Page 65 of Make Me Pretty
Abel’s movements stutter, hips jerking to a stop. His cock bobs where it’s curved up against his stomach, the glans smearing around in his happy trail. My fingers twitch to drag through it, over it. To dig my nail beneath the bulbous head.
It’s too dark to make out his complexion, but I have a feeling he’s blushing, whichfuck me,if that doesn’t make me lose the plot a bit.
I shoot upward and yank Abel against me as I flip us over. His back drops onto the mattress with a breathless grunt, followed by mutual pained moans when I settle between his spread thighs with a thrust that sends his skinny cock dragging over my abdomen.
“Answer me,” I grunt into his neck.
His breath is faster than I’ve ever heard it, even more so than when I choked him with my cock. It makes my lips twitch.
“Just didn’t—didn’t have anything,” he answers between each inhale, fingers scratching down my spine. I huff in disbelief.
“Figured a whore like you would always be prepared.” I pinch his skin between my teeth and pull back. Abel hisses and rises in the direction of my mouth. Gnashing my teeth together, I relish in the pliability of his flesh, gnawing until I taste copper. “I like my pussy wet, runt.” I pause, dart my eyes between his. When he doesn’t move, I slam into him just to make him scream. “So make it fuckingwet.”
“W-with what?” he chokes out, throat clogged with tears. Emitting what I can’t, and it’smusic to my ears.
“Lotion. In the drawer.” I jerk my head to my bedside table.
“You can’t grab it?”
I pull from his heat with a hiss as my palm connects with his cheek without thinking. Abel’s head snaps to the right, nose nearly buried in my pillowcase.
My cock bobs between us, skimming the inside of his thigh when his own hand comes up to cradle his face. My own follows in a gentle caress. “No, I can’t.”
Time slows in the fraction of a second between Abel’s thought process and the movement of his reaction. He shoves up, nearly headbutting me as his own arm jerks around, and then knobby, scarred knuckles burst into flames along my jaw.
The force of his punch knocks me back as I fall on my haunches, blinking rapidly through the flashes dotting my vision. Abel’s shoulders graze his ears, entire body vibrating with rage. His lip is fish-hooked, nostrils flared, tiny fists balled tight.
I stare agape, cracking open my mouth with a pop in my jaw. A throbbing pulse radiates at the junction of bone, where it travels around my neck and down my spine.
I blink again. Catch my lip between my teeth as I finger what I know will be a bruise tomorrow. “Did you just fucking hit me?”
“Didyoujust hitme?” he snaps back, lashes fluttering rapidly like he’s holding back tears. I crack a smile so wide, I wince when my jaw pops again.
“Tit for tat,” I murmur as I drop my hand to my dick to squeeze the base when my balls pulse with impending release. My head rolls as I fight it back, breathing through each pulse like a black heartbeat over my vision.
“Are you gonna come?” Abel asks, sounding incredulous.
I suck my teeth. “Not until I’m inside you again. Oh, don’t give me that look. You and I both know you want to be filled, runt.” I lean down until the tips of our noses press together. I go a bit cross-eyed as I say, “I mean, that’s why I’m not wearing a condom right now, isn’t it?”
His throat rolls, the sharp cartilage drawing my focus. I dip in to nip at it. “I didn’t even?—”
“Too late now,” I whisper.It’s too late for so much.
He shudders, and the taste of his goosebumps creates some of my own.
With a trembling hand, Abel reaches across the bed, toward my nightstand, but the bracket of his legs around mine keeps him trapped. Grunting softly, he rolls and yanks it open. Things rattle around inside as he digs, eventually coming out with a small bottle of lube.
He holds it up with his back to me. My gaze follows the elongated curve of his spine and over the swell of his ass cheeks mere inches away. An ass I was just buried inside of. So hot and tight andimpossible—“You were really gonna make me use lotion?” Abel demands.
“Forgot it was in there,” I reply honestly. That makes him laugh for some reason. “What?”
“Nothin’, babe. You gonna watch me?” he asks coyly as he drops back on the mattress, spreading his legs wide around my hips. I stare down at him.
“As opposed to… what?”
Abel pops the cap and squeezes the liquid on his fingers. His hand snakes between his legs, forearm dragging along his cock as his fingers disappear in his cleft. He wriggles for a moment. “Just didn’t think you’d want to see, is all.” His answer is softer, unsure.
“I thought I made it clear your hole is mine.”Mine… he’s mine.
