Page 8 of Worthy

My release coats Abel’s face and chest in thick globs of gleaming white. His eyes are closed, but his lips are parted, like he’s hoping for a taste. Some of my cum coats his lip, and a deep sense of satisfaction washes through me watching his tongue dart out to swipe over his mouth to take it in. I feel a deep sense of satisfaction watching his tongue dart out to swipe over his mouth to take it in.

“You may be ugly, but damn, do you look pretty covered in my cum,” I breathe.

Damp warmth seeps across the sole of my foot. I flex my toes before dragging my foot off Abel’s lap. A dark spot pools at his groin. I can only imagine the sticky, gross mess inside.

“Fuck.” I shudder, elated that he gets off on this. On being treated like the wanton slut he is. Crouching down, I put myself in Abel’s line of sight. Hearing my movement, he cracks his eyes open, squinting warily. My eyes track over my cum, how it covers him, dripping and sticky and nasty. There’s even a bit coating the barbell at the bridge of his nose, making it shine in the harsh light above.

I swipe my index finger over his cheek. Holding it up, I wait for Abel to part his lips—which he does after only a split second of hesitation. I shove three fingers in, pushing into the back of his throat until I hear him retch.

“Shh,” I hiss. “You wanna eat my cum, don’t you, runt?” I spread my fingers. “Yeah, you do. You’re fucking ravenous for it.” I pull my fingers out, laughing dryly as Abel chases their descent. I pat his head, ruffling his hair.

“Don’t worry. It’s all for you. No need to get greedy.” I push myself up. His eyes follow, from my feet all the way to my face, slow in their ascent, in their blatant perusal.

I press my foot against his lap again. Abel hisses at what is probably a very cold mess now. I laugh mockingly. “No one gets to treat you like shit but me. You wanted this? Well, now you have it. And I have fucking plans for you.” With a sneer and a refreshed sigh, I grab my towel from the dirty floor, sneaking a glance at his scuffed, pink shoes nestled under his ass before leaving Abel where he sits, covered in my cum and in his own, aching and waiting.

For nothing.

I get dressed with a smile on my face, feeling refreshed for the first time in months.

I know later—whenever that might be—I’ll hate myself for giving in to what I can’t want, but right now, I’m gonna fucking relish in taking Abel Silver down a notch.

And I can’t deny that he really does look good on his knees and covered in cum. Like that’s exactly what he was made for. To be used. Wrecked and ruined. For me. Because of me.

Chapter Three

Abel

The door to the locker room slams back into place as it closes, signaling Peris’s departure.

I still can’t catch my breath. Every intake feels too shallow, too fast. My mind is spinning in dizzy elation.

He finally gave me what I’ve been pushing for. Months of forcing myself under his skin has led to this moment—the one where I knew he would inevitably wreck me. And it was so much better than I ever could’ve conjured up in my own head.

For a closeted homophobe—his words, not mine—Peris wasnotafraid to take what he wanted. He shoved his dick down my throat like he needed it to breathe.

I press my fingers to my aching throat. They slip through a streak of cum, giving me pause. I stand on shaky legs, hissing at the pins and needles blooming from my upper thighs down. My steps are light and hesitant as I round the wall of lockers, coming into the view of a mirror on the front wall.

I blink rapidly as I take my new reflection in. The cum streaked across my face and torso glints in the light. It’s already starting to dry, leaving my skin itchy in places. My feet bring me closer to the mirror of their own volition, and it’s not till my hands press against the glass that I let myself absorb what I’m seeing to be true.

For the first time in my life, I don’t look as ugly as I feel. My skin is blushed, a wonderful pink color, still vibrant from his slaps, giving a great contrast to Peris’s release staining me. I use my mirrored image to reach up and swipe through some of it on my neck, near my collarbone. My fingers find my mouth.

I watch my lips part, and my tongue sneaks out to lap it up. Cold and tangy. I swallow.

Maybe I’m not so worthless after all.

Without thinking, I dig my phone out of my pocket. My hands tremble a bit as I open the camera app and hold it out in front of me. Instead of looking at myself through the mirror, I drop my eyes and snap a couple of photos, angling the camera so half of my face is cut off, but all of my body is in view: cum covered skin, jeans tight and wet with my release. Red blemishes from Peris’s rough handling.

Disgustingly pretty… ‘Cause now it’s his cum on me this time.

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I’m pinned to the wall with his body. After four long months, maybe he’s finally reached his breaking point.

I’ve gotta admit—he lasted longer than I thought he would’ve. He must have some real trepidation shoved behind all his anger.

“I know the game you’re playing,” he sneers, breath hot and heavy as he looms over me. I’ve never felt as small in my life as I do when Peris is next to me—and it’s not just the obvious height difference.

Peris exudes confidence. He’s the captain of the basketball team—one of the best players in the state. He’s popular and well-liked for a reason; he’s genuinely a good person.

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