Page 19 of Make Me Scream (Visceral #2)

PERIS

The first cracks of dawn’s light through the curtains have my eyelids fluttering open—that and Abel’s hot breaths fanning over my skin, causing perspiration to pool down my neck and onto the sheets below.

I shift, adjusting my grip on his ass. Abel moans in his sleep and grinds his little hips against me. It takes everything in me not to grind back up into him—especially with how hard my dick is—but I don’t because that’s not what this is about.

It’s not about sex.

It’s just about… well.

I don’t fucking know what it’s about. I just know what I needed—and I took, which is usually how it goes where Abel is concerned.

The sun peeking through the curtains illuminates his face just enough to soften his sharp, crooked features.

The piercings in his skin glint, angled and perfectly suited to him.

His cheeks are still so gaunt, but they’re flushed from sleep, and I can barely resist the urge to trace the bones beneath his flesh.

My eyes travel downward to where the blanket skims the base of his spine. Abel’s skin is stretched taut around the notches of his vertebra, scars littering his flesh, bruises scattered from God knows what.

My fingers twitch to trace the edges of the contusions, aching to know where they came from, but I resist—if only to ensure I don’t wake him. He looks so peaceful sleeping, so much less… bratty and spiteful.

Perhaps I like him better when he’s unconscious.

The thought nearly makes me laugh out loud. I barely manage to restrain it, holding my breath until it burns from the strain.

Unfortunately, I have to admit, it feels way too good to wake up with Abel in my arms. His small frame fitted perfectly against mine, so slight and delicate, face marred with the demons that plague us both.

“I can hear your mind warring with itself,” he mutters against my throat, tongue flicking out to lick a long strip that makes me shiver.

“You would know what that’s like, wouldn’t you?”

He sighs softly, and his breath makes my entire body break out in goosebumps. “Better than most.”

“We’re getting philosophical this morning.”

“Wow. Big words for such a tiny brain.”

I smack his ass, making him yelp.

“Watch it!” he shouts, and I do it again.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“You ever think maybe you’re a dick?” he mutters, suctioning his lips to my throat. My breath hitches, and my dick throbs—which, of course, he feels against his own smaller shaft. “Oh, how lovely.”

“Abel,” I warn him.

He leans up on my chest, blinking owlishly at me. “What?”

“Back off.”

“Back… off?” he questions, pressing his hips harder against me.

I groan involuntarily. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, baby.”

My heart stutters when he says that word… so softly and so easily like he actually means it…

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Don’t,” I hiss, reaching down and stilling his hips.

“What?” he questions. “Don’t like that?” he rolls his hips again, and I groan loudly, thankful Ma’s at work for the time being.

“You’re pushing it,” I warn him.

“That’s the point, baby boy…” he grazes his nose along my throat, slowly pushing up until he grazes my chin, nearing my lips.

“F-fuck,” I groan, mind blanking out when Abel swipes his tongue over my lips, smearing his saliva over my face.

“Baby boy… you like that, huh?” he taunts me, and my dick has never been harder in my fucking life.

“Shut the fuck up,” I spit out, face igniting in flames that burn me alive.

“Oh, baby, trust me.” Abel leans in to whisper against my cheek, lips grazing my feverish skin. “Your secrets are always safe with me.” I squirm, hating how right he is.

“Get off me.”

“W-what?”

“Get off,” I spit, grabbing his hips and pushing him off. Abel clings to me like a suckerfish, not wanting to release his hold but having no choice because I’m much stronger.

“What are you doing?” he questions, staring up at me with wide, steely eyes.

“You need to go.” I look away. I can’t stand the sight of him at the moment… or maybe I can’t stand the way he’s looking at me right now, like he sees into me. Like he can see more than he should.

Like he always fucking does.

And I let him.

“Peris…”

“Abel,” I grit out. “I fucking mean it.”

He sighs loudly and flings the blankets off dramatically. “This is my room, you know,” he mutters as he sits up and scrubs a hand through his over-grown hair. I watch with a rapt gaze, loving the way his white-blond locks graze his stretched earlobes, the way the ends curl around the emerald stone.

Oh. I blink at him. It is, isn’t it?

“Right.” I sigh. “I’ll just go, then,” I mutter and push myself up and out of the bed.

“You don’t have to go, Peris,” he says to my back. I stiffen halfway to the door.

“Yeah, Abel. I do.” And with that, I walk out of the room and away from Abel, putting as much space between us as possible.

My dick is rock hard as I march into the bathroom without preamble, every muscle locked tight as I turn on the shower to the hottest setting. Steam slowly fills the room and clings to the mirror and my skin like Abel did all fucking night long.

I reach down and drop my briefs to the floor, feeling as they pool around my ankles.

I step out of them and lean against the sink, head dropped between my shoulders.

My muscles pull taut, strained from the weight of my head, but it feels good—something else to focus on—but then, my dick grazes the cupboard door, roaring back to the forefront of my mind, and I hiss, shoving away with a growl.

I stomp into the shower with a grimace, but once the water hits my skin, I hiss at the sting. Before long, I grow used to the temperature and melt into it, groaning as I roll my neck around, working the hot water into the knots formed from staying in one position all night long.

Thankfully, I have an entire week off of school and practice, so all I have to worry about is Abel and all the drama that surrounds him—which happens to be far too much lately.

The thought of my runt has me dropping my hand to my still-hard dick and wrapping my fingers around my shaft. I hiss at the contact and drop my head back between my shoulders. Water splashes my chest as I drop my left shoulder against the wall, leaning heavily against it.

Panting breaths escape my lips, water blowing out with each breath. I scrunch my eyes shut as I squeeze around my base lightly, imagining Abel’s small, delicate little fingers doing the same.

It’s not dissimilar, but it’s all I have because I can’t have him touching me right now—not after…

“Jesus Christ…” I mutter. Baby boy… What kind of name is that? And why did it make my dick so hard and my blood so hot? It doesn’t make any sense, but even now, I feel the chug of my heart in my sternum, the pulse of it in my throat as I swallow thickly.

My breaths speed up as I hear Abel’s voice in my head, almost as clear as if he were in the room with me. Baby boy, baby boy, baby boy.

I roll my head around, dripping hair flopping in front of my eyes as my hand moves faster on my shaft, stroking quicker.

The friction of the water makes it burn that much better.

I twist my fist and curl my fingers inward, pressing hard on the thick veins on the underside, groaning loudly at the pressure that nearly whites out my vision.

“Damn, baby boy. You’re really going at it in there.” A reverberant chuckle sounds that makes my blood sing.

“Abel,” I gasp, and my hand stills on my cock, my heart shooting straight into my throat, even as my balls throb painfully.

“Don’t stop on my account. I know your dick is throbbing, baby.

” And oh, God, it is. “Come on, Peri…” I hear his soft footsteps approach, watch his shadow draw near.

His fingers wrap around the edge of the shower door, but he doesn’t open it, just leaves me with the view of his chewed fingernails.

Nails I know would feel so fucking good digging into my skin, so I dig my own in with a groan.

His voice is nothing but a whisper against the glass. “Be a good boy and come for me.”

“Oh, s-shit,” I stutter as my hand moves of its own volition, fingers tighter around the base, fist twisting as I move up around my head, pressing just under the glans.

The pressure is insane, and my eyes roll back, breath punching out in sharp little grunts.

“That’s it. Come on. Just a little more, baby. You can do it.” Abel talks me through it, drawing my orgasm closer to the precipice.

I’m losing my fucking mind.

“Runt…”

“Yeah, baby boy?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I grunt on a particularly nasty twist of my fist, precum spilling from my hole and dripping onto the tile, mixing with the water flooding at my feet. Abel tsks, the sound barely audible over the thundering of the shower.

“But you don’t want that, do you?” The door slowly creaks open, and wide, silver orbs coil around every inch of my skin, crucifying me for every sin I’ve ever committed—and falling for Abel Silver has been the worst of them all.

“No,” I rasp, unable to look away.

“Then give me what I want,” he says, never looking away—not for a moment. Not even to watch the cum spurt from cock as I double over from the force, eyes clenched shut in subliminal bliss.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he whispers, and I shiver as his fingers graze my spent cock. I slump against the shower wall, trembling from the force of my orgasm and the chill of the air skittering over my pebbled skin.

Abel steps into the shower, uncaring that he’s still clad in his boxers, to press a kiss to my lips. I blink in surprise, my eyes wide as he molds his lips to mine, kissing me slowly and softly as the water cascades down on us like a velvety waterfall.

My heart is in my throat, hammering away.

It’s okay…

It doesn’t matter.

He’s my Abel.

After a few seconds, my eyelids flutter closed, and I allow myself to fall into the vortex that is Abel Silver and all our anguished nightmares.

It’s a sick kind of fusion, one that doesn’t make sense—one that shouldn’t exist but does and can’t be undone now that we’re living in it.

A tongue flicks out against mine, and I sigh as I part my lips, allowing him entry. Abel kisses me like he’s memorizing me, tongue licking every tooth, massaging my own tongue, swallowing my spit, even as he dispenses his own into my mouth—which I swallow greedily.

It’s messy and hot and soft all at the same time.

When the water runs cold, Abel pulls back with a jerking gasp, his gray eyes wide in shock. I reach around him and turn off the spray, shivering uncontrollably. Abel’s teeth chatter and clack, but neither of us make a move.

“You’re so good,” he says after a moment, and my brows furrow in confusion.

“What?”

He steps forward and grabs my face, stepping up on both his tiptoes, pulling me as close as he can without our faces touching.

“Don’t forget that.” And then, he releases me and steps out of the shower, shaking his small frame like a tiny little dog dispensing water.

I can’t help a small laugh at the sight, which Abel returns with a smirk as he wraps a towel around his waist.

And then, he leaves, shaking his scrawny little ass, and I’m left shivering in the cold, confused and horny all over again.