“I’ll hit you if I want to. Don’t pretend you don’t like being smacked around a little,” I cackle, ripping my thumb from his mouth to wipe his saliva across his face. “And damn, does it feel good to finally fucking do it.” I bring my palm down across his cheek again just to prove my point. He hisses, whimpers. Shifts around on his knees, making my foot roll over his hard little dick.
I stroke myself once, smearing Abel’s spit along my length, hating how much I like it. Something so repulsive.
He’s panting, trembling. Staring up at me with wide, pathetic eyes. Eyes that have taunted me. For weeks. Months.
“Go on.” I nod my head, thrusting my hips toward his face. My cock bobs in the air, my head red, shining from his saliva, beckoning for more. Abel doesn’t waste any time. He arches perfectly as he leans in to pull me back into his mouth with strong suction. All tight lips and tongue as he hollows his cheeks.
I lose myself to the mind-numbing pleasure of his mouth.I hate it. That I even want this at all, but fuck, it’s good.
He’sgood…
I slam my hips forward, lodging myself into the back of his throat. The tight contraction of muscles makes me weak in the knees.
“How many dicks have been in this throat?” I grunt as I reach down to press my finger along his swollen neck. Abel gurgles around my cock. Spit smears across my skin, dripping down my balls. I pull back just enough to let him suck in a lungful of oxygen before I’m suffocating him again.
“You know what?” I shudder. “Never mind. You’re so much prettier when you don’t fucking talk.” His eyes are scrunched shut, lashes matted with tears as they pool before dripping down. His pale skin is flushed bright pink, stained with my handprints, hands grappling against his thighs.
I cup the side of his hot face with one hand, thumb pressed to his cheekbone so I can feel those tears on my skin. The other grabs the back of his head, pinning him in place as I fuck into his throat. He’s constantly swallowing around me, making my vision blur at the edges, the heat in my groin smoldering.
With a hiss, I pull myself from his eager mouth to rip his sweatshirt over his head, fighting to keep my balance. I want his bare skin on display for me. But I leave his jeans on, my foot still in his lap. He doesn’t get the pleasure of release for all this fucking relentless taunting he’s done.
No. This one’s for me.
Abel falls back on his haunches, torso quivering. His skin is pimpled with gooseflesh, nipples peaked. My eyes rove over his body, seeing it bare for the first time. To add to all the metal in his ears, he has a barbell through one of his nipples. I flick it, relishing in his pained hiss. Then I grab the ball on the end and tug, watching his nipple extend past what I know feels good, bordering on sharp pain.
“Peris,” Abel blurts in a rush. I ignore him easily, excitedly, as I grab the other side and tug it in the opposite direction before moving on to more parts of his body. I score my nails over his chest, creating bright red tracks in my wake.
His chest is small, ribs stark, waist narrow with a dense line of hair leading down where it disappears into his pants.
He’s so perfectly hideous. And I fuckin’ hate him for it.
“Peris, stop!” Abel pushes against my bare thighs, blunt nails digging deep into my wet skin. I hiss, clutching at his shoulder to keep him where I want him. Snatching his chin, I force him to look up at me. All I see is smug hatred.
Oh, runt, you have no idea what you’ve done to me.
“You’re sorely mistaken if you think you have a way out of this,” I purr, brushing my thumb back and forth. “This is what you’ve wanted the whole time, no?” I arch a brow. He swallows loudly, fingers digging a little deeper into my skin.
It feels good. Like I deserve it for what I’m about to fall into.
“What was the end goal? You want me to admit I’m gay; is that it? So you can get the satisfaction of outing the closeted jock.” That part isn’t a question, but the fucking truth. It burns as it falls from my lips, and I have no choice but to fucking feel the singe as it cascades over me like a weighted blanket. Heavy and forceful.
I grab my dick at the base, holding it to rub my head back and forth over his mouth. Abel parts his lips, hot breath coasting over my sensitized flesh. “Except you’re the one on your knees, salivating over my dick in your mouth. And with a face like this…” I press the arch of my thumb to the center of his fat, bottom lip, right below my dick. “I could pretend you’re a girl.”
That makes Abel tense, body shifting from trembling excitement to rigid unease. “Ohhh,” I purr, feeling my lips twist nastily at that little revelation. “You don’t like that…” The left side of my face twitches.
“I bet you have such a pretty pussy, too. So used up, I wouldn’t have to do a thing to slip right inside of you.” My dick has its own heartbeat; I can see my veins pulsing. Abel notices too, his eyes falling from my face to my length right in front of him. He stares greedily, tongue darting out to wet his lips, stealing a quick taste.
I shudder. “Don’t worry, runt. I’ll keep your dirty little secret if you keep mine. Can’t have anyone knowing I like to fuck the trash.” Abel whimpers as his whole body convulses. His dick jerks under my foot, making my lips quirk.
“Yeah,” I breathe shakily as I slide back into his awaiting mouth with ease. “Mmm,” I hum as Abel’s tongue flattens out, curling around my girth. “Of course, you like that. You like forcing people’s secrets to the surface while hiding your own. Not surprising with how fucked up you are.”
Abel bobs his head, falling into a sort of frenzy. I want to slow him down, make this humiliation last just to see his pasty skin blemished with marks and bruises, all covered with a heavy pink flush. To see tears fall unbidden, breathless, pathetic little pants and moans. But the low hum unfurling in my groin, at the base of my spine, is all-consuming after fighting for so fucking long.
My hands find his hair, digging in and clutching hard, needing something to keep me balanced as I lose my mind. “Worthless, pathetic. Disgusting. So goddamn ugly.” I force each word out from the deepest recesses of my mind, where they’ve sat within the most warped, sadistic parts I keep hidden. A vibrating hum travels along my length. My balls are drawn up tight, toes curled against the concrete and the rough fabric of his jeans. The tell-tail throb and pulse of Abel’s cock against my foot sends me over the edge.
I rip myself out of the back of his tight throat with mild regret, my hand already flying up and down my length. Abel drops to his haunches, hands still on my thighs, eyes glued to my dick like he’s still starved, even after having a throat full.
I drop my head back, letting it roll between my shoulders as tingling heat builds, then finally fulminates. I crack my eyes open blearily, hand shaking as I stroke myself through it, a muffled groan falling from my mouth.
