Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

get rid of what was winding through my brain and stomach
like a goddamn screwdriver and pooling between my legs.
Anger and fury and heat and need so strong you’re a
fucking animal, Winter. It’s primal.
Primal.
There was no sense, but it was strong. It was need.
My chest rose and fell harder and harder, the sponge
rubbing down the inside of my thigh, and I gripped it, seeing
him watching me in my mind. Making him watch what he’d
never do to me, and what I could get on my own.
I grabbed a breast, feeling its round, perfect shape and
squeezing it, then tearing my hand away and making it
bounce.
Dropping the sponge, I cupped myself between my legs
and rolled my head, slipping a finger inside me and moaning.
What did he see when he looked at me? Did he want it?
Did he want his mouth on me and his hands on my eager skin,
sweaty in my sheets as he fucked me with my sister out of
town?
Or did he want his little dancer to perform for him? To
make him come but never get me dirty.
GGrowling under my breath, I slid my body up, hooked my
legs over the end of the tub, and adjusted the nob, making the
thick stream of water a slow dribble and less hot.
The little flow of water fell down out of the faucet above,
hitting my clit positioned below, and I let out a whimper, my
body immediately convulsing with pleasure.
I didn’t have any control here, though. I wanted to fuck.
GGripping both sides of the tub, I pulled myself up onto the rim,
my legs still dangling over the side as I got closer to the
stream, positioning myself right under it.
The water hit me, pounding my little clit, and I opened my
mouth, letting out a groan as I rolled my hips into it. The air
tickled my skin as I jutted out my breasts and rode it harder
and faster, getting tapped and teased by the little stream.