Page 72 of Make Me Scream
Instead of taking us to what was our usual motel, he drives to the outskirts of town to the new hotel they just built a few months ago. As he pulls through the valet’s drive, I look up at the tall building. “Look at me, moving up in the world.”
“As you should, baby.”
“Thanks,” I mutter sarcastically.
“Don’t be so morose. What’s wrong?”
I blow out a breath that moves my hair off my forehead. “Sorry, it’s just been a shitty day. I need to let off some steam.”
“I’ve heard I can be good for that,” he muses, glancing at me. I look into his deep brown eyes, taking in his nicely cropped dark brown hair and fitted clothes. Typical rich boy shit.
It makes me wonder how old he really is… at least late twenties, if I had to guess, but it’s probably rude to ask.
“Yeah, baby. I’m sure you will be.” I smirk and grab his hand, ignoring the flip in my stomach telling me it’s wrong. “Let’s go.”
I stareat myself in front of the mirror, blonde hair wet and dripping down my back and shoulders. Water trails down my chest, the necklace Peris gave me adorning my neck, and my eyes follow a stray droplet as it falls down a pec and over my crooked nipple piercing before falling to the floor. I follow the path with a blunt nail, digging into my flesh until red wells beneath, staining me temporarily.
The thought brings me the smallest trace of relief, and it’s that sensation I cling to that gives me enough courage to open the door, towel cinched around my waist.
“Damn, baby. I forgot how good you look,” Jason drawls as I step into the bedroom. I flush at his praise, ducking my head and hiding behind my wet hair. Jason pushes himself up from the foot of the bed, a soft smile on his round, tanned face. He takes a few tentative steps toward me, and when he reaches me and I still don’t back away, he places his hand on my chin and slowly draws my face upward.
My eyes follow the line of his body until our gazes meet.
“I don’t remember you being so shy.”
“I’ve changed.” I can’t keep the bite out of my voice, hating the truth, even as I speak it.
“So, I see,” Jason muses.
“Is that a problem?”
“Of course not. I’m curious, is all. I find you utterly fascinating, Abel. Surely you must know that.” And then, he leans in, and I fuckingpanic.My hands reach up, palms finding rest on his chest.
“You can’t kiss me.”
“What?” he laughs.
“We can do whatever you want, but no kissing, okay?”
He pulls back, brows furrowed. “That’s a new rule,” he states, confused, which is valid because he knows how much I love kissing.
“Yes.” I don’t leave room for argument. His eyes flick between mine, looking for what, I’m not sure, but whatever he finds must be answer enough because he nods, and then, his mouth drops to my neck, and he latches onto the delicate skin just behind my earlobe.
My breath hitches, and I arch into the sensation. “Jesus,” I groan, hips rolling involuntarily.
“Miss this?” he asks as he mouths all fucking over me, and I moan loudly, giving him exactly what he wants. I’m putting on a bit of a show, of course, but it does feel really great. My dick starts to harden, so I thrust forward and start grinding my hips against his thigh, relishing in his slight hitch of breath,lovingthe effect I’m having on him.
“Didyoumissthis?” I ask him, reaching down and wrapping my fingers around his half-hard length and squeezing.
“Fuck,” he stutters, back bowing forward at the unexpected touch. I let him curl into me, arm wrapping around his shoulder as I whisper in his ear.
“Yeah, baby.Fuck.”
“You gonna make it worth it?”
I smirk against his skin. “Don’t I always?” I drop to my knees, eyes blinking owlishly up at Jason as I reach for the button on his slacks. His breathing slows as I slide his zipper down and let his pants and underwear fall to the floor, pooling around his ankles before he steps out of them.
His heavy cock springs free, bouncing in front of my face. I reach for it, grabbing him at his base to tongue at his glans. Jason’s breath hitches, stomach muscles clenching as I dip forward and mouth all over the head of his dick, lathering it in my spit.
