Page 27 of Make Me Scream (Visceral #2)

ABEL

I can’t bring myself to text Jason back.

His text stares at me, taunting me. But what Peris did for me on Christmas… what he and Elise both did…

I can’t ruin that, can I?

Can I truly be that selfish and fucked up? Is that who I am still?

But the money, the chance to get away from it all… it’s too tempting to resist, I think. And I know it’s the best way to get out—and the safest for me.

Jason is easy. I know him. He is kind and gentle, and he pays well—fuck, even more now. I can see him once a week, maybe more if he can afford it, and I will have more than enough quicker than I ever thought possible.

I’d be fucking stupid not to do this.

“Abel, right?”

I startle and shoot upward in bed, clutching my bag to my chest. A few of my lighters spill out of it, garnering Adam’s attention.

“Like lighters, do ya?” He takes it upon himself to step into my room, his hands thrust into the front pockets of his holey jeans. My eyes zero in on him, and my body becomes hyper- aware of his every fucking move. My skin crawls, and my stomach curdles.

“That’s not really any of your concern,” I deadpan as I gather them without taking my eyes off him and drop them back inside the pocket. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“Just trying to have a conversation,” he muses.

“Well, you have the wrong idea. Get the fuck out,” I snap, molars clamped together. But if anything, the creep gets closer, and my heart starts to race, sweat gathering along my hairline. “Dude, I don’t know what you’re doing, but you need to leave. Now.”

“Lucy left for work a little bit ago.”

“Okay. And?” Fuckfuckfuck. My hands begin to shake.

My phone blaring startles us both, and I jolt. “Fuck!” I reach for it, sweaty palms causing it to slip before I grip it tightly. I don’t bother even looking to see who it is before I answer. “Hello?”

“You ignoring me, baby boy?”

“Jason,” I breathe out in relief.

“Who else?” he chuckles, and I scowl as Adam’s lips curl.

“Let’s meet up. Right now,” I blurt, needing to get the fuck out of here. “Can you pick me up?”

“Of course,” he says easily, though he sounds slightly confused, and I can’t blame him. We’ve always met at the motel before. I’ve never asked for a ride. But it’s cold. And I need to get out of here. “Send me your address. I’ll be there soon.”

“I will. Thank you.” And then, I hang up, immediately texting him the address without really looking away from Adam. “Sorry to disappoint,” I mutter, “but I gotta go. You need to leave.”

“You’re a tough nut to crack.” Adam chuckles, and I give him a disgusted smile, silent until he walks out.

Once he’s out of sight, I gather all my shit and shove it in my bag, making quick work of it.

I’ll fucking shower when I get there or something—I’m sure Jason won’t mind.

And then, I’m out the door, taking the stairs two steps at a time, hood pulled over my head to block a lot of the setting sunlight.

I only have to stand out in the cold for five minutes or so before Jason pulls up in his black BMW. He rolls down his window and drags his gaze down my body and back up again before settling on my face.

“You look good. You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” I mutter as I round the front and hop in the passenger seat.

Instead of taking us to what was our usual motel, he drives to the outskirts of town to the new hotel they just built a few months ago. As he pulls through the valet’s drive, I look up at the tall building. “Look at me, moving up in the world.”

“As you should, baby.”

“Thanks,” I mutter sarcastically.

“Don’t be so morose. What’s wrong?”

I blow out a breath that moves my hair off my forehead. “Sorry, it’s just been a shitty day. I need to let off some steam.”

“I’ve heard I can be good for that,” he muses, glancing at me. I look into his deep brown eyes, taking in his nicely cropped dark brown hair and fitted clothes. Typical rich boy shit.

It makes me wonder how old he really is… at least late twenties, if I had to guess, but it’s probably rude to ask.

“Yeah, baby. I’m sure you will be.” I smirk and grab his hand, ignoring the flip in my stomach telling me it’s wrong. “Let’s go.”

I stare at myself in front of the mirror, blonde hair wet and dripping down my back and shoulders.

Water trails down my chest, the necklace Peris gave me adorning my neck, and my eyes follow a stray droplet as it falls down a pec and over my crooked nipple piercing before falling to the floor.

I follow the path with a blunt nail, digging into my flesh until red wells beneath, staining me temporarily.

The thought brings me the smallest trace of relief, and it’s that sensation I cling to that gives me enough courage to open the door, towel cinched around my waist.

“Damn, baby. I forgot how good you look,” Jason drawls as I step into the bedroom.

I flush at his praise, ducking my head and hiding behind my wet hair.

Jason pushes himself up from the foot of the bed, a soft smile on his round, tanned face.

He takes a few tentative steps toward me, and when he reaches me and I still don’t back away, he places his hand on my chin and slowly draws my face upward.

My eyes follow the line of his body until our gazes meet.

“I don’t remember you being so shy.”

“I’ve changed.” I can’t keep the bite out of my voice, hating the truth, even as I speak it.

“So, I see,” Jason muses.

“Is that a problem?”

“Of course not. I’m curious, is all. I find you utterly fascinating, Abel. Surely you must know that.” And then, he leans in, and I fucking panic. My hands reach up, palms finding rest on his chest.

“You can’t kiss me.”

“What?” he laughs.

“We can do whatever you want, but no kissing, okay?”

He pulls back, brows furrowed. “That’s a new rule,” he states, confused, which is valid because he knows how much I love kissing.

“Yes.” I don’t leave room for argument. His eyes flick between mine, looking for what, I’m not sure, but whatever he finds must be answer enough because he nods, and then, his mouth drops to my neck, and he latches onto the delicate skin just behind my earlobe.

My breath hitches, and I arch into the sensation. “Jesus,” I groan, hips rolling involuntarily.

“Miss this?” he asks as he mouths all fucking over me, and I moan loudly, giving him exactly what he wants.

I’m putting on a bit of a show, of course, but it does feel really great.

My dick starts to harden, so I thrust forward and start grinding my hips against his thigh, relishing in his slight hitch of breath, loving the effect I’m having on him.

“Did you miss this? ” I ask him, reaching down and wrapping my fingers around his half-hard length and squeezing.

“Fuck,” he stutters, back bowing forward at the unexpected touch. I let him curl into me, arm wrapping around his shoulder as I whisper in his ear.

“Yeah, baby. Fuck. ”

“You gonna make it worth it?”

I smirk against his skin. “Don’t I always?” I drop to my knees, eyes blinking owlishly up at Jason as I reach for the button on his slacks. His breathing slows as I slide his zipper down and let his pants and underwear fall to the floor, pooling around his ankles before he steps out of them.

His heavy cock springs free, bouncing in front of my face. I reach for it, grabbing him at his base to tongue at his glans. Jason’s breath hitches, stomach muscles clenching as I dip forward and mouth all over the head of his dick, lathering it in my spit.

“Fuck, you’re dirty.”

“Mmhm,” I hum against him, and he lurches.

“Jesus.”

His reaction makes me chuckle, and I get to work on soaking the rest of his cock in saliva to make its descent into my throat easier. By the time he’s dripping, my own dick is throbbing, and the only thought in my head is swallowing Jason’s load.

That is until I close my eyes and his dick slides down my throat and Peris is the only thing on my mind—his smell, his taste, his voice…

“Oh, yeah, damn, baby boy.” His fingers spread through my hair, blunt nails scratching along my scalp.

I shiver, even as I scrunch my eyes shut, willing Jason to quit talking.

I grunt as I suck him down, working my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, curling it along the vein pulsing.

I lose myself to it for long minutes, jaw aching and throbbing in time with his dick until he eventually pulls me to my feet and nearly draws me into a kiss.

I pull back with a dazed squeak, my eyes wide. Jason just chuckles, his own at half-mast. He reaches down and grabs my ass and hauls me up against him. I yelp and scramble for purchase, arms twining around his neck.

My head falls into his neck, and I chuckle breathlessly against him as his fingers massage my ass as he carries us to the bed and drops me down onto the mattress. I squeal as I flop onto it, limbs flailing. Jason chuckles, and I follow suit once I catch my breath.

“Fuck, that startled me!” I accuse him, pointing my finger up at him and jutting my bottom lip out.

“Awe, poor baby,” Jason acquiesces, crawling up the bed and in between my legs. I spread them wide, grinning at him.

“I know, poor me.” I pout, reaching for him. When he settles between my legs, I wrap them around his waist, clenching tight. Jason’s breath hitches when my clothed cock comes into contact with his bare one. I grind our crotches together, grin getting wider the more breathless he becomes.

“Okay, now it’s time for you to get off me, babe,” I tell him earnestly, wriggling my ass.

“Why?” he asks, looking down at our groins pressed together, and he dips down to try and suck a mark into my neck.

“Uh-uh,” I tsk him. “No marks either.”

“Damn, you’re demanding.”

“And you love it.” I nip at him. “Now move.”

He rolls off with a grunt, and I strip my clothes and reach down to grab my cock. “Grab my bag?” I bat my eyelashes, and Jason looks up at me, his dark brows raised. He blows out a breath and heaves himself up.