Through Realms Of Sins(Short Stories)
Water pounds her shoulders while she braces one hand on the tile and lets the other slide between her legs.
“Fuck, Shane,” she whispers, rubbing her swollen clit in fast circles.
She can still taste herself on her tongue from his kiss, can still feel his mouth drinking her squirt.
Two minutes and she’s coming again, biting her forearm so people doesn’t hear.
She stays under the spray until her skin is pink, then wraps herself in a towel and pads barefoot toward the sleep room to grab fresh scrubs.
The door is cracked open.
Shane is leaning against the bunk bed, arms crossed, wearing jeans and a tight black tee, no crutches, no cast, just a smug grin.