Page 10 of Worthy

As I sink my fingers into my mouth to suck off my cum, I can’t help but wonder if Peris would think I look pretty…or worthless.

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It takes me many long minutes to situate myself enough to be able to leave the locker room. Can’t exactly walk around in the general public with cum drying on my face. Though, I did leave the rest of it—along with the mess in my pants.

I like the dirty reminder.

As I step through the front doors, bag slung over my shoulder in preparation for the walk home, I startle when I see Peris’s car waiting by the curb, bass thumping with a song I’ve never heard before. The passenger window rolls down. “Get in,” he demands sharply. I bristle, clutching the straps on my bag like doing so will keep my legs from following the command all willy-nilly.

He may have fucked my mouth and came all over me, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to just magically start listening to his barking orders. I havedignity.And rules.Although, his jizz dried on my skin might beg to differ.

Whatever.

“Now, runt.” He snaps the name like it means something, and damn everything to hell because itdoes.

It’s demeaning and crass. And I, unfortunately, love every humiliating moment of it. It’s gotta be the trauma, I’m telling you. Some sort of crisscross of wires in my brain ‘cause even as I look down at myself: puny, a little stunted, ugly, I’ve gotta admit the fucker is right.

I really am a goddamn runt.I just shouldn’t like the reminder as much as I do.

“If you try something, I swear I’ll—”

“You’ll…what, Abel? Never suck my dick again? Ignore me to death?” Peris laughs mockingly, fingers curling around the wheel as he leans over, looking up through his lashes. “We both know it’s an empty threat.”

My face ignites, and I grind my molars indignantly as I yank on the door handle and throw myself inside with a petulant huff. I’m not used to not having the upper hand.

It’s…uncomfortable. And stifling. And his cum is itchy.

“You piss me off,” Peris snaps as I slam the door shut. He doesn’t even wait for me to get buckled before he’s squealing out of the empty lot, quite literally burning rubber. I tear my gaze away from the rearview mirror to pin him with a glare.

“I didn’t even do anything,” I argue mockingly. “And your lack of respect for my safety is quite concerning.” I stare out the window, blatantly watching his reflection instead of the dull shadows of trees passing by.

Peris barks out a haughty laugh, turning down the volume. “You just choked on my dick with no qualms that I would let you breathe. I could argue your lack of respect for your own safety says a lot more about you than it does for me. I’ve never pretended to like or care about you in any capacity. In fact, I’ve made it abundantly clear I don’t.”

Well, he’s certainly not wrong about that—and my aching throat agrees.

He’s more perceptive than I thought. For someone so popular, he sure doesn’t talk about himself a lot.

The reversal of traditional jock stereotypes is throwing me a bit.

“You, on the other hand,” he continues, “just got in my car without any regard for the consequences.”

I snort, rolling my eyes. Usually, I don’t have to think about what to say—or do—to push him. We’re already so deep inside each other, all I have to do is pluck a string, and he moves.

“As if there are any real consequences to sitting in a car with you,Peris.” The car swerves before screeching to a stop. I jerk around in my seat, eyes rolling as I slam into the door with a pained groan. “What the—”

Peris presses his hand against the entire left side of my face, shoving me against the cool glass. I struggle against his hold, but he keeps me thoroughly pinned as he leans across the center console. I feel his breath first, shallow and hot. Then his lips as they brush over my ear.

“There aremanyconsequences to being around me,Abel,” he sneers my name just like I mocked his—full of heated disgust. “For example, no one knows you’re here, locked in my car with me. I could do a lot with that kind of freedom.” His words send a cold rush through my bloodstream, waking me up, making me hard. My eyes fly open, locked forward, stuck between two halves of a whole—the world outside this car and the very tiny one inside.

“No one to hear you scream, cry out for help…” he muses, tongue flicking along the shell of my ear. “But then again, I don’t think you’re a screamer. Though, it would be fun to find out if you can scream instead of beg. ‘Cause that’s what you are, runt. You’re a fuckin’ beggar.”

I feel the flex in his fingers against my skull before he shoves my head, making it ricochet off the window with a sharp thud. Still disoriented, I’m snatched up by my nape and dragged over. Lips crash into mine with such a bruising intensity, every modicum of air is sucked from my lungs. It’s all teeth and tongue. Clashing, jarring.

I can’t breathe. Can’t think.

I let out a pathetic, wild whimper as our tongues rub together inside of my mouth. He’s deep, humiliatingly thorough as he licks my cheeks and my crooked teeth. My skin flushes with mild embarrassment.

His teeth sink into the muscle of my tongue. I yelp, the sound muffled as he pulls my tongue from my mouth into the stifling, damp air around us. He keeps me pinned exactly where he wants me—eyes too close, almost cross-eyed as he stares at me through the muted shadows.

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