Page 53 of Make Me Bleed

“It’s not my fault you’re emotionally constipated, Peris.”

I rear back, affronted at his blatant show of hostility. “I’m not?—”

“Oh, the fuck you’re not. You wouldn’t know an emotion if I slapped you in the face with it. Grow the fuck up, dude. I’m not playing these games.” And then, he lunges forward and slams his mouth onto mine. I gasp into the kiss, not having expected it, and mold my mouth to his, needing the pain in my lungs like I need air to survive.

Abel jumps up and wraps his legs around my waist. My hands drop to his ass and hold him against me while he grinds his cock into my stomach, and my fingers dig into his cheeks, putting as much pressure as I can on every sensitive part of his body I remember—and there were a lot.

I stumble backward into the wall, feeling brick scrape against my back. I hiss against the sensation, even as I relish in the burn. Abel doesn’t seem to care as he attacks my mouth and keeps diving in for more.

Every breath I take, he’s gasping and delving back in, fingers tangling in my hair and yanking me back down, tiny little whimpers and sounds escaping his throat, and fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard him do.

No clue what’s gotten into him, but right now, with his hot, lithe little body pressed against mine, grinding against me so good, I’m not complaining.

I’m hard all over again, and when Abel’s cock rubs against mine through our clothes, I groan aloud and let my head drop back against the brick wall. It doesn’t take long for us to gain momentum in our movements, and with my fingers digging into his ass, I help guide his movements as he grinds his hard little cock into mine, bringing us both closer to the edge.

“Oh, Peris. Fuck,” he keens, tossing his head back, and I bury my nose into his throat, licking along his skin.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

“Y-yes,” he mewls loudly, and I slam my mouth onto his to shut him up before we’re heard.

“Then, do it,” I mutter against his lips. “I wanna feel it.”

“Shit.Shit.” He tosses his head back on a gasp before curling into me and burying his face in my neck and shuddering. His body twitches in short, little bursts, and the warmth seeping through his jeans is telling. I groan low in my throat, unable to help it as I feel his cum seep between us.

My hands massage his ass, fingers digging in deep through the material of his jeans, making Abel hum low in his throat and shift against me, pulling away. “Don’t,” he mutters, and my hands still, even as they tighten their grip.

“Don’t what?” I ask, my voice low.

“Too sensitive,” he whispers, words spilling into the night, and I chuckle lowly.

“Too sensitive, baby?” I mock him, pulling my fingers apart before squeezing them back together and making him groan. Hisface blooms red, visible even in the darkness, and I’ve never seen him look more beautiful.

“What are you doing to me?” I whisper to myself.

“What?” Abel asks, eyes wide as he blinks up at me, and I drop him like he’s on fire. He stumbles to the ground, still a little inebriated.

“Nothing,” I snap. His brows draw together.

“No. What did you say?” he insists, and I sigh loudly.

“Shut the fuck up, Abel.”

He crosses his arms over his chest in a show of defiance, and it’s actually kind of cute. The way his bright pink bangs hang in front of his eyes… “You know, you tell me to shut the fuck up an awful lot.”

“Because you never fuckin’ do.”

“I don’t need to.”

“You should learn to.”

“Peris!” He actually stamps his foot in a huff.

“Abel,” I mock him, making him glare deeper. My blood sings the more he narrows his eyes, and it’s… it’snice.

To argue with him.Fightwith him. Pretending like nothing is wrong. Like it’s all okay and nothing has changed.

It’s all the same between us.