Page 40 of Make Me Pretty
I hate it. That I even want this at all, but fuck, it’s good.
He’sgood…
I slam my hips forward, lodging myself into the back of his throat. The tight contraction of muscles makes the white walls warp.
“How many dicks have been in this throat?” I grunt as I reach down to press my finger along his swollen neck, hating the flare of something akin to jealousy in my chest. Abel gurgles around my cock. Spit smears across my skin, dripping down my balls. I pull back just enough to let him suck in a lungful of oxygen before I’m suffocating him again.
“You know what?” I shudder and drop my head between my shoulders. “Never mind. You’re so much prettier when you don’t fucking talk.” His eyes are scrunched shut, lashes matted with tears, where they pool before dripping down pale skin that is flushed a bright pink, stained with my handprints.
I cup the side of his hot face with one hand, thumb pressed to his malar bone so I can feel those tears on my skin. With the other, I cup the back of his head, hair twined between my fingers as I fuck into his throat. He swallows around me, making my vision blur at the edges, the heat in my groin smoldering.
With a hiss, I pull myself from his eager mouth to rip his sweatshirt over his head, fighting to keep my balance. I want his bare skin on display for me—every pale inch. But his jeans stay on, my foot still compressing his feeble, little erection. He doesn’t get the pleasure of coming for all the relentless taunting he’s done.
No. This one’s for me.
Abel falls back on his haunches, torso quivering from the rush of cool air. His skin is pimpled with gooseflesh, small nipples peaked. My eyes rake over his body, taking in every severe curve of his ribs, the sharp concave of his stomach, his happy trail.
I pause on the barbell through one of his nipples, positioned slightly asymmetrical. I flick it, relishing in his pained hiss. Then, I grab the ball on the end and tug, watching his nipple extend past what I know feels good, bordering on acute pain. “What? D’you pierce this yourself?”
“Peris,” Abel blurts in a rush, the sound of my name no more than a plea. I ignore him easily, excitedly, as I grab the other side and pull it in the opposite direction. Once I’m given a satisfactory whine, I move on to abuse more parts of his body—just to see how far I can go.
I score my nails over his small chest, creating bright red tracks in my wake. Down over his sharp ribs and narrow waist. Over the thick line of hair that disappears beneath his silver studded belt and pastel pink boxers.
My mouth is dry, but my hands are surprisingly steady at the reality of his skin against mine. His body before me, ready andwilling with teeth bared, ready to snap and gnaw. To chew me into pieces. Leave me gaping and bleeding, having taken what he wanted.
He’s so perfectly hideous.And I want him—every internal voice screaming otherwise, be damned.
“Peris, stop!” Abel pushes against my bare thighs, nails digging deep into my sweat-dampened skin. I hiss, clutching at his shoulder to keep him where I want him—pinned to the wall. Snatching his chin, I force him to look up at me, and all I see is smug hatred.
Oh, runt, you have no idea what you’ve done to me.
“You’re sorely mistaken if you think you have a way out of this,” I purr, brushing my thumb back and forth over his jaw. “This is what you’ve wanted the whole time, no?” I lift a brow. He swallows loudly, fingers digging a little deeper into my skin. My heartbeat radiates beneath them—and it feels good.
I deserve it for what I’m about to fall into.
“What was the end goal, exactly? You want me to admit I’m gay; is that it? So you can get the satisfaction of outing the closeted jock.” That part isn’t a question but the fucking truth. It burns as it’s ripped from my lips, and I have no choice but to feel the brand as it washes over me like a swell. Heavy and enthralling and suffocating.
I grab my dick at the base, holding it with a tight grip to rub my head back and forth over Abel’s mouth. He parts his lips, and hot, damp breath kisses my sensitized flesh. “Exceptyou’rethe one on your knees, salivating over my dick in your mouth.” I sigh. “And with a face like this…” I press the arch of my thumb to the center of his fat, chapped bottom lip, right below my dick. “I could easily pretend you’re a girl.”
That makes Abel tense, body shifting from trembling anticipation to rigid unease. “Mmm,” I purr, feeling my lips twistnastily at that little revelation. “You don’t like that.” He squirms more, ass sashaying back and forth. “Or maybe you do…”
The muscles in my jaw contract. My fingers tighten, gut coiling. “I bet you have such a pretty pussy, too. So used up, I wouldn’t have to do a thing to slip right inside of you.” My dick has its own heartbeat; I can see my veins pulsing. Abel notices too, his eyes dropping from my face to my dick. He stares greedily, tongue darting out to wet his lips, stealing a quick taste of my oozing slit.
I shudder, then lock my molars together. “Don’t worry, runt. I’ll keep your dirty little secret if you keep mine. Can’t have anyone knowing I like to fuck the trash.” Abel whimpers as his whole body convulses. His dick jerks under my foot, making my lips quirk.
“Yeah,” I breathe shakily as I slide back into his awaiting mouth with ease, watching those fat lips of his stretch until they’re bloodless. “Shit.” I grunt when Abel’s tongue flattens out, curling around my girth. “Of course, you like that. You like forcing people’s secrets to the surface while hiding your own. Not surprising with how fucked up you are.”
We’re one and the same.
Abel bobs his head, falling into a sort of frenzy as he slurps on my dick. Saliva smears across my groin, dripping down my thighs, my balls. Onto his jean-clad thighs. It’s messy and disgusting, and I should force him to slow down again. To make this humiliation last. To blemish his porcelain skin with marks and bruises, marred with a heavy, pink flush. To see tears fall unbidden, followed by breathless, pathetic little pants and moans. But the fervency unraveling in my groin and at the base of my spine is all-consuming and asphyxiating.
My hands find his hair greedily, digging in and clenching hard. And fuck, if his silky strands don’t feel like a heaven in Hell. I lose my mind, thrusting blindly into the tight warmthof his throat. “Just pathetic,” I pant heavily, gaze locked on the flutter of his dark lashes. “D-disgusting.” Abel buries his nose in my pubic hair and swallows. My spine bows, my head falling back between my shoulders as my vision whites out. “So. Fuckin’. Ugly.” I force each word out through sharp, panting breaths, their truths pulled from my most warped, sadistic thoughts—the ones I’ve always kept buried—but now… now they’re unfettered and uncontrollable.
And just as much about me as they are about him.
A vibrating hum travels from the head of my dick to the base, furrowing down where it blooms outward and intensifies. My balls are drawn up tight, the toes of one foot curled against the concrete and the other against the rough, worn fabric of Abel’s jeans—and it’s the throb and pulsating of Abel’s cock against my foot that sends me over the edge.
I rip myself out of the back of his tight throat with pained regret, my hand already flying up and down my length. Theshlickof his saliva is obscene, flooding my face with heat as the sound echoes off the cold, concrete walls.
