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“Oh, no, baby. I don’t need alcohol to fuck you. I’ll need alcohol forafterI fuck you,” he says bluntly, and I almost laugh because same.
“Why?” I ask anyway, knowing I don’t want the answer but needing to hear it, regardless.
“Because I’m gonna wish I was dead.”
CHAPTER 9
PERIS
I feelAbel’s eyes on me, peeling my skin back with their intensity, and I want to crawl into a hole. But I can’t do that because I fuckinginvitedhim here. I’m going to pay him. To fuck.
“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter to myself, regretting my decision but also not because how can I? He’s here in front of me for the first time in nearly two years.
He’s really here…
I reach out toward him, needing to feel him to make sure I’m not making this up, and he lets me touch him. His cheek is warm to the touch, and I relish in it. I drag my fingers along his flesh, up around his ear, feeling each piercing against the pads of my fingers.
Abel’s eyelids close, and his head drops into my palm just slightly, enough that I feel the weight of his head against me, and it has my heart clenching pitifully.
We could’ve really been something.
But now, we’re nothing more than this disturbing, chaotic mess that neither of us know what to do with.
Abel doesn’t say anything to my blatant admission, and for that, I’m grateful. Though, he does keep looking at me. Won’ttake his eyes off me for more than a few moments, and it’s unnerving, but that’s just fine.
As long as we don’t talk about it.
His face slides across my palm as he moves up on his knees and brings his face closer to mine until our noses brush together and my breath is stuck. Heart thudding painfully, Abel leans forward, eyes falling closed as he dips closer, and this is it.
This is the moment it changes.
I selfishly watch his lips curl into a pucker, needing to see he wants me that way before I let my own eyes close and drop my head against his and bring our lips together in a long-awaited sanctuary.
Abel gasps, eyes flying open wide—as do mine—and I’m gone for.
With my eyes locked on molten steel, I mold my lips to his and kiss the breath from his lungs, steeling it for myself—as is my right.
Abel kisses me back eagerly, keeping his eyes open as well, and it’s weird, but it’s us, and I don’t care because he’s touching me andhell.It’s messy as Abel’s tongue prods against my lips. I part mine and allow it entry, groaning loudly as our tongues dance and slide together in a mess of saliva. It pools between us, dripping down my neck.
“Oh, fuck,” Abel whimpers, and I return the sentiment with moans of my own. I crawl on top of him, clamping my hand tightly around his waist and dragging his body beneath me as I drop down on top of him.
“Y-yeah,” he stutters, legs flying up to wrap around my waist, and it’s so good to feel his heat. But not good enough. I slide my palm downward, over the piercing in his belly, tugging on it for a moment until he arches into me. Over the smooth fabric of his skirt until I’m beneath it and feeling hard, silky flesh against my palm and?—
“Oh, shit, baby, you’re leaking,” I groan, dropping my head to his shoulder as I swipe my thumb along his cockhead, smearing the fluid gathered at the tip. My own dick twitches in assent, harder than it’s ever been.
“Mmm,” he mewls, and his legs kick at my slacks, heels digging into my ass as he tries—and fails—to pull off my pants using his legs while his arms scrabble to yank off my shirt by ripping it up and over my head.
“I’m gonna have to let you go,” I tell him, squeezing his cock a bit tighter to emphasize my point.
“Fine, yes. Naked, now.” He releases me, albeit with a quick nip to my shoulder, which makes me hiss, and then starts tugging at the buttons of my shirt, eyes wide and crazed and just how I remember them. And it’s almost like before… except now his hair is pink and he’s covered in patchwork tattoos that I want to lick—so I do.
I drop my head down and lick a path up the side of his sweaty neck while working the buttons through their loops. My shirt falls off my shoulders, trapping my arms at my sides, and Abel uses this to his advantage. He pushes me back using all of his strength until I flop onto my back, arms trapped behind me.
The smirk he gives me is enough to make my blood sing. He reaches down and undoes the button for my slacks. He slowly drags the zipper down and then grasps the waistband and pulls them over my hips, briefs and all, until I’m naked and he’s dropping them to the floor.
“Now, that’s much fucking better,” he says, sounding proud of himself—and then, it gets really fucking quiet.
“What?”
