Page 63 of Make Me Scream
“Oh…oh!” he squeaks. “Really?” he glances around what I’m assuming is his room. “Right now?”
“But first, show me your room,” I demand, now curious.
“My room?”
“Yeah, puppy. I wanna see it. I wanna see the whole place, but for now, at least show me where you’re going to be sleeping.”
“Uh… Okay…” he scrambles out of bed and flips the camera around. The first thing I see is the cheap and broken accordion folding door, surrounded by yellow-stained walls. I gape as he spins the phone around the painfully small room before settling back on the twin bed in front of him. It’s bare of any sheets or blankets—and it’sstained.
I remember a few months ago, hell, even just a few weeks ago, I would’ve relished in this, but now, my stomach coils in anxious disgust.
“Abel…”
“Hey,” he laughs lightly, but I hear the tension straining his voice. “Let’s not, baby boy. We were havingsucha great time.”
I grit my teeth in resistance, but I can’t help but blurt, “I don’t fucking like this.”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes as he drops back on the bed. His hair puffs out around him, and my fingers ache to run through it. “No fucking shit, Peris.”
“Don’t be a smartass, Abel.”
“Oh, but who would I be if I wasn’t one, baby?”
“You might actually be a decent human being,” I mutter, barely hiding my smirk.
“Where’s the fun in that?” he waggles his brows and scoots down on the bed, folding one of his arms behind his head to get comfortable. His bridge piercing glints in the light, slightly crooked, and I want to yank on it.
“Tug on your piercing,” I demand. Abel splutters.
“Excuse me?” He coughs, rearing back.
“You heard me,” I say again, my face flushing slightly at my ridiculous command, butfuck,I want what I want, and I can’t fucking have it.
“You want me to… tug on my bridge piercing?...” he questions as his index and middle finger trace up the bridge of his slightly crooked nose to trail along the silver barbel.
“Yes,” I grit out, feeling my dick harden just watching him.
“You are one strange, strange boy,” he muses but does what I ask. His long fingers trace the bar with surprising delicacy, his blunt nail scratching silver before he grabs the ball on the right side and yanks harshly. It pulls through his skin, and it looks like it should hurt, but he doesn’t react in the slightest.
My breathing increases, chest starting to heave the longer he teases me—and it’sso fucking hot I’m losing my mind.
“Is that what you wanted, Peris?”
“Yes,” I grunt like the animal I feel taking over.
“Want me to do it again, baby boy?” he asks so softly, phone shaking slightly in his hand. His face blurs, and I nod, my throat closing up. He smirks that stupid fucking smirk—the one that sets my blood on fire and makes me want to throttle him. But he licks those fucking lips and grazes that barbell, reaching for the ball on the other side before tugging it in the opposite direction.
I hiss, hips thrusting upward as his flesh is stretched.
“Fuck, you really like that, don’t you?” Abel asks, seeming genuinely surprised.
“Yes,” I grunt, aching to reach my hand in my pants but resisting because Abel is all I see and all I want.
“W-why?” he stutters out, phone still shaking. I can make out his chest in the frame, and it’s heaving considerably, which makes my own breathing kick up another notch. I swallow, and then, I frown.
“You’re really questioningmykinks, puppy?”
He laughs, and I’ve never heard a better sound in my life. “Fair enough.” I relish in the echoes of it until Abel interrupts my musings. “So, are we gonna fuck or what?”
