Shower

You dragged yourself from the tangled sheets, legs unsteady as the cooling sweat made your borrowed skin prickle. The mirror across the room showed your mother’s body, your body now,flushed and marked, Jamie’s fingerprints still purpling your hips. You swallowed thickly, the ghost of salt and musk coating your tongue as you stumbled toward the dresser.

Your fingers fumbled with a silk robe, the fabric slithering over skin that still buzzed with the memory of hands too rough to be your husband’s. All you could think about was being fucked by those big cocks....and how your father would react if he knew his wife had done that.

The robe clung to your damp skin as you shuffled toward the bathroom, each step sending a dull ache between your thighs, Jamie’s parting gift. The tiles were cold under your bare feet, the shock of it sharp enough to make you hiss. You fumbled with the shower knob, fingers slipping twice before the water roared to life, steam already curling in the air.

The water cascaded over your shoulders, dragging trails of sweat and musk downward.

The scalding water hit your skin, but you barely flinched, your mind still trapped between Jamie’s thighs, his rough grip tilting your head back as he fucked your throat. You leaned against the shower wall, breath hitching as phantom fingers traced your hipbones, replaying the way his cock had stretched you open, the obscene slap of skin on skin echoing in your mind. Your mother’s body trembled under the spray, nipples pebbling as if remembering the bite of teeth. A whimper escaped you when your own fingers brushed your clit, and electricity shot up your spine. You just could not stop thinking about it.

The bathroom door creaked.

"You forgot to lock it,"