Page 58 of Unleashing Mayhem
“Mm.”
Matty wrapped a hand around the head of Nightmare’s cock, swirling his thumb over the tip and gathering the precum before sliding his fist down, the petals bunching under the head like they had for Nightmare. “Very cool,” Matty praised. “If I blow you, is this going to latch onto my face?”
Nightmare let out a huff of amusement. “No.”
Well, then.
Matty escaped his blanket cocoon and shuffled until he was lying fully between Nightmare’s spread legs, resting his weight on his forearms. He tugged at Nightmare’s pants again until Nightmare was freed all the way to the root.
Matty had never given a blow job before, and while with anyone else that might have made him self-conscious, this was his mate. His demon. Nightmare had never made Matty feel anything less than wonderful in bed, and Matty trusted him with all his firsts.
So Matty didn’t overthink it. He shoved his head right in there, rubbing his cheek against the soft skin of Nightmare’s groin, his nose brushing against Nightmare’s cock. Nightmare smelled good here—smoky and intense. Matty breathed in deeply for a while and then moved on, rubbing his lips and nose and cheeks against the whole solid length.
With the amount of precum Nightmare leaked, it didn’t take long for things to get pretty messy. Nightmare didn’t seem to mind though. His breathing only grew heavier and faster above Matty’s head.
Matty rose onto an elbow, grasping Nightmare’s cock in his hand. Nightmare grunted.
“Be good,” Matty crooned at the dick in his hand, staring at the fat, dark head, rubbing his thumb along the bunched petals underneath. “NoAlien-esque face hugging, please.”
Another huff from above him. “I do not understand the reference. My cock doesn’t either.”
“That’s okay.”
They could rectify Nightmare’s horror movie ignorance later. For now, Matty worked on fitting that fat head in his mouth. It was surprisingly doable—there was a spongy give to it that Matty liked. That must have been how it fit inside him in the first place. Matty sucked experimentally. It tasted good too. Like a rich, smoky treat.
Matty tried to take it deeper and immediately coughed, gagging around the mouthful.
Nightmare’s hand settled in his hair, stroking lightly. “Careful, sweet.”
Matty popped off with a glower. “Yoube careful,” he muttered before trying again.
He went slower and had more success this time fitting that rigid length deeper in his mouth.
It didn’t take him long to decide he liked sucking Nightmare’s dick. Matty liked it a lot, in fact. He liked the noises Nightmare made—the huffs and grunts and harsh, inhaled breaths. He liked that when his lips got sore from the stretch, he could take a break and rub his face along it—mouthing and tonguing along the black veins—and Nightmare seemed to enjoy that just as much. He liked that Nightmare’s thighs and belly got all tense and hard, the muscles trembling as he took the pleasure Matty gave him.
Matty had to look a mess, his face all streaked with gray precum and his own saliva. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care, and his cock was heavy and full as he humped it against the mattress.
When Matty’s jaw grew weary, he went back to sucking on the head, tonguing hungrily at the fleshy, bunched petals, using both hands to massage and stroke the rest. Nightmare’s hands were roaming everywhere now—Matty’s hair, his cheeks, his chin—and he seemed to be fighting to keep his hips in place.
That was thoughtful of him. Matty didn’t think he was ready to have his face fucked.
Eventually there was a tug on Matty’s ear, either Nightmare’s fingers or his shadows, which had been swirling more and more frantically the longer Matty worked. “Do you wish to swallow, sweet?”
Matty moaned around his mouthful, grinding his hips harder into the mattress, his balls drawing tight. Yes, he wanted that. Heneededthat.
Nightmare hissed out an incomprehensible sound, and then a burst of something hot flooded Matty’s mouth. He swallowed as best he could, choking and coughing as he only half succeeded at his task. He shoved a hand down his pants and grasped his cock, shudders racking his body as his dick spurted before he could do anything but grab it.
Matty kept sucking and coughing and dribbling cum out of his mouth until Nightmare finally pried him off gently.
Matty smiled up at him, aware he had to look completely undone. “I came in my sweatpants,” he said dazedly.
Nightmare’s white eyes gleamed. “Show us.”
Matty scrambled onto his knees and pulled down his sweats enough to reveal his sticky, softening cock.
Nightmare let out a low rumble of approval. ”What a mess you’ve made, little human.” He sounded pretty pleased about that, and his eyes hadn’t lost their glow.
“I’ll go clean up. I think I might need actual water for this one.” Matty reached over Nightmare and grabbed a washcloth from the drawer of his bedside table, doing a quick, probablyuseless sweep of his face. Then he toddled on trembling legs to the hallway leading to the bathroom.
