Page 39 of Unleashing Mayhem
Matty’s hips jerked forward, and Nightmare let out a low rumble of satisfaction. Except his mouth was around Matty’s cock, so the rumble sort of…vibrated. And Matty almost came right there.
He had to forcibly hold himself very, very still and look anywhere but at Nightmare’s glowing white eyes.
This was— How was Matty supposed to survive this? Was this what fucking someone felt like? How did people go about their lives, knowing this was an option?
Although, no one else had a Nightmare of their own, so maybe the masses had no idea how good they could feel.
When Matty had the barest thread of control back, he started a mindless, rhythmless rocking into that overwhelming heat. Nightmare was using gentle suction, and Matty was grateful for it. He already wasn’t going to last more than thirty seconds—if Nightmare suddenly pulled some hoover action, it would all be over in an instant, and Matty would probably start crying again.
Matty didn’t know what to do with his hands though. He could hold Nightmare’s face, but he didn’t want to hide any of it. He was so beautiful and scary, and Matty wanted to see it all.
He liked looking at his demon.
“Antlers,” Matty finally gasped. “Put them back.”
Massive antlers immediately sprouted from Nightmare’s head, with barely enough room in the bed to keep them from going through the hotel wall.
Matty grabbed on immediately. Oh fuck, that was better. He started rocking in earnest. Fucking Nightmare’s mouth. Oh God, he wasfucking Nightmare’s mouth.
Nightmare seemed to like it. His eyes were glowing so bright, and his hands were gripping so hard, and his shadows were dancing all over Matty’s skin, nipping at his neck and cheeks and legs playfully.
It was too much. The hot suction around Matty’s cock. The way he was basically riding Nightmare’s face. The teasing touches from the shadows.
“Gonna come, gonna come, gonna come,” Matty chanted.
And then Nightmare really did suck Matty very, very deliberately, and Matty’s soul left his body, straight out of his dick, straight into Nightmare’s mouth.
His toes curled behind him, and his muscles trembled, and he maybe went blind for a minute. He fell over, completely boneless, rolling at the last second to keep from falling straight onto Nightmare’s face.
“You swallowed.” Matty gathered every bit of his strength to raise his head and look downward. “And you’re still hard.”
Nightmare made a vague sound, a negative to Matty’s unspoken question about whether Nightmare would like him to do anything about it.
But Matty couldn’t be disappointed this time. Not with the hungry look in Nightmare’s eye, or with the way his dark-graytongue darted out to lick his lips, as if to get every trace of Matty’s cum.
Matty flopped onto his belly. “You should jerk off on my back,” he offered. “And then rub your cum into my scars.”
He had no idea why he said it, other than it felt right. Like something he really, really wanted all of a sudden.
Nightmare snarled, moving quicker than one of his own shadows to straddle the backs of Matty’s thighs.
Apparently he really, really wanted that too.
Matty sighed happily, tucking his chin on his folded hands as he listened to the slick, wet sound of Nightmare stroking himself. Matty’s belly swirled with warmth again, his dick filling faster than it should have at the thought of Nightmare finding his pleasure right on top of him.
Soon enough something hot and wet hit Matty’s lower back. And then Nightmare’s hands were on him, massaging upward over Matty’s back and shoulders and then down again to massage his ass.
Working his cum into Matty’s skin.
Matty moaned as his muscles melted into goo. And then he gasped as long-fingered hands spread his cheeks and held them open.
Oh God. Nightmare was looking at Matty’s hole.
Matty forgot how to breathe for a minute. Did Nightmare like what he saw? Was he going to touch Matty there again?
“You could—” Matty swallowed hard. “Just the tip maybe? I promise I won’t get scared.”
There was a heavy silence. Was Nightmare really considering it? Matty thought of that dark, fat cockhead with its strange petals, and he wanted it desperately. Just the tip would be enough. He’d be so full, even with that.
