Page 30 of Make Me Bleed
Nothing and no one has ever felt as good as him, andfuck meif that doesn’t sting to admit right now.
“What are we doing?” I blurt against the side of his neck, tongue flicking out to taste his salty flesh. “Fuck,” I groan.Too good.
“Fuck if I know anything,” he says as he continues his perusal of my body. I feel him shiver when I lap my tongue out for more of his flavor. Sweat and cologne and something heady I’ve never been able to name. Something that’s strictlyPeris.
Peris grinds his cock into my ass, and I gyrate my hips right back, hating the clothes between us as much as I know we need them because without them…
“The suit…” I choke out, forcing my feet to take a step away from his wandering mouth.
“What?” Peris says, releasing my throat with a loud sucking noise, and I would wince at the marks I know are covering my neck by now if I actually cared, but I don’t. Not really.
“The suit,” I try again, shaking my head to clear some of the fog. What am I doing? What are we doing? This is… this is crazy…
“Peris. What are we doing?”
“Don’t,” he says when I pull away, arms outstretched to bring me right back to him. His rolled up sleeves exposed his tattoos,and my eyes drop to them on instinct, taking them all in greedily. Art upon art is magnificent.
“Don’t what?” I rasp, blinking dazedly. I can’tfocus.
“Don’t fucking pull away from me.” He reaches out and yanks me toward him. I fall against his torso with anoomph,the breath knocking out of my lungs.
Silence befalls us as Peris drags his nose through my hair, and I let him do it. Honestly, he can do whatever he wants, and I don’t think I have the ability to stop him. I feel his sharp inhale against me. The way he shudders. How he holds his breath and rakes his nails down my spine before settling them at the base of my back, near the dimples just above my ass where he digs his nails in deep enough to make me cry out.
I arch against the pain. Then, my eyes roll back into my skull when Perismoansin my ear.
“Still a fucking freak,” he says, but the words aren’t derogatory. They’re said with admiration, and I feel my face heating at his unexpected praise. “Good.” And with that, he shoves his hand down the back of my skirt, feels that I don’t have any underwear covering me as he grabs my ass, and groans loud enough to make me flush hotly from head to toe.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Abel,” he grunts, using his hold on me to force me to grind against him as he shoves one of his legs between mine. The contact against my cock is heavenly, and I can’t really complain, so I comply with the silent request and ride Peris’s leg while he guides my movements with his hands on my ass.
His hold is tight and unyielding, and it feels so goddamn good.
No one touches me like this.
No onecan.
Not like him.
I won’t let them.
“F-fuck,” I stutter, eyes burning unexpectedly as my groin coils with heat. Everything is so hot.
Fingers reach down and pinch my chin in a harsh hold, yanking my head up. “You gonna come for me, Abel?” His fingers tighten on my ass cheeks, the tips delving closer toward my crack, to my hole, and I clench automatically, wishing I could feel him there.
“Yes,” I whimper pathetically. I know it’s coming, and fuck, I need it. My thrusts come a little quicker against his leg. The friction is just right, and I reach down to move my skirt out of the way. Just a little less fabric is all I need and?—
“No.” He stops me with two steely hands on my hips, thumbs delving into the hollows of my pelvic bone.
“No?” I ask, blinking widely up at him, eyes burning at the rejection.
“Not yet.”
“Fuck. Peris,” I mewl, hating the way my face is heated in embarrassment.
“Sucks, doesn’t it?”
His words sluice over me like ice water, and I stumble away from him as he releases me. We didn’t even make it out of the entryway of his room. How pathetic.
“You’re a cocksucker,” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest as I step back into the room. I don’t know why I’m not leaving. I should leave.
