Page 38 of Unleashing Mayhem
He was vaguely aware he was letting his brokenness show again. He should probably be outraged by Nightmare’s admission—the inherent manipulation in it—and not flattered. But Mattywasflattered.
Flattered and horny.
“But I don’t mind if you scare me a little,” he admitted. “It’s—it’s okay if it’s you.”
“Me and your horror films.”
Matty giggled again, maybe a little lust-drunk at this point, like all the blood was in his dick and there was none left for his brain. He let his hand wander down to Nightmare’s clothed hardness. “Why didn’t you take care of this while I was sleeping?” he asked, palming that intimidating erection.
“You wished to be held.”
“You could do both.” Matty found the bulbous end of Nightmare’s cock, fondling it. “I wouldn’t mind.”
Nightmare’s grip tightened around Matty’s ass, his taloned fingers digging in almost painfully.
“You like that idea?” Matty guessed. “Touching yourself or—or touchingme? In my sleep?”
Before now, Matty had been starting to think that maybe Nightmare just didn’t have that high of a sex drive. Which would have been fine, of course. Matty would have simply become more acquainted with his right hand to make up the difference. But now he was thinking that maybe Nightmare was just very…self-contained.
He had more self-control than Matty; that was clear. Although, that wasn’t a very difficult record to beat at the moment. Right now a honey badger in heat probably had more self-control than Matty.
“Is this okay?” he asked, moving faster against Nightmare’s leg.
“It is more than okay.”
Matty sighed in overwhelming relief. Maybe the wanting wasn’t so bad, now that he knew it was reciprocated.
He squirmed and writhed frantically, heat building steadily in his belly. He burrowed his head in Nightmare’s chest, a whine leaving his throat.
Nightmare’s big hand massaged and caressed his ass. “What do you need, sweet?”
“I don’t know!” Matty cried plaintively. He was close to something big—something like the orgasm from the night before. But the pressure or the pace orsomethingwasn’t right, and his release kept escaping him.
“Come here.”
And Matty was suddenly being lifted by those massive hands on his ass—as easily as if he weighed nothing at all—and then he was straddling Nightmare’s chest.
Matty stared down in a daze. Positioned like this, his bare, weeping cock was mere centimeters from Nightmare’s lips. “Um. Hello,” he said stupidly.
“Like this,” Nightmare rasped. He bared his teeth, revealing blunt tips.
“You want me to…” Matty rocked toward him, barely holding himself back. “In your mouth?”
“Yes, sweet.”
Matty’s lower belly clenched, and another low whine left his lips. “”What if I—I’ve never…I could hurt you.”
“You couldn’t.”
“I couldchokeyou.”
“I can go without breath for a very long time.”
Nightmare’s hands pushed Matty forward. Matty’s cockhead was right there, at Nightmare’s lips, the demon’s hot breath ghosting over him, and then—Oh.
So wet. So hot. Sogood.
“Oh myGod.”
