Is this what fear smells like?
But what could Static possibly be afraid of?
“You have no idea, my treat,” he answers my thought out loud, and I choke as his weakening stream trickles just inside my mouth before it cuts off and I’m left gasping, covered in piss, and my cock is harder than I think it’s ever been.
That thought makes me gulp, swallowing the bitter liquid that’s in my mouth without thought.
“Did you just…Oh, fuck, darlin’.You’re absolutely perfect.Fuck.” A weight settles against my stomach, and then, Static’s mouth is against mine, utterly devouring me.
He doesn’t seem to care that I’m covered in his urine—thatI justswallowedsome of it. No, he shoves his tongue deep inside my mouth, exploring and devouring every inch of me he can reach. And I’m putty in his hands.
I fall limp against the bed frame as I let Static take me apart, little by little, piece by piece, until there is nothing left of me but what connects me to him… and that just so happens to be so much now.
There’s so much of me that is his, the lines are blurred and crossed, and I can’t tell which way is up, but for the first time, I don’t care because it justfeelsright, and that’s all that matters.
I breathe out and let the static in my brain take over. It buzzes and vibrates my bones, making my dick twitch against Static’s body where he rests heavily against me.
“You’re so fucked up. You’re my perfect little treat,” he rasps against my throat.
“Static,” I whimper, unable to say anything else. Because he’s all there is.
“I’ve got you, darlin’. Just let go for me.” He drags his finger down the length of my jaw to encircle my collared neck, and I fall into the abyss.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Perfect Little Angel
Static
The sight of Madison taking my piss like a perfect boy instantly makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life, and it makes me want so many more things with him, but I know we don’t have all night.
We can’t.
And some part of me fears this is the last night I’ll have him—because we made a deal.
I tell him my truths, and I get Mayhem again.
We haven’t talked about it, but I know this is the end of the line.
Madison won’t want anything to do with me after this.
How could he?
I’m completely and utterly fucked up, and he sees all of me now.
He’s handling me better than I ever could’ve imagined—even better than the first time—but I know this is a one-off.
How could anyone as perfect as him, as undamaged as him, ever want someone like me?
And don’t get me wrong. I know Madison isn’tperfect.I know he has his demons and a past, like the shit with his fuckin’ parents and everythin’ they put him through. But he’s… he’spurein a way I never could be. In a way I don’t deserve to experience.
And that’s okay, I think.
As long as I have this, right now, I’ll be okay.
“Static…” he breathes out, and I inhale deeply. He smells of me, and nothing has ever turned me on more.
“Darlin’,” I purr. “You look absolutely delightful.” And he does. His hair is soaked and disheveled, face bright red and glistening, eyes glassy and dazed.
