Catchingfive bodiesandgetting some fire head in the same night? Not on my bingo card, that’s for sure.
The way the little hummingbird is looking at me—dazed and a little flushed—he wasn’t expecting it either.
I could leave him here like this, dick hard, cum down his throat, surrounded by bodies, but where’s the fun in that? I’m supposed to be chopping him up to join his friends—well, with the way they were surrounding him, I think the termfriendsis subjective. But I should be planning to send him to the afterlife, not…
Grabbing under his arms, I haul him off his feet. As if on instinct, Hummingbird wraps his legs around me, gasping as I pin him against the door. Glancing up, I grin, and meet his gaze. “Mistletoe.”
He stares at me with wide eyes before they roll up to the hanging plant. “Yeah. It is.” When he looks back at me, I crush my lips to his. He has such a pretty mouth, and he’s good at using it. Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever met such a good fucking cock sucker. My dick hasn’t deflated from just the memory of it.
Makes me wonder if his ass is just as good.
Hummingbird gasps before melting into the kiss, his tongue sliding tentatively into my mouth. He tastes like me, salty and heady.
His dick rubs along my belly, hard and seeking friction as he grinds against me.
Snatching my mouth away, I slide one of my hands to his throat and squeeze. He gasps again, his eyes blowing wide. “You want to be my company, Hummingbird? Keep me warm?” I ask. He looks confused, then his expression clears, probably remembering his earlier offer.
I knew what he was doing when he reached for my pants. He wants to stay alive, doesn’t want to end up like the trash littering the cabin floor. I planned to do it, too, but figured I could let him give me some mediocre head and then off him. A nut is a nut.
But his throat was so warm, so tight, and his tongue so fucking teasing. He was pliant, letting me fuck his face with barely a whimper. The way he looked at me when I was shoving my dick as far down his esophagus as it would go? Fucking perfection.
I want to see if his ass can take my dick just as well.
He swallows hard, a myriad of expressions crossing his face—fear, arousal, apprehension. He seems to make up his mind and settles on arousal, rolling his hips. “Yes, please?”
Threading my fingers through his lush curls, I pull him back to my mouth, my tongue dueling with his. I nip, bite, and suck at his lips, pulling whimpers from his throat. Fuck, he sounds sweet. Like he’s giving everything to me, showing me everything he has.
I want more.
Pulling my lips from his, I place my hands under his ass and turn away from the door, walking us to one of the bedrooms. I’m careful to watch where I’m going, what with all the bodies strewnabout. As hard as I am right now, slipping and falling in blood or stepping on an appendage would put a damper on the mood.
I kick open the door and maneuver us over to the bed. Turning around, I sit, Hummingbird straddling my lap. He still looks aroused beyond belief, but he’s also nervous, like he didn’t think I’d want more than a blow job. While I like head, like most red-blooded men, I like to fuck more. I like to hear the moans, the mewls, the begging, the screaming. I can’t hear that with my dick down someone’s throat.
Smiling, though it’s probably a little sharp, I tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. “You afraid of me, Hummingbird?”
“My name is Remi,” he whispers.
I shrug. “Yeah, but you’re also fast, quick on your feet. Like a hummingbird.” His eyes grow wide. My smile grows wider. “I think with my big head too,Remi. I know when someone is trying to play me. But you’re pretty, so I don’t mind.”
“What are you going to do to me?” he asks, biting his lower lip nervously.
“I’m going to finish what we started. Now strip. I want to watch you get naked for me.”
He scrambles off my lap, his face a mixture of bliss and confusion. I’m sure he’s warring with himself, not wanting to fuck me and at the same time wanting nothing more than to have me inside him. If he doesn’t want to, that’s fine with me. He’s already given me the best head I’ve had in years—sorry, Camden—so I’ll figure out what to do with him if I don’t want to slit his throat.
But the way he rips his sweater over his head and drags his pants down around his ankles, his hard dick bobbing, I know he’s not only fucking me to stay alive. He wants it, and I don’t think he knows what that means.
Whatever. That’s not my problem. I want to sink my dick into him, so I will.
When he’s naked, I crook a finger at him, and with his head lowered, he walks back over to me. I grab his wrist and yank him toward me, lying back on the bed so he can blanket me with his smaller body.
I wrap one hand around his waist and plant the other hand on the back of his neck. “You really are pretty,” I whisper.
His cheeks turn pink and he dips his eyes, a faint smile on his lips. “Thanks. I’m… I think I’m nervous.”
“And scared,” I tease, though fear is coming off him in waves.
“No, it’s just?—”
