Page 54 of I’m The Worst

Hot water hammers my shoulders. I crank the temperature higher until it scalds.

It does nothing.

I can still feel her ass pressing back against my cock. Her skin under my hands. I grind my jaw and slap soap across my chest and arms, scrubbing hard. It doesn’t reach what’s buried deeper.

I drag in a breath, my lungs burning from the steam, and shut the water off.

A few more days until I’m back in Chicago. Then I’ll put a bullet between Graves’s eyes for giving my name to Commander Weston.

I scrape the towel through my hair and let the water drip down my neck. Pulling on fresh boxers and sweatpants, I yank the bathroom door open.

And freeze.

AJ jerks upright on the bed, her hand slipping out from beneath her leggings.

My cock surges from half hard to rock hard in a single heartbeat.

Her face is flushed dark. Chest heaving. Nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric of her shirt. The sharp, sweet smell of her arousal hits me from across the room.

She breathes hard through parted lips, eyes wide like prey caught in headlights.

“I didn’t hear the shower turn off. I swear. I’m sorry, I’ll just⁠—”

“Finish.” The word comes out rough, almost hoarse. My fists curl tight at my sides.

“What?”

I lean back against the wall, arms crossed tight over my chest. My cock strains painfully against my sweatpants. “Finish what you started.”

Her eyes drop straight to my bulge. She swallows like her throat’s suddenly dry. “Take your fucking clothes off. Now. And finish.”

I push off the wall and step closer. My hand drops, palming my cock through the fabric. She hesitates only a second before her hands move. Shoving her leggings and panties down her thighs in one jerky motion, her shirt follows. Small tits bare, nipples hard as bullets. Bruises everywhere—purple lines ringing her throat, darker ones biting into her wrists.

My fingers twitch.

She leans back on the mattress, legs slightly parted.

“Spread them. All the way.”

Her nervous eyes dart to mine.

“You can’t just⁠—”

“Spread your fucking legs, AJ. Show me your needy little cunt.”

Her knees fall open, slow and shaky, until her pink pussy is on full display—glistening, puffy, dripping down her ass crack onto the sheets.

I step closer, towering over her. “Touch it.”

At my closeness, her breath catches, but her fingers slide down. Two fingers push inside her pussy with a wet sound that makes my cock jerk. She starts moving them, shallow at first.

Fuck. I could ram my whole fist in there.

“Wolff…”

“Shut your mouth.”

She fucks herself faster, back arching off the bed. Her small tits bouncing, hips grinding down on her own hand.