Page 33 of Make Me Bleed
“Peris…”
“What, Abel?” I ask, opening my eyes and huffing. I force myself to sit up, yanking my arms out my sleeves—and that’swhen I see it. He’s staring at my stomach—more specifically, my pelvic bone where his goddamn name is.
Fuck.
“Don’t…” I start.
“Don’t?” he chokes out, eyes wide and glassy as they meet mine, and I hate myself a little more—which is kind of hard to do with how much that already is. “How can I not? This… this is…”
“It’s nothing,” I snap.
“It’s notnothing!” he retaliates, fingers grasping at my skin, clutching desperately, and I pull them away. That look on his face… the wide, puppy dog eyes, glassy with tears… yeah.
I can’t fucking do that.
I reach up and grab his throat, my fingers finding the already shadowed imprints perfectly. “It’s nothing because I said it’s so, and I’m the one paying, hm?” I tell him, jaw clenching tightly as I squeeze my fingers to reiterate my point.
Abel blinks, a few stray tears escaping, and I lick them as they fall down his cheeks, unable to control the impulse. “Y-yes.”
“Good. Now, be a good boy for me and roll over.” I release him and watch as he drops back on the mattress. He’s still working to catch his breath, but he gets the drift that I’m not fucking around, and with only a quick glance at my stomach, he flips over onto his hands and knees, ass stuck out beautifully, back arched just as it should be.
“Now, look at that,” I muse as I shift behind him, dragging my palm down the exposed ridges of his spine. His crop top has ridden up, and I drag it the rest of the way off his body, pulling it over his head and letting it fall to the floor. His back is untouched by ink, unblemished and exactly as I remember it, and it makes me feelsick.
“Should we take this off?” I ask no one but myself as I tug on the end of his skirt, loving the way it grazes his bare ass cheeks. “No. I think we’ll leave it on. I quite like the way it looks on you.”Instead, I flip it over, so the flowy material lies across his back and leaves his rear exposed to me. He has two tattoos on his ass cheeks. One is an octopus that wraps around to his right hip and is pretty big and detailed, and I ache to trace it with my tongue. The other is some character I don’t recognize in the shape of what looks to be a worm. I grab both of his ass cheeks and expose his pussy to me. I watch him clench on nothing, the small, pink sphincter winking the further I spread his cheeks apart.
“God, just fucking look at you.” I dig my thumbs in deeper, needing closer, and Abel groans pitifully. I laugh, even as my mouth fills with excess saliva. And I know what I want. But…
“Do I need a condom to fuck you?” I ask him bluntly, staring down at his ass. Abel’s head, which has been hanging between his shoulders, jerks upward, chin hooking over his left shoulder.
“Fuck you,” he snaps, crooked face twisted in his all-familiar sneer. I grin at seeing it.
“Yeah. But do I?”
“I always wear one, and so do they. And we all get tested regularly. I just got tested last week. My results are up inHarvey’sroom if you want me to go fucking get them for you.”
“Harvey, huh?” I snap, fingers curling until it’s my nails sinking into his flesh and shredding it. “Sounds like a fucking prick.”
“He’s a lot nicer than you,” Abel chirps, and I’ve fucking had it.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” I snap and drop down to the ass in front of me and shove my tongue inside of his hole without preamble. Abel screams loudly, and I relish in the sound as I bury my face in him.
Abel jerks forward, trying to escape my assault, and I’m forced to keep him pinned in place with my hands on his hips and my tongue inside him. He tastes musky and warm, and I groan loudly against him as I pull my tongue out and swipe italong his rim, flicking it along the puckered flesh and sucking hard.
Abel squeals and mewls, and then, when I broaden my tongue and swipe it over his pussy a few times, hemelts,and I moan loudly against him, so fucking hard, it feels like my dick is going to fall off.
Blood pumps through me so loud and so fast, I can’t hear anything but my own breath and every little noise Abel makes. It’s like they’re all magnified just to make me that much hotter for him.
“Peris, please,” he cries out, and I can’t stand it. I suck at his rim again, pulling his flesh into my mouth and lathering him in my spit before pulling back with a gasp, eyes alight with something visceral I’ve never been able to name when it comes to him.
He’s staring at me over his shoulder, and when our eyes meet, I’m frozen in the moment.
His pink, shaggy hair is disheveled, and his full lips are parted as he pants every breath through them, but it’s his eyes that enrapture me. They’re dilated and molten, and they suck me right the fuck in—just as they always have.
“Peris…”
“Don’t say my name…” I rasp, unable to help it. When he says my name, it feels a little more real, and it’s already real enough. And Ican’t.Can’tbear it.
Panting, I stumble to the sink near the front door and grab the little travel bottle of lotion. When I crack open the lid, an overwhelming scent of cucumber fills my nose, and I want to laugh. Abel actually does, but it sounds watery.
