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Peris continues to jerk me through my spasms until I’m a twitching, quivering mess in his arms. “Wow, that was amazing, baby. I didn’t expect—” he cuts himself off when I slide to the floor on my knees, breath still coming in shaky bursts now that oxygen is coming back to my brain in full supply.
“What are you… oh, fuck…” Peris says softly when I reach for his waistband and don’t waste any time pulling it down over his cock, which springs out right in front of my face. I fuckingknewhe wasn’t wearing underwear, the fucker.
I lean forward and flick my tongue over his slit, getting the smallest taste of his precum, and Irevelin it. It’s salty and musky andjustwhat I wanted.
“Mmm,” I moan against his length as I suck his glans into my mouth.
“S-shit, runt,” he stutters, and if I had the mental capacity to giggle at this very moment, I think I would, but I can’t because all I can think about is Peris’s dick. In my mouth. Right now.
I lean forward and suck him into the back of my throat, andfuckI forgot what it felt like to suck a cock without a condom. It’seuphoric.I flatten my tongue around his shaft as his glans bumps the back of my throat. I massage him with my pierced tongue as I pull back, and then, I groan because his fingers entwine with my hair and hold my head steady, not forcing me to go faster or deeper, but justholding me gentlyas I set the pace, and I can’t help the tears that spring to my eyes because he justknows and it means everything.
When I feel the first tear fall, I try to blink it away, but it’s fruitless because it only sends more scattering down my cheeks, so I squeeze my eyes shut and get to work on making Peris come because I want to taste it again.
I need to.
“Hey… What’s wrong, puppy?” A finger wipes a tear away, and a sob gets stuck in my throat. I shake my head the best I can with his dick lodged in my throat and continue to suck on him.
“Abel… c’mon.”
I pull off with a pop. “No. I’m okay.” I look up at him through my wet lashes and beg him with my eyes to understand. I reach back and find his fingers in my hair and thread my own between. “I’m okay. It’s just… this.” I squeeze, and his gaze flickers to his hands. His eyes flash with recognition, and I swallow my own trepidation.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m okay,” I promise him again. “Just let me. Please,” I beg and lean forward to nuzzle my face into his groin. His breath hitches, and his fingers tighten, and I know I’ve got him.
“Fuck, Abel. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“That’s the goal,” I mutter just before I lean down and suck him back into my mouth. This time, it’s perfect with his hands holding me steady and his eyes hot on my face, cataloguing my every movement. I feel exposed and seen andworshiped.I can’t help but reach up with my left hand and trace the word that he got tattooed on his stomach for me.Just for me.
“Fuck, puppy, that’s it,” he praises me, and I gasp, feeling hot all over at that nickname spilling so easily from his lips. “Gonna come down your throat, baby. Get ready for me… fuck…” His fingers tighten for a few seconds as his cock pulses on my tongue and he comes down my throat. I swallow his load easily, my eyes rolled back in bliss as his warmth fills me, and then, he’s finished and he’s releasing me, and I feel slightly bereft all over again, and I don’t like it.
I slump backward and bump into the washer, wincing at the sound it makes when I smack into it.
“Watch out or you’ll get cum in your hair,” Peris tells me, and then, he’s trying to push me slightly to the right. I mutter and shuffle over a bit, then let myself collapse completely. Peris drops to his ass and leans against one of the washers in the row behind him, feet kicked out on either side of him, knees up at an angle. And even sitting like that, he looks like a cocky fucker.
As I work to catch my breath, I find myself staring at Peris, who’s staring right back at me.
Our eyes never part from one another, and it’s like we’re locked in some sort of silent battle as we stare each other down. For what reason, I really can’t be sure.
Eventually, I look away and feel like I’ve lost, but I can’t stand the intensity any longer. My heart’s gonna give out knowing I’ve got Peris’s full attention on me again.
It’s almost like nothing has changed… while, in reality, everything has.
CHAPTER 19
PERIS
I’ve never seenAbel look so disheveled. He’s flushed from head to toe, the blush on his cheeks a beautiful pink shade that matches the color of his hair perfectly.
And when he looks down and his eyes widen, that’s when I realize my cock is still out. I flip my waistband over and tuck myself away, flushing myself as I huff a breath. “Don’t get too excited, runt.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m all worn out.”
“You, worn out?” I muse. “That’s a first.”
“Hey!” Abel exclaims and reaches out to kick me in the shin. I roll my eyes and shove him back before pushing to my feet. When I’m towering above him, his eyes meet mine, and we’re locked in a trance as I get lost in the depths of his mercury irises.
I’m not sure how long we stand there, but we’re pulled from our study of one another by the jingle of the front door as it’s opened. We both jerk, and I reach down to offer Abel a hand to help him to his feet. His cheeks bloom a bright red, but he takes my hand and pulls himself up unsteadily and leans back against the washer—and that’s when he notices his cum streaked down the front of it.
