Page 14 of Make Me Scream (Visceral #2)

PERIS

I expected him to scream, but the only noise to escape him is a long, muffled groan that sounds awfully fucking similar to the one he makes when I shove my dick inside his pussy.

I’m confounded, watching the way his body takes what must be such blinding pain. I mean, a burn on his fucking cock— and it’s still hard, for fuck’s sake.

“God, you really are fucked up, aren’t you, runt?

” I ask, watching his dick twitch under the stimulation of air.

The lighter now lies on the carpet, having slipped from my fingers at the first sounds to escape from his mouth.

Abel only moans again, thrashing a bit against my lap.

He grinds his ass against my dick, which has lost a bit of its hardness given everything, but with the momentum of his grinding, it doesn’t take long for my blood to pump at full speed again.

His little cock is still hard and bouncing in the air in time with his thrusts, making me utterly fucking dizzy. I reach my arms around to his hips and dig my fingers into the hollows as I thrust into the crack of his ass.

He mewls and throws his head back. The ribbons from his hair bow slide across my face, making me shiver. I shake my head and nip at them, pulling with my teeth until it’s pulled loose, and the ribbon drops to the bed beside us.

“You need fucked, puppy? Is that it?”

“Fuck, yes, please! ”

I reach up and smack my palm to his face with a resounding crack. “Shut the fuck up,” I hiss. “Don’t wanna wake up Mom, now do we? Cause then you’ll be left wanting, and we don’t want that, do we?” I reach over to his bag and grab the bottle of lube to squirt a bunch into my palm.

“Oh, God.” Abel’s dick jumps when I reach between us and lather his hole.

I lean forward to whisper in his ear, “Not, God, runt. Just your foster brother about to fuck you.” I reach between us and line my dick up with his hole. “Let’s hope you’re still stretched from earlier, huh,” I rasp with a quick nip to his throat as I slowly ease my way inside his body.

His channel is so fucking tight and hot, I can’t hold back the groan as he squeezes me so fucking good.

“Jesus, runt, your pussy is always so fucking tight,” I pant against the back of his neck, my eyes closed, his braided hair tickling my face.

“Just for you,” he breathes out, chin tilted down to his chest.

“That’s right. You’re fucking mine. This body is mine.” I reach around, wrapping both arms around his slender body and pinning him to my front. He gasps as it sends my dick deeper inside him from the new angle. We groan in unison. “And this fucking pussy is mine, you got that?”

“Y-yes, Peris. Yes, yes. God, just fuck me.” He grinds down, rotating his hips because the little whore in him knows what he’s doing, but he knows he’s mine, so I don’t mind him using his body to bring us both pleasure.

It feels so fucking good hold him against me, to watch him roll his little body around and around, finding what feels good for the both of us, small little breaths escaping his lungs, sounding so loud in the stillness of the late midnight air.

His ass is bony as he grinds against my lap, but I find the little jolts of pain are exactly enough as Abel brings us closer to the edge, his hole clenching repeatedly, little cock bouncing in the air, untouched, scorched mark so fucking vivid, it makes my dick throb.

“Oh, f-fuck, puppy.” My eyes roll back at the sight of my smiley on his skin as my balls throb, and I shoot my cum inside of his body in deep, throbbing pulses.

“Ahh!” Abel shouts in a raspy whisper-yell.

He throws his head back brutally against my shoulder.

I grunt at the throbbing impact, but then, cum shoots from his hole, spurting into the air between us, and I’m caught in awe as he comes hands-free, dick twitching uncontrollably as he grinds himself down on my cock, working himself just so.

His channel contracts over and over, milking me for every last drop as Abel works himself down from his own orgasm. By the time we’re both empty and left panting, I’m about passed out from the over-stimulation.

Abel slips off my cock with a whine that makes me groan and drops down on his bed beside me. I fall back, feet still planted on the floor. Abel crawls up to the pillows and pulls the blankets up and over his head, burrowing beneath them.

I sit up and frown at him. “What are you doing?”

“Going to sleep,” he says from beneath them. I reach up and yank them down, feeling a smile tug at my lips at his hair in utter disarray, face flushed his favorite shade of pink—he really looks lovely in that color.

“Not without me, you’re not. Budge the fuck over,” I mutter and shove him toward the wall. Abel balks at me, jaw dropping open in indignation. We glare at each other in silence for a few seconds before he gives in.

“Fine. But don’t expect me to fucking cuddle you.”

“Don’t expect me to cuddle you, runt.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“Fuck you.”

“So feisty. Go to sleep,” I tell him, rolling to face the door and turning off the lamp.

I yank more of the blanket than necessary just to piss him off.

He gripes and whines but eventually settles.

Minutes pass in a daze as I stare into the darkness as sleep slowly comes to me, and just before it descends, I feel a small hand slide across my waist and an even smaller body press against mine.

“Don’t fucking think anything of it, all right?” he says, and I don’t say a word. I just let him hold onto me as we both fall into our depraved nightmares together.

“You’re not fuckin’ going.” I stand with my arms crossed in front of the entryway, refusing to let Abel walk past. It’s petulant and ridiculous, but my skin is crawling just thinking about letting him step out that door and into her car.

The honk resounds again, making Abel wince. I grind my teeth.

“You’re acting like I ever have a choice, Peris. Be fucking for real right now.” He huffs, blowing his hair out from in front of his face. My fingers twitch, aching to tuck it behind his ear. Instead of giving in to the urge, I reach up and yank on my hair, nearly ripping the strands out.

My blood is boiling.

“It’s Thanksgiving,” is all I can think to say.

Abel laughs. It’s cruel and muted and dry. “Yeah, you don’t say.”

Ma cuts in. “Hey, let’s calm down, okay?

It’s only for the day.” She reaches forward and rubs her hand over Abel’s arm, covered in my sweatshirt.

The fact he’s going to be wearing something of mine at her house makes something inside of me tingle with an uncomfortable warmth.

“We’ll still have our meal tonight when he gets back, and it’ll still be great. ”

“Yeah, when the day is practically over, and his mood is ruined. Makes sense,” I mumble.

Abel scoffs loudly. “Because my mood is always so spectacular.”

“Good point,” I concur, pursing my lips.

“Boys!”

“Well, if Peri here—” Abel’s cut off with a wince when the horn sounds again. Impatient bitch. Everyone goes silent as the resounding echoes bounce off the walls.

“Well, I guess it’s time, isn’t it?” Mom sighs, face softening as she faces Abel. “Got everything you need?”

“Just myself,” he mutters, body stiffening as the seconds tick by, shoulders drawing close to his stretched out earlobes.

“You have your phone, don’t you?” Ma asks. “I want you to have a way to get a hold of me if you need to. Or if you just want to talk, I’ll be here. Call, text, video call, whatever you need.”

Abel pats his pocket. “Yeah, I’ve got it.” He raises his chin and forces the fakest fucking smile I’ve ever seen, but it’s for Ma, and it makes my heart summersault right inside my sternum at the effort he makes just for her—an effort I relate to so damn much.

“Good.” Ma chokes up, and I look away, fighting the burn in my eyes at the crack in her voice. For fuck’s sake, it’s just a few hours, I want to mumble, but I know it’s more than that for her—and I won’t take this from her.

From either of them.

“We’ll see you soon, and you’ll tell us all about it, yes?”

Abel pulls in a huge, deep breath for such a little body, steeling himself.

“Yeah. I’ll see you later.” He rolls his shoulders and turns the doorknob.

His gray eyes dart over to me for a moment, filled with a fear I know all too well before he looks away, and I’m blinded by the sun as he pulls the door open.

“Morning, Abel,” Bill says from where he stands on the stoop. We all draw back in surprise—well, me and Ma. Abel doesn’t look surprised at all. He simply strides right past Bill.

“Hey. Ready for this shit?” His clothes are so baggy, the way they hang off his body would be comical if it didn’t suit his personality so well. Ma and I stand in the doorway, watching the interaction.

“Are you?” Bill asks as he finds his place beside Abel.

There are two cars parked out front—a black Suburban and an old blue Honda.

Abel and Bill make their way to the Suburban.

Abel completely ignores Lucy, where she’s parked along the curb, her fingers tapping impatiently on her car door.

Bill makes his way over to her and bends over into the window.

They exchange words for a minute or two—I can’t be sure.

My eyes don’t leave Abel’s once he’s seated in the passenger seat.

He crosses his arms over his narrow chest and bows his head, letting his hair fall in front of his crooked face, obscuring my view.

But that’s okay. I simply watch the rest of him—the way his deep breaths make his hair swing back and forth and how the sun highlights the yellow streaks in his normally silver hair.

He’s as ugly as he is beautiful.

I startle at the sound of Bill’s door slamming closed. He starts the vehicle up, and with a few silent words spoken to Abel, he backs out of the drive and follows Lucy to whatever the fuck hole she crawled out of.

The deafening silence we’re left in feels as if it’s puncturing my ear drums. The wind is whipping around, a cold bitterness filling the air, which feels apt.

It’s not until Ma shivers that I’m pulled from my stupor. “Come on.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders and guide her inside. Her melancholy is heavy. I feel its weight pressing down on her as I lead her to the couch. “Let’s watch a movie.”

“I should probably check on the turkey,” she says as she tries to stand. I gently push her back down, a small smile on my face.

“I’ve got it. Why don’t you find something, and I’ll bring us some snacks.”

“A movie day?” she says, a small smile on her lips, even with the sheen in her eyes. It shatters my fucking heart seeing this sadness in her—knowing it’s because she’s going to lose another kid.

She didn’t lose me, but she lost a part of me, and now, she’s losing a part of Abel, and there’s nothing I can do about it. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to be the piece of shit kid I was and make her life a living hell like I did.

She deserves so much better than that.

“Yeah, Ma, a movie day.” I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead. “Any specific snacks you want?”

“No, but save the skittles, ‘kay?” I roll my eyes, and she reaches up and smacks my arm. “They’re for Abel, brat.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. No skittles. Got it.”

“And don’t forget to check on the turkey while you’re in there!

” she calls, and I may mumble and mutter under my breath, but I grab snacks and check on the fucking turkey because my mom is a goddamn saint and she saved my life and she deserves the world, not the constant pain she keeps getting dealt.