Page 84 of Make Me Scream
I’m rapt, jaw falling slack as I watch him, and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. “Oh, fuck, baby boy. I’m gonna—” He arches his back against the steering wheel, honking it as cum spurts through my fist from his little hole.
Abel’s whimpers are loud and wanton. He rolls his head between his shoulders as he leans back against the steering wheel. All the while, the horn is blaring and cum oozes, my fist and our stomachs sticky.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, and it’s the feeling of his cum on my own dick, his twitching against mine from the aftershocks, that sends me over the edge, and I moan, dropping my chin to my chest as I come.
“Oh,” Abel squeaks, and then, his fist is moving over mine, sending me into a tailspin, and my moan turns into a long,drawn out groan as my vision whites out, static clinging to my ears.
“Damn, that was hot,” he says after a while, and I huff out a laugh, slowly coming back to myself.
“We’re a mess,” I mutter as I force open my heavy lids. Abel’s still perched on my lap, though he’s no longer leaning on the horn—which is definitely a good thing, but not that I would’ve realized in my state of disarray.
“Nothing new there, baby boy,” he says cheerfully as he leans down to press a chaste kiss to my lips. “Here.” He unhooks his boxers from his right leg and wipes the cum from our bodies before tossing it in the backseat. When he catches me glaring, he shoots me a wink. “A present for later.”
“You’re an ass,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.
“You love it,” he says easily, then freezes, eyes going wide, face paling. I wince, regret filling the small space of the car. It’s stifling and strangulating.
“Peris…”
“Let’s just take you back, okay?” I say as I yank my pants back up my hips, not even bothering to button them for the time being.
“Y-yeah,” he stutters. “Right. Okay…”
“Get dressed,” I mutter, and even though it’s weird, I still watch my runt as he dresses, eyes taking in every inch of his body greedily. He looks so fucking good, I feelsickwatching him, knowing how I feel and knowing he doesn’t return the sentiment, but Abel knows, and he lets me anyway, and it’s okay.
It’ll never be anything else between us.
By the time he’s dressed and I’m pulling out of the park, I have to crack a window to let out some of the stifling air suffocating me. It reeks of sex and Abel and disappointment.
“Baby…” he seems to hesitate, and my fingers tighten on the wheel before he finds something inside him continue. “You know I care about you, right?”
I glance over at him. Streetlamps pass, illuminating his face in blinking flashes. I come up to a stoplight and decide to watch him for a moment. Justmemorizehis face. The way it’s crooked and kinda ugly, but that’s what makes him so fucking pretty—how imperfect he is and how perfect that makes him for me.
“You know,” I start, swallowing heavily, “how people hate what they desire?”
“Yeah?...” Abel drawls slowly, brows tugging in confusion.
“Your ugly is what makes you pretty, Abel.” He sucks in a sharp breath, and I hit the gas, unable to keep looking at him as I speak. “I hated you because I wanted you. Couldn’t let myself feel that until I thought I was going to lose you, and then, it all came crashing down around me.” Lucy’s apartment building draws near, and I pull into the lot with bated breath.
“So… it’s like… you don’t know what you have ‘til you lose it, type of thing?” he asks.
“Something like that.” I rub the back of my neck.
“Okay.”
“Right.”
He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth as he stares off into the distance, and I just can’t take my eyes off of him. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat.
“Thank you,” Abel says, so softly.
I rear back, confused. “For what?”
“Loving me.” And when he finally looks at me, his eyes are swimming. He blinks, and a few tears fall, staining his pretty cheeks. “Never had that before.”
“Bullshit,” I tell him. “Ma loves you.”
“That’s different. I’ve never had…” He trails off and winces, bringing his hand to his chest to rub at it. I reach forward and clasp his hand in my own.
