Page 83 of Make Me Scream
I reach around and dig my hands into Abel’s ass, needing something to hold onto before I completely fall away and into something I can never come back from.
Abel whimpers against my throat, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as he presses his entire front to mine. His bare chest against mine makes me dizzy. I squeeze his ass as he rocks his hips, sending his cock grinding against mine. I grit my teeth. “Too dry, pup,” I tell him through clenched teeth, and he gasps.
“Oh,” he says breathily, and I feel dizzy. He pulls back, and I regret saying anything, but then, I watch as Abel leans back, a heavy pink blush staining his cheeks. He avoids my gaze as he works his throat. Then, he opens his mouth, and I watch as a long string of saliva drips from his lips and onto our cocks. I hiss, eyes rolling back as he reaches down and spreads his spit down our shafts, a cheeky fucking smirk in place as he massages us together with both hands.
He squeezes our shafts, working us in tandem, and the glide feels incredible, but of course, he lets go too soon, only todrop his crotch to grind against me, and suddenly nothing else matters.
“Jesus Christ,” I swear, digging bruises into his ass. Abel hisses, and I know I’m hurting him—but I also know he loves it.
“I fucking missed this,” he groans loudly, hips working as he stares down at our shafts sliding against each other. I follow his line of sight—and I’ve got to admit, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
I can’t believe I ever doubted myself and want I want—what Ineed.But no… I know why, and I know a part of me still does and always will. It’ll never go away—that tiny little inkling of whathedid and how it affected me. It’s just… myobsessionwith Abel is much stronger, and the prospect of losing him, how real it felt… it just became more to me than whatLukedid.
He doesn’t deserve that power over me.
If anyone does, it’s Abel… not that I let him. He just fucking took it, but he has it now, and there’s no going back.
He’s mine, and as much as I might loathe it, every part of me is his.
“Fuck, I love you.” The words are out before I can stop them.
“What?” Abel stops, and suddenly, the car feels much colder, like the snow outside has made its way in. “What did you say?” he croaks.
“Fuck,” I repeat. Heat envelops my face, crawling up to my scalp and devouring me as it quickly makes its way downward. I swallow the lump lodged in my throat as I avoid Abel’s gaze. I feel his gray, steel eyes staring into me like fuckingnails.
“Peris.”
“Abel, let’s not?—”
“What did you say?” he asks again, his voice cracking and softer than I’ve ever heard it.
The constriction of my throat won’t let me repeat it, so I say instead, “You heard me, runt.”
“No,” he shakes his head vehemently. “I don’t think I did.” Softer, “I couldn’t have…”
“You did.” I reach up and tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear, lips curving into the only smile I can manage, still avoiding his eyes. I’m ashamed. It’s pathetic and pitiful, but it’s true, nonetheless. I trace the curve of his ear, around the plug in his earlobe before following down his neck to his pulse point, where I keep my fingers. It’s hammering away against them, and that brings me some relief—to know I’m not the only one affected.
“Peris…” Abel’s trembling against me.
“Let’s not do this,” I say, voice a bit harder. I know he won’t say it back. Someone like Abel Silver could never love. It’s not in his nature.
“You don’t—” I cut him off with a brutal kiss because I know I can’t stand to hear the denial on his lips. It’ll rip me to shreds hearing him say he can’t love me. Knowing and hearing it from the person are two very different things, and I’d rather just live how I am.
“Peris,” he tries to say against me, but I don’t let him get any further.
“Don’t, puppy. Just kiss me.Please,” I add, knowing that’ll do the trick.
“Shit. Okay. Fine.” Abel’s hands come up to cup my face, and that nearly breaks me. My breath hitches, and something reminiscent of a sob breaks through my lips. I’d be embarrassed if it were anyone else, but Abel just takes it for what it is and kisses me until I can’t fucking breathe. He licks every inch of my mouth, tongue skimming all of my teeth, flicking the underside of my own tongue before they twine and dance in a brutal battle neither of us will ever win.
I get lost in it all—especially when he starts rocking his hips again, a fresh wad of spit lubricating our shafts. My heart beatsin my throat, choking me as Abel clings to me, arms wrapped tightly around my neck, keeping me pinned as close as possible.
There’s not an inch of skin that’s not touching. I’m sweating, he’s sweating, and we’re sliding, and it’s glorious. He pants into me, and I into him. He tastes of fruit and alcohol, and I feel high on it.
“Oh, God, Peris,” he keens, his back arching, and I reach down and wrap my fingers around us, which only makes him moan louder. His dick twitches, and I rip my mouth away to look down at the both of us together.
His dick is a bit smaller, but it looks so fucking good against mine. His shaft is a shade lighter than mine, but our glans are about the same shade, a dark pinkish color, both angry looking from how hard we are right now. I jerk upward in a tight grip, causing Abel to squeal before swiping my thumb over his cockhead.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” he chants, rocking his hips so fast, his dick slips in and out of my grip as hefucks my fist.
