Page 21 of Make Me Scream
He grinds his bony hips up into my aching cock, and I hiss. “Yeah. Feels like hatred.”
“That’s exactly what it is.” I spit in his face, and hesmiles—until I reach down and grab onto his thighs as tightly as I can, effectively wiping every trace of the smile off his face.
“Oh, does that hurt?” I taunt him, pressing deeper into the burns he put into his flesh yesterday.
“F-fuck you,” he stutters, face darkening in pain.
“Oh, how the tables have turned,” I murmur against his neck, grazing my teeth along his pulse point, relishing in the way it flutters against my tongue, like it’s aching to get closer.
My hips gyrate, sending our cocks, covered only by thin layers of cloth, sliding together. We groan simultaneously. Abel throws his head back while mine falls into the crook of his neck, and I breathe in everything he is—sour candies, cherries, and sweat. It’s repugnant in its sweetness, but at the same time, my dick lurches, and I inhale deeper, needingmoremoremore.
“Jesus fuckingChrist,” I moan, digging my thumbs into the hollows of his narrow hips, gritting my teeth at the burning friction but needing more.
“Oh, god,Peris,” Abel whimpers, and fuckme,it goes straight to my balls. I stop grinding my hips into his with a hiss, hating the disconnect as much as I need it. Abel wriggles, hands clawing at the open air where I still have him pinned.
“What’re you doing?” he whines, head thrashing.
“Give me a fucking second,” I grind out through heaving breaths, willing my dick to calm down. Each pulsating beat is centered in my balls, throbbing so painfully good, I want nothing more than to let go—but not before I’m inside his tight pussy again.
I need it.
Abel giggles, eyes crinkling in the pink light, and when I meet his gaze, he smirks at me, too-full bottom lip captured between crooked teeth.What a little shit.
“Laugh it up, runt,” I mutter, reaching down and discarding my briefs and tugging on my balls to ensure a graze isn’t going to make me shoot my load. “You’re the one that’s going to be coming here in a minute.”
His brow arches. “A minute? That’s ambitious.” He licks his lips and thrusts his little cock in the air, as if to remind me it’s still there—as if I could ever fucking forget my…
Fuck.
Abel Silver was mygay awakening.
Well, that’s fucking fantastic.
I am never telling him that as long as I fucking live.
“You’re gonna fucking thinkambitious,” I mutter, feeling indignant as I rip his boxers off and lick a broad stripe up the front of his dick.
“Ohhh,” he moans noisily, and I’ve never been more glad Mom’s at work becauseJesus, this boy is loud.
“Mmm,” I moan against him as I circle his glans, flicking my tongue around his slit. His precum soaks into my tongue, and I shudder at the bitter taste, pulling back slightly. I blink a few times, absorbing the taste before dipping back in for more.
Abel’s back arches, hands slapping down onto my head. I grunt at the impact as his fingers delve messily into my hair, yanking and tangling into the strands, guiding me this way and that, telling me without using his words what he likes and where he wants me.
Heat burns inside me for more than one reason.
Abel’s cock is in my mouth, and it’sso fucking hot and hard and wet.
But he knows what he likes and how to get it and I don’t likethat.
My teeth clamp down of their own volition, and Abel’s screams aremusicto my ears. His flesh is oddly soft as I squeeze until I feel the veins running along his shaft pulsating against the tip of my tongue.
“Oh, fuck! What the fuck?! Peris!” Strands are ripped out of my skull as Abel tries to yank my head away from his dick. I keep my teeth locked in place—not tight enough to break skin, butmore than enough to hurt, I’m sure—if his screams are anything to go by.
I glance up at his flushed face, made more pink by the glow of my alarm clock. Sweat clings to his skin, his eyes wild and crazed as his chest heaves uncontrollably. Tears spill from his long lashes, dripping down onto the bed below, staining my sheets and leaving traces of memories for me to reminisce on later.
“P-please,” he begs, loosening his grip as more tears spill over. They fall in such perfect succession. I feel my teeth loosen their grip so I can crawl up his body and trace the salty paths with my tongue.
Abel heaves out a breath of relief, but when my dick slides against his spit-slick one, he’s still hard, and that tells me all I need to know.
