Page 37 of I’m The Worst

I sit against the wall, keeping my eyes on the fire. “It’s not to keep you in.”

She hesitates, brow furrowing. “Then…?”

“It’s to keep them out.”

Her lips part. “Oh.”

“Sleep.”

“You don’t trust them?”

“I don’t trust anybody.”

Silence.

Fucking finally.

My head drops back against the wall. There is no way in hell I’m sleeping tonight. Not with five fucking mercs in the next room. The heat slowly rises, and she kicks her sleeping bag down to her waist, her shirt riding high on her flat stomach. Her pulse is pounding hard enough that I can see it from where I’m sitting.

She rolls onto her back, staring at the ceiling.

“I can’t sleep,” she blurts. “I can’t— I keep thinking about someone breaking in. Someone⁠—”

“They won’t. Sleep.”

“It’s not that easy.” Her hands twist in the sleeping bag. “My head won’t stop. Every sound, every shadow, it feels like—” She looks at me, firelight flickering in her pupils. “I need something to help me sleep. Do you have anything I can take? Or drink? Anything to shut my head off for a little bit— Please.” Another crack in her voice. “I can’t be alone with my thoughts. I need a distraction. I need…something…”

I keep my eyes on the door. Ten feet of hallway. Two windows. One blind spot in the corner. If someone fires⁠—

“Can we fuck?”

What the hell? I slowly turn my head back toward her.

She’s staring at me like she means it. “Can you just…fuck me? Please?”

“No.” My jaw is so tight I can barely get the word out.

“But—”

“If you want to come, do it yourself. Or shut your mouth. Either option, just leave me out of it.”

“Fine,” she snaps. “I will do it myself…” She mutters the rest under her breath.

She shoves the sleeping bag down to her hips. Her hand dives straight beneath her leggings. The second her fingers hit her cunt, I hear how wet she already is.

I grit my teeth and stare at the doorframe. Focus on the hinges. The lock. The shadows.

She doesn’t go slow. She fucks herself hard. Her other hand pushes under her shirt, groping her tit, pinching her nipple. A broken, filthy whimper tears from her throat.

My cock surges against my zipper.

Unwanted flashes slam into my head.

Her on her knees, choking on my dick, throat bulging, tears running down her face while I force every inch down until she gags and drools. Her tight little cunt stretched around three of my fingers, then four…

She’s close now. Hips bucking wildly. Thighs shaking. Her eyes flutter open, and when she comes, she looks right at me like I’m the one wrecking her.

Back arching off the floor, she slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle the moan, but it still leaks out. Her whole body jerks through it, then she collapses onto her side, panting.