Chapter 26
PERIS
“Mmm, fuck.”
Abel’s eyes roll back as he swims into consciousness at the swipe of my hot, wet tongue along his shaft. I slide my mouth down again, and his hips thrust into the air, seeking more.
I reach up to grip his hip and pin him down. I pull my mouth away, and Abel groans.
“Stay still,” I murmur against his flesh.
“Don’t wanna,” he moans pathetically, voice cracking from sleep, and the sound goes straight to my balls.
“That’s too bad. Do what I said, or you won’t get anything.”
Abel whines again as I grasp his cock in my hand and dip my head back down between his legs to lick another broad stripe, eyes locked on his.
He tosses his head back, panting heavily as I soak his dick with my spit, laving my tongue over him again and again until he’s wet and absolutely dripping and crazy with need for me because he’ll do absolutely anything for me…
“Good boy,” I whisper as I slide back up his body, and Abel writhes against me as our skin slides together.
Our cocks rub against one another, and I can’t help but thrust against him.
Abel keens and mewls, eyes screwed shut as we rub our lengths together, and I watch him, enraptured.
His blonde lashes are fanned across his sharp cheekbones, lips parted with each panting breath, pink tongue flashing in the shadows.
I reach down and tweak a pierced nipple just to watch him squirm.
“Oh!” he breathes, and that’s it.
I reach down and capture his mouth, taking it as if I fucking own it—because I do. Abel moans into me, and I swallow the sound down greedily, touching every inch of his body I can reach just to pull more of those pathetic little sounds from him.
Our teeth clack together, and it’s amazing—how close we are. I rub my tongue along his before sliding it along his crooked teeth. When I go to pull away, Abel keens upward, reaching for me, and I place my hand on his narrow chest, pushing him back down.
“Stay.”
He pouts—literally. He juts his bottom lip out, and if I wasn’t lying on top of him, he’d probably cross his arms over his chest. “Peris…”
“What?” I ask, knowing I’m teasing him.
“Please,” he begs, and oh, do I love it when he does that.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. “Please, what?”
Abel’s eyes narrow in the soft morning light as it glows through the cracks in the blinds. “Fuck me. Now.”
“Someone’s being demanding,” I tsk.
“Maybe because I’m not being taken care of properly.”
That makes my hackles rise. “Don’t be a fucking brat, Abel.”
He raises that signature brow, lips pursed. “Who says I’m being a brat?”
I stare down at him, chest heaving as I pant through the pain of imagining him with anyone else…
“You little…” I slam my mouth onto his, all teeth as I gnash them onto his bottom lip until I taste blood. Abel gasps, which morphs into a cry as I chew into his skin.
“Peris,” he tries to say through my hold on him, but I don’t let him go. I’m not through with him yet.
I keep biting until I feel the skin give way and my teeth sink into flesh deeper than they ever have before.
Abel cries out, and I think I even hear tears splashing down onto the pillows below.
But I’m not sure—all I can be sure of is Abel’s blood in my mouth, how hard my dick is because of it, and the fact that Abel is rubbing up against me incessantly.
I release his lip with a gasp and bury my face in his throat, smearing blood across his skin. Swiping my fingers over my mouth, I reach down between us and circle his hole with his blood, nearly coming on the spot imagining his pussy pink with blood…
“Jesus fucking Christ, puppy,” I mutter against his flesh as I try to stave off my own orgasm just from thinking it. But I have to see it.
Abel’s panting helplessly as I pull away to stare down at him.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” He does without argument, and that makes my chest squeeze. I tap his right knee gently. “Wider.” Then, I drag my hands down the scarred flesh of his inner thighs as he spreads them around my hips and locks his ankles around my ass.
I trace a few of his warped smileys just for my own pleasure as I wait for him to get settled. “Comfortable?”
“Would be more comfortable on your dick,” he snaps, and I smirk back at him, elated.
“Wonderful you said that. I want you to reach down and spread your cheeks for me.”
“What?” he squawks, face red.
I roll my eyes and feign annoyance. “We’ve been through this before, runt, as I’m sure you remember. I want to see your pussy.”
“Jesus Christ…” he stutters, face blooming even hotter, and I revel in his obvious discomfort. It’s just as good as the first time.
The only difference is now…
Now, I love the boy lying beneath me. I no longer hate him and everything he stands for and if that’s not the biggest mind fuck of all.
Abel, like the good boy I know he really is, reaches down on either side of his spread legs and grabs the bottom of his ass cheeks in a tight grip and slowly begins to spread them. His stomach muscles are contracted, making his abs roll with the movement, and I watch every bit of him, transfixed.
“That’s it, puppy. Perfect,” I rasp as more of him is exposed to the softening light.
“I’m not fucking perfect,” he snaps, and I reach out to wrap my fingers around his throat, cutting him off in an instant,
“You are if I say you are, do you understand me, runt?” When Abel doesn’t say anything, I squeeze a little tighter. “Hmm?”
“Yes,” he wheezes.
“Good. Don’t talk like that again.” After I release him., Abel sucks in air but stares up at me in awe. I can’t help but kiss him, smearing blood between us, but only one quick peck on the lips before I force myself away and back to the task at hand.
I grab him behind the knees and force his legs back a bit more. Abel’s pliant as I move him however I want him, no longer feeling defiant and ashamed it seems, which is just fine by me.
My fingers drag over his bleeding mouth for a moment before I bring them back down to his hole to coat his pussy in more blood. It isn’t a lot, but it’s enough to give a faint twinge of color.
Enough to make my dick harder than it’s ever been.
“What’re you doing?” Abel asks.
“Making you pretty before I make you scream,” I retort.
“By making me bleed?” he counters, eyebrow raised.
I press the pad of my thumb against his hole until I’m just breaching him. “You are prettiest when you’re bleeding, Abel Silver.”
“Fuck,” he stutters, “you, Peris Baxter.”
“If you ask nicely.” I slip my thumb inside dry, now that the blood is no longer wet, and I know it fucking stings, but Abel cries out like he always does, hole fluttering around me.
“Oh, God. Please. Please.”
“Didn’t take long…” I murmur against the soft skin of his tattooed thigh. “Guess you can take the man out of the whore but can’t take the whore out of the man.”
“W-what? That doesn’t even—” I pull my thumb out to coat my fingers in lube and shove two back inside him without preamble. “Fuck.” His legs twitch. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It does, if you don’t think about it,” I say, kind of confused myself, but I refuse to take it back. I fuck my fingers into him harshly, more than ready to be inside him. I spread them, stretching him to the point of pain.
“God, I’m ready, I’m ready! Just get inside me!” And normally, I would berate him for telling me what to do, but that’s exactly what I want, so I yank my fingers out of him with a loud suction noise and swipe them down my dick before lining up and pressing inside.
The tight constriction of his pussy around my cock is euphoric, and I drop my head between my shoulders as Abel wraps his legs around my waist and yanks me against him.
“Yes,” he moans breathily, face pressed against my throat, warm breath ghosting over my skin and sending goosebumps burning their way down my spine.
“Fuck,” I moan loudly as I start to pump my hips. The hot slide of his channel against me is perfect, especially now that we’re here, like this. When we don’t ever have to be apart again.
Abel is mewling and panting as his cock rubs against our stomachs with every thrust. “Touch yourself, baby. I wanna see you come,” I groan against his throat before pushing myself up on my elbow to give him a little more room.
Abel arches his back as he wraps his long fingers around himself, and I can’t help but reach down and wrap my lips around his nipple, biting the small bud. He yelps, but I watch his dick twitch, and I smirk.
My balls draw up as he starts to tighten around me, and I know I don’t have much longer.
“Come on, puppy. Give it to me.” And that’s what does it.
Abel keens, back arched so beautifully as he comes for me, hand flying over his cock as he milks himself for all he’s worth.
I watch his little hole spill until nothing is left, and then, I let myself go inside him.
I fill Abel’s ass with my cum until I can’t see from the intensity of my orgasm, and Abel’s panting becomes so loud in my ears, it drowns out all the rest.
“Holy shit,” I mutter once I come back down. Abel snorts unattractively as I roll off him, and then, he groans.
“Ugh, my hips hurt,” he complains.
“Quit spreading them, then,” I retort, and he reaches out and smacks me in the arm. “Bitch.”
“Hypocrite.”
“Yeah.”
We lie there for a while in the silence, and it’s nice. Abel curls against me, head on my chest, and I run my fingers through his hair. It’s probably mid-morning—not that I’ve thought to look at the time. I honestly don’t care. It’s a weekend, and I don’t have anywhere to be.
“Uh… I’ve got plans today,” Abel says, and I jerk. That was fucking weird.
“All right…” I drawl, unsure where this is going.
“I would like you to come with me,” he says confidently, and I want to laugh, but he seems so serious, so I don’t.
“Okay… where the fuck are we going?”
“I want you to meet Mo,” Abel says, and I kind of freeze.
“You want me to meet her?” I ask, my heart kicking. She’s Abel’s family…
“Yes. My old foster sister, who’s kind of like my actual sister. The one—”
“The one you’ve been taking care of,” I say, and Abel nods. “Why today, though?”
He takes a deep breath, which I feel against me. “Because if something happens with this jail shit, I…”
“Abel,” I start, tightening my arms around him, but he cuts me off.
“No, let me say it. If something happens, and I go to jail… I want—no, I need to know she’ll be taken care of.
Everything is already good to go in that respect so shouldn’t have to worry about it, but I want her to be visited often.
She likes visitors. And playing Uno. And she’ll kick your fucking ass at it, too,” he adds with a wet laugh that makes my heart crack.
I don’t like hearing him talk like this. Not because of me.
“Abel,” I try again, and he doesn’t stop me. I feel him swallow, so I continue. “I don’t like that you got in trouble for what you did for me.”
He stiffens. “I don’t regret it.”
I sigh, and squeeze my arm around his waist, digging into his flesh. “I know you don’t, runt.” I press a kiss to the top of his head and breathe in the smell of him. Something sweet like candy and a little sweaty from our escapades.
“I just need you to promise me,” he says after a short while of us just breathing each other in.
“Of course, I will, Abel,” I say easily. I’ll do anything for you. But that goes without saying, I think.
“Morana, this is Peris. Peris, this is Mo.”
“Nice to meet you,” I say easily as I stare down at the girl who means the most to Abel. The first and only of his family. And I’m fucking nervous.
She stares up at me with dark eyes from her chair, curly hair tucked behind her ears. Her brown skin glows in the evening sunlight, and I can’t help but smile back at her when her face cracks into a grin.
“Hi,” she says, then she turns to Abel. “Is he your boyfriend?” she teases, and I’m sure he’s rolling his eyes.
“Yes, Mo, you little smartass.”
“He’s cute.”
“I know,” Abel mocks her, and I smile as I look back and forth between them. Their banter is sweet, and it makes my heart squeeze.
To see Abel with someone he considers his family outside of us… it’s surreal, but it’s nice.
“So…” I drawl as I pull up a chair beside her. “I hear you like to play Uno.”
“Abel’s telling all my secrets, huh,” she says but pulls out a pack of cards from seemingly nowhere, and I blink at her, shocked.
“Yes, she does that,” Abel says with a chuckle at my surprise, completely unsurprised himself.
“Well,” I say, getting settled as I crack my knuckles, my own grin on my face. “Let’s get this party started, shall we?”
“We shall,” Abel says. And when he looks over at me with a soft smile on his face and reaches across the table for my hand, I squeeze back with a soft smile of my own and purse my lips in an air kiss.
“Thank you,” he mouths as Mo starts dealing, and I shoot him a wink.
If this is what our life will be like, I’ll gladly fucking take it.
Because this…
This is the kind of easy I’ve always wanted.