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“Abel,” I gasp, and my hand stills on my cock, my heart shooting straight into my throat, even as my balls throb painfully.
“Don’t stop on my account. I know your dick isthrobbing, baby.” And oh, God, it is. “Come on, Peri…” I hear his soft footsteps approach, watch his shadow draw near. His fingers wrap around the edge of the shower door, but he doesn’t open it, just leaves me with the view of his chewed fingernails. Nails I know would feelso fucking gooddigging into my skin, so I dig my own in with a groan.
His voice is nothing but a whisper against the glass. “Be a good boy and come for me.”
“Oh, s-shit,” I stutter as my hand moves of its own volition, fingers tighter around the base, fist twisting as I move up around my head, pressing just under the glans.
The pressure is insane, and my eyes roll back, breath punching out in sharp little grunts.
“That’s it. Come on. Just a little more, baby. You can do it.” Abel talks me through it, drawing my orgasm closer to the precipice.
I’m losing my fucking mind.
“Runt…”
“Yeah, baby boy?”
“Shut the fuck up,” I grunt on a particularly nasty twist of my fist, precum spilling from my hole and dripping onto the tile, mixing with the water flooding at my feet. Abeltsks,the sound barely audible over the thundering of the shower.
“But you don’t want that, do you?” The door slowly creaks open, and wide, silver orbs coil around every inch of my skin, crucifying me for every sin I’ve ever committed—and falling for Abel Silver has been the worst of them all.
“No,” I rasp, unable to look away.
“Then give me what I want,” he says, never looking away—not for a moment. Not even to watch the cum spurt from cock as I double over from the force, eyes clenched shut in subliminal bliss.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he whispers, and I shiver as his fingers graze my spent cock. I slump against the shower wall, trembling from the force of my orgasm and the chill of the air skittering over my pebbled skin.
Abel steps into the shower, uncaring that he’s still clad in his boxers, to press a kiss to my lips. I blink in surprise, my eyes wide as he molds his lips to mine, kissing me slowly and softly as the water cascades down on us like a velvety waterfall.
My heart is in my throat, hammering away.
It’s okay…
It doesn’t matter.
He’s my Abel.
After a few seconds, my eyelids flutter closed, and I allow myself to fall into the vortex that is Abel Silver and all our anguished nightmares.
It’s a sick kind of fusion, one that doesn’t make sense—one that shouldn’t exist but does and can’t be undone now that we’re living in it.
A tongue flicks out against mine, and I sigh as I part my lips, allowing him entry. Abel kisses me like he’s memorizing me, tongue licking every tooth, massaging my own tongue, swallowing my spit, even as he dispenses his own into my mouth—which I swallow greedily.
It’s messy and hot and soft all at the same time.
When the water runs cold, Abel pulls back with a jerking gasp, his gray eyes wide in shock. I reach around him and turn off the spray, shivering uncontrollably. Abel’s teeth chatter and clack, but neither of us make a move.
“You’re so good,” he says after a moment, and my brows furrow in confusion.
“What?”
He steps forward and grabs my face, stepping up on both his tiptoes, pulling me as close as he can without our faces touching. “Don’t forget that.” And then, he releases me and steps out of the shower, shaking his small frame like a tiny little dog dispensing water. I can’t help a small laugh at the sight, which Abel returns with a smirk as he wraps a towel around his waist.
And then, he leaves, shaking his scrawny little ass, and I’m left shivering in the cold, confused and horny all over again.
CHAPTER 18
PERIS
