Page 64 of Make Me Scream
I blow out a breath and roll my eyes. “Leave it to you,” I mutter, and he feigns indignation.
“What?” he gasps, hand to his chest as he drops his jaw. “Moi?”
“Fuck you. Now I’m not in the mood.”
“Oh, come on, baby boy,” he purrs, bringing the phone close enough I can see the dilation of his pupils. “You’re always in the mood for me.”
“I want your pussy, but I damn well can’t have that, now can I, puppy? So, it’s not really fair of you to fucking tease me.”
“Oh, f-fuck,” he stutters, his face flushing so brightly, I can tell even in the shadows. His reaction has more blood rushing to my groin, and I finally give in to the urge to shove my hand down my pants. The relief is instant, and I release a groan. Abel’s resounding squeak is music to my ears.
“You know, for such a little whore, you sure do act like an innocent prude,” I mutter as I jack myself off to his pretty little noises.
Abel’s phone shakes considerably as he does what I assume to be the same. His breaths come out in short, breathy pants as he says, “And for a homophobic virgin, you sure act like a dirty slut.”
My heart knocks against my breastbone. “Jesus Christ.” I gasp, squeezing my dick right at the glans to keep myself from coming. “You’re a dirty boy,” I spit through gritted teeth.
“Says the nasty one,” he retorts easily.
“We’re one in the same, aren’t we, runt?” My balls draw up close, and I reach around my shaft to press two fingers against my taint, gasping at the zing that shoots through my entire fucking groin.
“I guess we are, baby boy. Shared madness and all that.”
“Hmm.” I groan loudly, too lost in sensation as I press and squeeze simultaneously with the one free hand that I have, trying my best to keep Abel in the frame with the other, but it’s beyond difficult when I can barely fucking see through my blurred vision.
“Oh, you’re about to shoot for me, aren’t you?” he purrs so softly, and I whimper. “Come on, baby boy. Come for your puppy.” And fuck me,I do.
Cum shoots up my abdomen, staining the shirt that had ridden up my chest and nearly hitting my phone that now slumps against the left side of my bed, where I’d dropped my hand in the middle of my orgasm.
I’m panting helplessly, seeing nothing but a blur as I stare up at my ceiling, skin buzzing and muscles screaming in bliss.
“Let me see you,” my runt murmurs, and I slowly roll to my side, bringing the phone close to my face. Abel gasps, and I watch with rapt attention as he quickly brings himself off, his own phone shaking as he works his little cock. He angles the phone down without having to be asked, and I have the pleasure of watching his release spurt from his hole and up his stomach in thick, white globs—and Iacheto fucking taste it.
“Eat it for me, puppy,” I say breathlessly. Abel sighs softly and swipes his fingers through the mess, his dick now resting on his abdomen, slowly softening, and he brings them to his lips to suck on them.
We hum simultaneously, both of us curled on our sides, phones wedged in the crooks of our arms as we bask in post-coital bliss together. It’s not the same, but we’re together, and that’s something where Abel’s concerned.
“I was worried you’d turn away from me when you left,” I tell him in a rare show of honesty sometime later, long after the sun has set and everyone’s been asleep for hours. I’m pretty sure we’ve been dozing for some time but keep waking to smile at one another occasionally.
It’s weird, but also… not.
“There’s still time,” he says truthfully, and I nod, but I refuse to accept that.
“I don’t fucking think so, runt,” I tell him with a big yawn. My eyes refuse to open again, and I nuzzle into my blanket as I listen to the sound of his breathing. “You’re mine,” I remind him tiredly.
“Yeah, Peris. I know,” he says softly as I fade into nothingness.
CHAPTER 21
ABEL
“Abel,I want you to meet Adam, my boyfriend.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mutter into my bowl of dry, expired oatmeal.
“Abel!” Lucy hisses angrily, and I roll my eyes, forcing myself to look up at the greaseball standing in front of me. He’s tall, and his dark hair clings to his forehead, which is broken out with scabs. Our eyes meet with a quick flash, and the look I see with his dilated pupils has me squirming in my seat, desperate to get away.
I drop my head back down, my barely-there appetite gone in a flash.
