Page 75 of Make Me Bleed
“You’ve always had a talent for that, haven’t you, runt?”
My eyelids flutter closed upon hearing that nickname coming from his lips so softly. So…reverently.
“You’d know better than anyone,” I tell him truthfully.
“Is that so?”
“Yep.”
“I think I like that.”
“You would, you possessive fuck.”
With a growl, Peris reaches around and clamps his hand around my throat, his fingers finding their place around my choker easily. I lean back into the hard body pressed against me, and Peris retaliates by shoving me forward into the washer. I grunt as my half-hard dick collides with the metal, my upper half bending forward a bit as he leans over me to whisper into my ear. “You think you know me, Abel?” he asks, and it sounds like a taunt.
“People don’t change. Not that much,” I add, breathlessly.“We’ve been talking so much lately, I’d like to think I still know you pretty well,” I add.
He huffs against the side of my face. “You think?”
“I know.”
“I wonder… Would the old me have fucked you in this laundromat?” he asks, his words nothing but a soft whisper of breath directly into my ear.
“The old you wouldn’t have touched me where anyone could’ve seen,” I snap back, and he tenses.
“I wonder… was that a jab at my internalized homophobia or at the act of exhibitionism?”
“Oh, look at you using big words,” I purr condescendingly, and Peris growls and grabs my hip to flip me around. I gasp when my back slams into the cold metal of the washer. Perisleans down on top of me, forcing me to lie back on top of it. My feet leave the ground, and they’re left dangling in the air.
“You’re always such a little fucking brat,” he snarls against my lips, and I smirk, relishing in his sharp intake of breath as our mouths brush together.
“You wouldn’t like me any other way.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But it would be nice if you’d shut the fuck up every once in a while.”
“Now, Peri boy… we both know I’m not going to do that,” I tease him, and he smashes his mouth down on top of mine. I gasp as my head smacks into metal from the force, and his tongue sneaks out to dance with mine.
I moan at the taste of him exploding in my mouth. His hands on me are bruising, and I revel in that fact that I’ll be marked by him again when we’re done—just as I should be.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan into him, the mere thought hardening my dick the rest of the way. Peris pants opened-mouthed against my face as he pulls back and stares into my eyes.
“Has anyone had you?” he asks quietly, and I still. I’m not sure in which way he means, but fuck… if I lie…
“Not since that night,” I blurt, which is the truth. No one but Harvey has fucked me since that same night, but I’ve had one phone call with Lars. But he didn’t touch me, and I think that’s what he means…
“Good,” is all he says, and then, he’s forcing me around until I’m bent over the washer, hand planted on the back of my head until my face is smooshed against the metal. I shiver at the contrast, but the way my face is squished has me so fuckinghot, I’m burning.
“I want you to be all mine, runt.”
“Peris…” I moan as he tightens his hand around my throat and cuts off my air. I try to pull in a breath, but I can’t, and I almost panic, but then, I let my eyes flutter closed, and Irelishinit. In Peris controlling me like this again because it is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
“I know, baby. I know,” he leans down, pressing his entire front against my back, effectively pinning me against the washer, and I see black spots. “I’m doing this for you.”
He reaches around with his right hand and grazes his fingers along my exposed abdomen, just a featherlight touch before he dips them beneath my waistband. I choke when he grabs my cock in a death grip and starts pulling on it harshly. His hold is tight and intense and too much, and my vision nearly whites out when he scrapes his thumbnail just beneath my head.
My hips jerk back, away from his touch, because I’m too overstimulated already, but Peris just chuckles lowly in my ear and keeps up his ministrations. “Nah, you like this, don’t you, puppy? You love being used just how I want, isn’t that right?”
PuppyPuppyPuppy—My back arches as a mewl tears itself from my throat in a barely-there rasp, and cum spurts from the head of my cock in thick, blinding bursts all over the front of the washer.
