Page 49 of Make Me Scream
“That’s the point, baby boy…” he grazes his nose along my throat, slowly pushing up until he grazes my chin, nearing my lips.
“F-fuck,” I groan, mind blanking out when Abel swipes his tongue over my lips, smearing his saliva over my face.
“Baby boy… you like that, huh?” he taunts me, and my dick has never been harder in my fucking life.
“Shut the fuck up,” I spit out, face igniting in flames that burn me alive.
“Oh, baby, trust me.” Abel leans in to whisper against my cheek, lips grazing my feverish skin. “Your secrets are always safe with me.” I squirm, hating howrighthe is.
“Get off me.”
“W-what?”
“Get off,” I spit, grabbing his hips and pushing him off. Abel clings to me like a suckerfish, not wanting to release his hold but having no choice because I’m much stronger.
“What are you doing?” he questions, staring up at me with wide, steely eyes.
“You need to go.” I look away. I can’t stand the sight of him at the moment… or maybe I can’t stand the way he’s looking atme right now, like he sees into me. Like he can see more than he should.
Like he always fucking does.
And I let him.
“Peris…”
“Abel,” I grit out. “I fucking mean it.”
He sighs loudly and flings the blankets off dramatically. “This is my room, you know,” he mutters as he sits up and scrubs a hand through his over-grown hair. I watch with a rapt gaze, loving the way his white-blond locks graze his stretched earlobes, the way the ends curl around the emerald stone.
Oh.I blink at him.It is, isn’t it?
“Right.” I sigh. “I’ll just go, then,” I mutter and push myself up and out of the bed.
“You don’t have to go, Peris,” he says to my back. I stiffen halfway to the door.
“Yeah, Abel. I do.” And with that, I walk out of the room and away from Abel, putting as much space between us as possible.
My dick is rock hard as I march into the bathroom without preamble, every muscle locked tight as I turn on the shower to the hottest setting. Steam slowly fills the room and clings to the mirror and my skin like Abel did all fucking night long.
I reach down and drop my briefs to the floor, feeling as they pool around my ankles. I step out of them and lean against the sink, head dropped between my shoulders. My muscles pull taut, strained from the weight of my head, but it feels good—something else to focus on—but then, my dick grazes the cupboard door, roaring back to the forefront of my mind, and I hiss, shoving away with a growl.
I stomp into the shower with a grimace, but once the water hits my skin, I hiss at the sting. Before long, I grow used to the temperature and melt into it, groaning as I roll my neck around,working the hot water into the knots formed from staying in one position all night long.
Thankfully, I have an entire week off of school and practice, so all I have to worry about is Abel and all the drama that surrounds him—which happens to be far too much lately.
The thought of my runt has me dropping my hand to my still-hard dick and wrapping my fingers around my shaft. I hiss at the contact and drop my head back between my shoulders. Water splashes my chest as I drop my left shoulder against the wall, leaning heavily against it.
Panting breaths escape my lips, water blowing out with each breath. I scrunch my eyes shut as I squeeze around my base lightly, imagining Abel’s small, delicate little fingers doing the same.
It’s not dissimilar, but it’s all I have because I can’t have him touching me right now—not after…
“Jesus Christ…” I mutter.Baby boy…What kind of name is that? And why did it make my dick so hard and my blood so hot? It doesn’t make any sense, but even now, I feel the chug of my heart in my sternum, the pulse of it in my throat as I swallow thickly.
My breaths speed up as I hear Abel’s voice in my head, almost as clear as if he were in the room with me.Baby boy, baby boy, baby boy.
I roll my head around, dripping hair flopping in front of my eyes as my hand moves faster on my shaft, stroking quicker. The friction of the water makes it burn that much better. I twist my fist and curl my fingers inward, pressing hard on the thick veins on the underside, groaning loudly at the pressure that nearly whites out my vision.
“Damn, baby boy. You’re really going at it in there.” A reverberant chuckle sounds that makes my bloodsing.
