Page 85 of Make Me Bleed
“What do you mean…”
“Take a shower with me, baby.”
Abel runs his tongue along the fronts of his teeth before sucking it back into his mouth. “What’s in it for me?”
“Come find out.” And then, I turn my back on him, knowing he’ll follow because Abel Silver could never resist a challenge.
Just as I go to close the bathroom door behind me, Abel’s arm shoots out to stop it, and I smirk to myself.That’s my runt.
“Now, how are you—” I grab his arm and yank him toward me, claiming his mouth. He gasps against me, and I wrap my arm around his bare waist, pinning him against my front. His little cock is already starting to harden, and I smile against his lips as I reach down to wrap my fingers around him through the cotton of his briefs.
Abel gasps and bucks into me. Our tongues dance together, both of us uncaring of morning breath as we devour one another, reveling in the feel of our hands on each other’s bodies.
I pull away with a regretful groan, dislodging Abel’s teeth from my throat to start the shower. It doesn’t take long for steam to fill the room. I sneak my fingers beneath Abel’s waistband and slowly push his underwear to the ground. He steps out of them, eyes never leaving mine. I smack his ass with a resounding crack.
“Get in, baby.” Abel breathes out shakily and steps into the shower. I quickly follow suit and get in behind him. Abel’s standing under the spray, head tilted back as the water runs over his fading, pink hair. I follow the rivulets as they travel down his tattooed chest, over his small, pierced nipples, and down to his pierced navel.
I reach for it and tug on the silver barbel, which causes Abel to jerk forward slightly. His eyes flutter open, and he looks at me through a half-lidded gaze as I play with his belly ring before dragging my fingers through his thick happy trail and down slowly through the blonde hair at the base of his groin. I bypass his hard cock completely as I drag my fingers down his lightly haired thighs, down to his knees, and back up to the soft creases of his hips.
“Turn around.” Abel’s panting loudly, and the sound of the shower hammering down on the floor only makes it louder. But it makes my cock hard, hearing howpathetiche sounds for my touch alone.
With his back to me, I revel in justtouching.I run my fingers down the lightly muscled contours of his back, over the sharp wings of his shoulder blades, and down each knob of his vertebrae, until I reach the dimples just above his ass. I dig my thumbs into them, causing Abel to hiss and buck into the touch. His arms jerk forward, smacking against the wall to steady himself, and he thrusts his ass out, and my faceburns.
I drop to my knees before I can think twice, and I grab both of Abel’s tattooed ass cheeks in my hands andsqueeze.Abel keensloudly and bucks into the movement, hips rotating like crazy. My heart is hammering, and my mouth is filling with saliva, so I spread them, exposing his hole.
The pink, wrinkled, slightly puffy flesh winks at me when I spread his skin even further apart, and my cock feels like it’s going to explode. I drag my thumb over his entrance, reveling in the way it twitches. “Fuck, puppy. I wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks right now. It’s justbeggingto be filled again.”
“Oh, God,” Abel begs, and his legs start to shake when I pet his pussy with the pad of my thumb. I push harder against him, and hetrembles.“Please,please,” he begs pathetically.
“That didn’t take long…” I muse to myself as I lean forward and shove my face into his crack. My nose squishes as I stick my tongue out and run it over his hole. I forgot how strange the sensation is at first, but then, Abelscreams, and it’s perfect.
I run the flat of my tongue over his flesh, pushing hard against his hole. I flick and press and devour him the best I can. It’s hard to breathe with my nose squished and the water rushing down, but with the way Abel is trembling, I couldn’t care less.
All that matters isthis.
“Oh…Oh, God.Fuck.” Abel’s hands slip on the wall with a squeak, and I’m forced to hold on tighter to his hips to keep him from falling. I flex my tongue and probe it against his entrance, lavishing him until it starts to open up against me.
When I finally get enough leverage and I’m welcomed inside, I groan against Abel. His taste explodes on my tongue—musky and hot—and I revel in it. I fuck him with my tongue—hard and fast—and Abel pants pathetically against the wall.
Water rushes down, and it’s beating against my face, and I’m probably drowning a little bit, but I don’t care.
All that matters is this.
Abel.
Falling apart for me.
Because of me.
“Peris,Peris… Fuck.” He reaches back with one hand and winds it through the wet strands of my hair andyanks.I pull off with a moan, sucking his skin as I do.
“What?”
He stares at me with wide, crazed eyes. “Come. Here,” he demands, and I scramble to my feet, all the blood in my body rushing to my cock at those two simple words rasped so breathily from my runt. He sounds so desperate, and I’m about to fuckingdie.
Abel grabs me by my ribs and yanks me against him. He collapses against the shower wall with a hiss and slams his mouth against mine. I gasp. “Abel, my mouth?—”
“You think I fucking care?” he snarls and drags his nails down my back. I hiss and arch against the sting. “Fuck me right fucking now, Peris.”
