Page 86 of Make Me Bleed
“Goddamnit,” I growl. I meet his advances with fervor. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I suck on it, making him groan loudly. Abel’s nails dig deeper into my skin, and I mewl, pulling away from the pain of it. I’m sure my back is shredded at this point, but I also don’t care because it feels so fucking good, just himtouching me.
I reach around his hip and slip my index finger along his crack. Abel spreads his legs wide, and I feel his smile when my finger slips right inside him. “Jesus Christ, runt,” I pant against his cheek, feeling sweaty all over.
“I know.” I pump my finger a few times. “Add another. C’mon.” He wriggles his ass, and I reach down and smack it with my free hand.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I reprimand him, even though I fuckinglove it.I pull out and shove both fingers into Abel’s mouth. He sucks on them both, laving them in his spit, nevertaking his molten silver eyes off me. I yank them free with apopand slide them back down to press them both against his hole. I circle them around until I feel the flesh give way and then slowly press inside as Abel bears down.
“Ugh, fuck.” He drops his head back as I fuck up into him. He wraps his leg around my hip, digging his heel into my ass. I lean into him, pressing our hard cocks together, which makes him whimper. I use my free hand to stroke us both together lazily while I fuck his ass.
I quirk my fingers, digging around the soft tissue inside him until…
“Oh!” he squeaks, and every muscle tightens. His leg slips on the shower floor, and I use my leverage over him to haul him completely against me, pinning him to the shower wall.
“There it is…” I muse softly as I rub my fingers against the bundle of nerves inside my runt. Abel’s eyes roll back, and his head falls to the side, completely and utterlygone.
“That’s it, baby.” I use my leverage against the wall to stroke our cocks. It’s sloppy and messy and not very good, but Abel doesn’t seem to care, and I’m about to explode just from looking at his face.
“Peris!” Abel drawls on a long, drawn out moan, and I relish in the way his cock twitches pressed up against mine. His channel twitches and clamps around my fingers as he cums in hot bursts. I watch his cum disappear into the water, and I mourn it for about two seconds before my vision whites out and I lose myself to my own release.
“Holy shit,” I mutter when I finally come back down.
“Holy shit is right,” Abel concedes, and I release my grip on him. He slowly drops to his feet and slumps against the shower wall. The water has cooled significantly, but it feels good against my overheated skin.
I drop my head back and let the water rush over me—until I feel eyes piercing the side of my face.
“What?” I ask without opening my eyes.
“You’re different,” Abel says, and I can’t help but snort.If he only knew how different I’m not.
“So are you, runt.”
“Yeah, but I’m mostly the same. You’re… well.”
“Yeah, I know.”
He smirks, and my heart does a stupid little flip.Damnit all to hell, anyway.“I like it.”
“Well, that’s good,” I pull out of the water and swipe my fingers over my eyes to clear the water. The pulling in my bladder draws all my focus and an idea sparks. “Your turn.” I grin at him.
“To what?” He frowns at me. “Stand in the water?”
“Yes.” My heart beats a little faster.
“Why?”
“Because I said.”
“Okay…” We swap sides, and Abel drops his head back to get his hair wet once more, and I grab ahold of my dick to relieve myself on him. He doesn’t seem to notice at first, but when the more noticeably warm stream trickles across his foot, his toes wiggle and he leans forward out of the water and blinks it away to stare down at his foot.
“What the… Peris! Are you—” he cuts himself off as his jaw falls slack. I continue peeing on him, my lips quirked in a cocky grin. “Are you fuckingpissingon me?” Abel finally asks, voice high and squeaky, cheeks ruddy and flushed.
I quirk a brow and finish my stream, making sure the last of it jets over his own junk. “Of course, I am, runt. Just marking my territory.” I bark a sarcastic laugh.
“Oh, my God,” he breathes, eyes wide as he stares at me. I lick my lips as I stare down at him, so obviously embarrassed. Butthere’s something else, too. The dilation of his pupils, the flush of his cheeks, the way his hands are trembling at his sides…
I bet if he hasn’t just come, he’d be fucking hard.
Oh, puppy…
