Page 51 of Little Psycho

Trying not to panic myself, I begin drinking, taking my seat all over again, determined to push the freaky shit out of my mind.“Let’s get high,” I tell him, breathing ragged.

Dom finally sits down after doing a quick scan of the apartment, not finding any noticeable signs of her being here.He brings the beer bottle to his mouth and chugs it, his eyes deadlocked on mine as I skillfully pour out a pile of coke without looking.

“No, not that.I don’t need to be any more paranoid than I already am,” he finally laughs, but I can hear the nerves in his tone that he’s trying so hard to mask.

“This shit is just for me.I’m doing a line before I do any downers.”I wink, pulling out a cut straw from the little drawer in the coffee table.

Sniffing a fat line of coke, my nose burns instantly, but fuck, it feels so damn good.As the liquidized powder drips down the back of my throat, I move on to the heroin, passing Dom the baggie once I’ve poured enough onto the table for myself.

While Dom mixes a shot and I sniff my line, little noises coming from outside the living room begin to fuck with my head again.I try to ignore them, but it’s fucking impossible.

Leaning back with my head resting on the top of the couch, I think about Ash and if he’s okay.Knowing how his father operates and how fucking disgusting he is, I know that Ash isn’t going to be in a good space whenever he gets home.

But I can’t even think about him like I want to because Calista pops into my mind and erases everything else.

As she dances beneath my closed lids, I feel the couch dip beside me as Dom sits, leans back, and tries to relax alongside me, his hand reaching over and gently massaging my upper thigh.My cock wakes up, knowing exactly who’s close to touching it, and my nerve endings begin to tingle in anticipation.

The October wind blows, sending the tree branches scraping against the windows, making goosebumps prick my skin, and the hairs on my arms and legs stand on end.Too high and afraid to open my eyes, I squeeze them tighter, reaching over blindly to find a part of Dom to ling to.Of course, my hand lands on his lap, and I feel his cock twitch against my palm as I graze it.

“Is someone afraid, or is your ass horny?”Dom speaks softly, a hint of seduction in his gravelly tone.

“Both,” I admit, my eyes still closed.

“Look at me, Kill,” he says, leaning in so his warm breath skates across the side of my neck.

As tempting as it is, I don’t.I keep them shut, enjoying the high as the drugs rush through my system, turning me numb.

“Fuck it,” he grunts.

Realizing I’m not opening my eyes, Dom runs his hand up my thigh to the button on my jeans, popping it with a couple of fingers.Next, he unzips them, opening them up so he can easily pull out my dick.And I fucking let him, not in the mood to protest.Once I feel his warm hand around my cock, my eyes finally open, curiously watching as helix his lips before rolling them down my shaft.

Sliding one hand up my shirt and dragging his bitten nails up and down my muscles, he cradles my balls with the other while his mouth envelopes me completely, his tongue gliding over the barbells in my dick.

“Christ, Dom,” I mutter, my hand tangling in his hair.

With his mouth full, he looks up at me, locking eyes while he bobs his head on my cock, sucking slowly but firmly.My legs shake as I part them, trying to get comfortable.His bobbing head causes the room to spin, mixing with the high I’m already on.And all my fears and worries about Calista and Ash—even the bloody mask I found—all fade into the background.Nothing fucking matters but this.

He swirls his tongue around my shaft, massaging my balls in the palm of his hand, setting my insides on fire.Taking me deeper down his throat, i can feel my cock pulsing, growing harder by the second.His spit coats it generously, even dripping from the corners of his lips as he slides me out of his mouth teasingly, only keeping the swollen tip between his lips.

“Fuck, I’m going to come, Dom,” I warn him, my toes curling in my socks as he sucks on the tip like a piece of hard candy.

“Then come, Kill.Isn’t that the whole point of me sucking your dick?”he chuckles, sucking me back into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks.

I tug on his hair, knowing his scalp is tingling from the force.My body locks up as desire floods my core, turning me into a panting, quivering mess.Small beads of clear fluid coat the head of my cock, and I watch hungrily as Dom darts his tongue out and licks them away with the tip of it, his eyes piercing into mine.

Unable to hold on any longer, I roughly shove his head down, forcing my dick down his throat until his puffy lips are pressed against the skin surrounding the base.Holding his head, I fuck his mouth desperately, thrusting my hips up to match his bobbing head.Holding him down with my hand planted on top of his head, I reach down with my other hand and wrap it around his throat, his adams apple pressing against my palm.And then I let go in his mouth, my cum jetting out in hot, thick spurts.Gagging from lack of airflow, Dom does his best to keep sucking while swallowing every salty drop I give him, his throat tightening around my cock.

“Fuck, good boy, Dom.That’s… fuck, that’s a good fucking boy,” I praise him, feeling his lips curl into a smile with my dick still down his throat, choking him until every rope of cum fills his mouth.

When Dom pulls off, I can’t help but cackle, feeling loose and carefree for the first time all day.

“That was exactly what I fucking needed,” I admit, smiling at him in a daze as he licks his puffy lips and any remainder of cum he might have missed.

His grin is full of mischief as he zips me back up, fastening the button on my jeans."Well, if that’s all you needed, I’m glad I could help.”

He pulls out two cigarettes and lights them, handing me one as he slumps beside me against the back of the couch, breathing heavily.As the smoke fills the room, we sit in a comfortable silence, our bodies relaxing and the tension melting away.But deep down, I know this is a temporary escape from the chaos that’s awaiting us on the outside.

Calista is out there, plotting her next move, and we’re sitting here getting high and fucking around as if there’s nothing to worry about.

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