Page 26 of Worthy

His tongue darts out, running over his pouty lips, and my brain misfires. I’m slack-jawed and stupefied. I clench around his cock because I can’tnot,eyes glazing over when Peris’s do.

He wants to hate this so bad.

“S’okay to fuck. To want it. To feel good,” I finally manage to mumble, my words slurred. Peris’s eyes pinch like he doesn’t understand.

“It’s not that simple,” he grates.

“It feels good, right?” I ask, knowing it does. As much as he may hate it, he wants it even more. He could’ve thrown me off of him the moment reality washed over.

But he didn’t.

I sit up, planting my hands on his chest, huffing as his length shifts inside me, settling deeper. Peris’s head rolls back, mussed, sweaty hair clinging to his forehead. Every muscle spasms as we leech into each other. Hate for hate. Ugliness bared.

Pinning him with my heavy gaze, I say the words I’ve always wanted someone to say to me—even if I didn’tneedthem to figure things out.

“Even if it’s with a man, withme.It doesn’t change who you are because you’ve alwaysbeen this.You just didn’t think you could.” I grab his hand and press it to my covered dick. His fingers flex, curl. I swallow.

“Whoeverthey are…they don’t control you.Youcontrol you. Take back your power with me. Take it outon me.‘Cause even with your dick in my ass, you’re still worthy of the love you don’t think you deserve.”

The twitch in his jaw, in his eye, the tremble radiating from his hand into my dick, makes me think I said too much. Too soon. Wrong time, wrong place to get so deep when really, it was never supposed to beso much.So real.

So raw. For the both of us.

My eyes sting for the first time in a long time without the selfish intent to manipulate.

Then…

Peris’s mouth curves up sharply, appearing vastly sinister in the reddish-pink glow to his left, teeth shining as he swipes his tongue across the fronts. His hold on me tightens. I ache and throb, the waves more intense at the focal points of his touch.

Licking my own lips, I stare down at him, my unsteady heart creating a cacophony inside my body.

I’ve never wanted to wear someone’s bruises before. But knowing how pretty he’d make them look…the way they’d morph with the wretched ugly laid bare.

Fuck, I want it. Now.

Peris jerks up, putting his chest flush against mine, pinning me in place with one arm wrapped around my back, the other still on my dick. His breath fans over my lips for one, unsteady inhale before he descends on me, tongue thrusting in, swiping, taking whatever he wants from me.

My jaw falls slack, letting him have it all.Feeling himaccepthis truth.

He rips his mouth away with a growl, so low and dangerous, it makes my gut churn with a feverish thrill.

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth and fuck me pretty,runt.”

The End…

For now.

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