Page 34 of Make Me Bleed
“Cucumber?”
“Hope it burns,” I tell him as I squirt some on my fingers and spread it over his hole, making him hiss.
“Fuck, that’s cold.” His body breaks out in goosebumps, and I follow the path of some with my tongue as I bend over his back and work a finger inside of him. Then another almost immediately. He hisses, and I don’t care. He feels so fucking hot and tight around me, and I can’t believe I’m inside him again after all this time…
“I can’t believe it either,” comes Abel’s response, which makes me realize I said it out loud. “Fuck, Peris. More.” I add another finger at his plea, and soon enough, he’s taking three of my fingers with ease, pushing back on my hand,fuckinghimself on my fingers, and I want to bite him. So, I do.
I sink my teeth into the rounded flesh of his ass and relish in his scream as my teeth leave their mark, along with a streak of blood.
I only hope it leaves a scar we share.
“Peris, please,” Abel cries out, clenching tightly around my fingers, and I pull them out slowly, relishing in the squelching noise he makes when they’re finally free, while Abel’s face heats with embarrassment.
I lather my cock in the lotion and line up with his already puffy hole. I drag my blunt nail over the rim, making him hiss. I can’t believe this is happening again.
I’ve been inside his body before, many times, but it’s been so long, it’ll be like the first time all over again… and with that, I thrust forward, one hand wrapped around my base, the other tight on his hip as I angle down and sink into my runt’s tight, warm heat.
“Oh… oh, fucking shit,” I hiss as I slide in slowly and finally bottom out, hips stuttering. My eyes roll back, lids fluttering closed to fight against the sting battering them.
“Peris…” Abel moans loud and long, back arching beautifully as he takes me as deeply into his small body as he can, and I find myself tracing the octopus tattoo on his hip as I wait for thestinging in my eyes to abate before continuing. “Move, please. Shit.” Abel’s lithe body jerks backward, forcing me just a bit deeper, and I grunt, not having expected it.
“Greedy little thing, fuck,” I mutter. Securing my hold on him with my fingers curled into the hollows of his hips, I start a steady but brutal pace. Hard but slow, wanting it to last, but knowing it won’t because it’s been too long. I haven’t felt like this since the last time, and it’s Abel, for fuck’s sake.
He always brings out the worst in me.
I reach forward and grab his throat, securing my fingers around his neck to haul him against my chest so he can plant himself in my lap. He gasps as he sinks down as deeply as he can on my cock, mouth dropping open. Drool drips from his lips, and I wish I was at the right angle to lick it from him.
But at any rate, I tighten my fingers, making his breath stutter. “Oh, oh, s-shit.” I thrust upward, jostling Abel in place, making him cry out and mewl pathetically, and each little noise is music to my ears.
His bare back is sweaty, plastered to my front, and we slide effortlessly together. I drag my hand up his stomach, over the thick line of hair on his abdomen, to the ring in his belly button, which jingles with each jarring thrust upward. Up his chest, meeting my other arm, and then back down, exploring every inch like it’s all new—because in a way, it is.
Abel has grown into this body. He’s made it his own.
My fingers find their way between his thighs. I bypass his hard, little cock completely, and when my fingertips skim along his outer thighs and Abel whimpers, he knows exactly what I’m doing.
I find the scars as easy as I find breath, and I press against his wicked, warped smileys, remembering and hating and needing, all in the same inhale.
When I exhale, Abel is screaming as he comes untouched against me, and the feeling of his pussy clamped too tight around me is enough for me to see black as my vision darkens and I find my release inside my runt.
“Fuck,” I groan lowly, holding him as tightly as I can against me, sweaty body to sweaty body, mate to mate. Hate to madness and messy offerings to gods unknown to me.
“Fuck is right,” Abel mewls, stretching back against me, and the clenching of his hole as he moves to slide off me makes me moan.
“What the fuck,” I say as I drop back on the bed with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. It’s then I realize when the breeze kicks the blinds inward that I left the fucking door open, and it’s actually freezing in here. The air cools my sweaty body instantly, leaving me shivering.
I need a cigarette.
I roll to the side and swipe my hands along the ground, searching for my pack when something grazes my bicep.
“Looking for these?” I turn slowly, blood running cold. Abel’s holding out my cigarettes, with one of them already between his lips, but it’s unlit, just sitting there. Reminiscent of old times.
“Yes.” And I reach forward and snatch it out of his mouth, hating to see it there as much as I love it. I take the lighter from him as well, neither of us voicing how it’s pink, and flop back on the bed with a groan as the nicotine makes its way into my body.
I take another drag too soon, relishing in the way it makes me lightheaded.
“Let me get some of that.”
And I give it to him because what else am I going to do?
