow and note he’s still watching me, I slide my arms around him and soak up the warm weight as I speak. “I thought someone would like me—someone I liked back—and I’d get to go down on him? ”

I know I’m making this sound like a question, but a part of me fears there are wrong answers to Nico’s questions.

He’s holding back a smile and strokes my cheek. “Aww, that’s almost wholesome. Are you glad I’m your first instead?”

My cheeks are burning, but I force myself to keep looking back at him as I nod. “This was… very hot,” I say in a voice so quiet I worry I might need to repeat myself.

“No rush, but I want to fuck you. Is that something you also wanted?” His blue gaze is so intense when he looks straight into my eyes without blinking. As if he’s focusing on prey.

That’s me. I’m the prey, and that fact is stirring something in my balls again. Am I attracted to danger? Is that it? Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to true-crime, not the intellectual reasons I claim.

“You mean anal sex, right?” I say and imagine it happening on this bed, with me face down in the pillows and him rocking into me.

“Yes.” Nico nods, still piercing me with the daggers he has for eyes. Thinking of daggers makes me think about penetration . “I want to be deep inside you, make you squirm and moan my name. I want to make you come first so you squeeze your muscles tightly around me. And then I want to come inside you and leave you dripping.”

I whimper and attempt to lift him with my hips, only to discover I can’t. He grins at me, as if this is a game, and I cross my ankles on the small of his back, excited beyond all reason. “Yes, please, I want that. I want you to take care of me,” I say, a bit shy, because I’m showing the very core of myself to a man who, technically, is still a stranger. So I add, “just let me get my bearings first,” I add, because no matter how exciting his words are, I do have a brain in my skull, and need to keep some semblance of control .

Nico bites back a smile. “Sure. No rush. Sweets, we will have the best Christmas here,” he says as I count the days in my mind.

How long does he intend to stay here?