Page 61 of Make Me Pretty
Keeping my left knee planted on the bed, I shift my right, digging my toes into the mattress to hover over Peris’s length. I pull my boxers to the side, bunching the flowy fabric into the crease of my smarting thigh and drop down, rolling my hips a little to get his slick cock to slide through my cleft.
My eyes roll back with a breathless groan. It’s been a while since I’ve been properly fucked—since Jason, really—and something tells me Peris is more than up for the task.
Tears flood my eyes at the sharp, prickling burn as the culmination sinks in.Fuck, I finally get to have it. Have him.
My mind is warring against the two imaginary beings on either shoulder as my dirty fingers delve into my mouth, andI lather them in spit. I swipe them over my hole, smearing as much excess as I can before wrapping my fingers around Peris’s girth. My thighs tremble as I line him up to my hole, breath hitching when his bulbous head slides against me, feeling so much bigger than it looks.
Peris moans painfully, and his thighs bunch beneath me. I still, chest heaving as I wait for him to settle. How fucked up this really is should affect me in some way. His inability to consent. What I’mtaking.But I know this is what Peris needs. Despite all my games and half-truths, he needs to not feel disgusted with himself for wanting what he wants. No guilt, no trepidation. No lies. No matter what, orwho,it is—without shame. Because even with the trauma we’ve suffered, we’re fucking allowed to take what we need.Bewho we need.
And I wanna give him this amidst his nightmare, shift the pain into something better. Something hecancontrol. Because having it meanseverything.
Fire licks around my ring as I press down and Peris’s cockhead breaches me, but the stretch is infinitesimal in comparison to the unwavering elation. “Fuck,” I groan, legs shaking and stomach tensing as I keep myself perched so I don’t rip open completely.
I want the pain of this. I want it to hurt, but I also don’t want to bleed. It’d ruin the mood, just a bit.
Peris’s head rolls back and forth, hands flexing, fingers clawing into the sheets. Shadowy veins bulge and dance. The scratching is loud in succession with my panting as I press back, but his hips buck up, forcing more inside me much too soon. I cry out, body instinctively clenching around him, turning the fire to molten lava.
His hands find my hips, just above the waistband of my underwear, and I whimper as he digs in deep enough to bruise. Iuse his touch as an anchor, hardened steel against pliable flesh, to force my muscles to relax.
With a deep inhale, I rock my hips. A short, gentle up and down movement that puts a little more of his cock in me with each fall. When the burn in my lungs grows unbearable, I drop the rest of the way down. When my ass smacks against his upper thighs, my head falls back between my shoulders, and my eyes roll closed.
Ardent flames lick along my intestines, contrasting with the heavy drag of water against my face until they become one with a rapturous collision.
“Peris.”
A gasp.
His eyes fly open, the whites all I can see as they pin straight to me. I fall motionless, allowing him to take me in. Where I am and what I’m doing.
I know it’s overwhelming. For a nightmare to bleed into something so impossibly good. So unreal.
“A-Abel?” he croaks, sounding disoriented and…scared.
I nod, but I don’t know if he can see me, so I whisper, “Yes. It’s just me.”
“What—” I roll my hips, groaning as his dick shifts inside me. His cockhead bumps my prostate, and I grit my teeth at the sharp tug in my groin.
Peris’s hips buck, sending me tumbling. I grasp for purchase, nails scoring over his chest as I fall face-first into it. His hands move from my hips to my face, fingers digging into my cheeks as he rips my face away from him like he can’t stand the touch.
The arch of his thumb and index finger touch through the flesh of my cheeks, my lips parted in the shape of a figure eight. His eyes dart back and forth between mine, a flash of white as he searches for something.
The pulsing throb of his touch radiates down my jaw, shooting straight to my dick. I whimper as it flexes against Peris’s stomach. The drag of hard flesh makes him jolt out of his skin, arm ripped from my face as he rears back.
My jaw cracks with newfound freedom as I roll my hips again slowly, mind hazy and churning.
His chest is heaving, breath loud and balmy as it fans over my torso. His grimace is so sharp and hauntingly raw as he stares down between my legs with wide, fear-filled eyes. I don’t know how much he can see in the blurry, pink glow, but I hope it’s enough.
Peris scrunches his eyes shut as he turns his head to bury his nose in the pillow. With an inhale, his stomach dips, causing his ribs to jut out as he holds it in, choking out a breathless, “I-I can’t. I’m gonna be sick.” He convulses on a retch, and the bowing of his body sends him deeper inside of me, making the both of us groan in unison at the newfound drag of friction.
I wrap my fingers around Peris’s biceps and dig my nails in until they’re buried in flesh. “Look at me.” He swallows and shakes his head, tendons bulging as he turns further away, as if he could ever find solace in the cotton of his pillow.
My chest aches for him.
Keeping myself still when I can feel the twitching of his dick inside me brings on a whole new level of self-control I didn’t know I possessed. But I manage through gritted teeth and the feel of his body, so tragically vulnerable, beneath me.
“Peris.”
He gags, catching it on a gasp. “Abel,” his voice wavers, “you have to—this is too much. I can’t. N-not after that—” His legs are spasming, hips gyrating of what seems to be their own accord. It sends warmth coursing through me, and I want nothing more than to drop my head back and justfeel,but I have to get Peris there, too.
