Page 108 of I’m The Worst

She’s going to get me killed.

I drink again, more this time, letting it burn all the way down.

Doesn’t help. I can still smell her. Taste her. Feel her. That’s the worst fucking part. I shove the door open and strip as I move, not thinking—just heat, irritation, and something I don’t have the nerve to name driving me forward.

The second I step under the spray, she goes rigid and turns fast, wiping water from her eyes.

“Jesus, Wolff. What the hell?”

Her gaze drops to my hard cock—just for a second. Then it snaps back up to my face, her cheeks flushing red. I close the distance between us. Stepping close enough to feel the hitch in her breath, the heat of her skin under the water.

“I’m so fucking tired of your goddamn mouth. I’m fucking tired of you testing me. I’m fucking tired of you…” I trail off, because whatever comes next gets stuck somewhere between my throat and my teeth.

My chest is rising too fast, water running over both of us, and I don’t move. Her lips part like she’s going to say something, but nothing comes out.

Just that look.

That same fucking look, searching for something in me that doesn’t exist. She starts to lean in. My hand snaps up, gripping her jaw, stopping her just short of my mouth.

“Don’t. You don’t get that from me.”

I don’t kiss. I don’t hold. I don’t let people get close enough to think they can take something from me.

That shit isn’t for men like me.

Never has been.

“You don’t get soft shit from me.” I tighten my grip on her jaw, thumb pressing hard against her bottom lip. “You get whatever the fuck I decide to give you. That’s it.”

Her eyes widen, wet, still searching mine.

I hate it.

I shove her down by the shoulders.

“Get on your fucking knees.”

Her knees hit the tile with a thud. Yanking her head back by her hair, I force her mouth open with my thumb and push it inside until she gags.

“You know what to do.”

Her hand wraps around my cock, and her mouth follows, taking me deep in one slow, slick pull. My head tilts back, a groan slipping out before I can stop it.

Fuck.

She sucks harder, hollowing her cheeks, tongue flicking over the underside of my shaft. It feels too fucking good. It pisses me off.

My hand tightens in her hair, guiding her as I thrust into her mouth, forcing her to take more. Her eyes water, drool slipping down her chin as her lips stretch around me.

“You want to be useful? This is how you’re useful. Choking on my cock.”

My hips snap forward, fucking her throat hard and fast. Her strangled, wet sounds fill the shower. The more she gags, the deeper I push.

Tension builds at the base of my spine, but I don’t slow down. I use her mouth until I’m right there—until I’m about to explode—then I pull out at the last second, gripping my cock and stroking roughly.

Thick ropes of cum shoot across her face, painting her cheeks, her lips. She flinches but opens her mouth wider, tongue out.

I hate how good she looks covered in me.