Page 44 of Red Queen
“Hey, pendejo.” She moves past me, stopping in the middle of the room. “We have to talk.”
Oh no. That’s never a good thing to hear. “About what, exactly?”
“That you’re damn childish. And you promised you’d grovel. I don’t really see that happening yet.” She raises her eyebrow, her eyes piercing into mine.
“The emphasis is on ‘yet’. I just got in a crash, I’m happy that I can even come back this season, I’m not in the mood to suck up to you right now.”
“You’re not? You’re right-handed. And you broke it. And I’m supposedly your girlfriend now. So, unless you plan to achieve a record no-nut challenge, be nice to me.” She purrs, stepping closer, while flirting with her eyes. Fuck. One thing this woman can do is turn my legs into jello.
“What… What is this supposed to mean?” I ask with a weak voice, trying not to fumble and fall down on my knees.
“It means that if you’ll be a good boy and stop being a pendejo, I’m willing to take care of you.” Her fingers lightly brush against my skin, tracing my arms up to my neck, stopping at my chin. I let out a small whimper at her words, my body reacting immediately to her touch.
This sudden change in her? Fuck me if I’m not taking it. We’re back in business, baby.
“Yes. I’ll be a good boy,” I answer while nodding, and as she leans in closer, my nose fills with her sweet scent.
“Good. Vickie said we should go on a date tomorrow. Take me somewhere nice and I’ll consider giving you something nice in return,” she whispers in my ear, then gives a quick peck on my cheek before she steps back and turns to leave with a wicked smile on her face.
Did I hear that right? Is my fake girlfriend bribing me with sex? I have to make sure I didn’t actually die on Sunday. Even though I can barely stand her, there’s no point in denying that she’s the sexiest woman on Earth.
I look down and see the impact of her words, my cock full on hard in my pants. Damn, the witch strikes again. She’s making me horny with only a few words. It’s definitely not a good look for me. And I can’t even do anything about it, because my right hand is dead. Thanks so much, bruja.
I decide to take a cold shower, desperately trying to untangle myself from this mess, but apparently, nothing helps. I’m thinking of puppies, my exes, even my 60-year-old PE teacher who was positive he could still climb up a rope. I think you can guess he was, in fact, super wrong. We saw some nasty stuff that day.
But even with all of this, my brain can’t shut off thoughts about Rosa. I think back to our first date in Canada, how good it was to spend time with her. I usually don’t really care about mypartner’s personality, but I was drawn to her from the very first moment. She was so different from the others.
We genuinely enjoyed spending time together until I realized she was lying to me. Most girls are so boring… Sex was always good. But right now, I feel like no woman could live up to Rosa, however much I don’t want to admit it.
“Get yourself together, Acosta,” I mutter to myself. I’m almost shaking from the cold water now, but thoughts of Rosa keep flooding my brain. I think back to our little fun time in the car, thinking how long it would’ve taken me to make her come with my fingers. I think back to her wicked smile, and I can’t help but wonder how those full lips would feel curled around my cock. “Fuck. This is not helping at all.”
I can’t take this anymore. I turn the water temperature back to warm, filling the tub a little, until I’m not shaking from the cold. I move the faucet and let the water fall on my cock, getting it more aroused.
I thought this only works for women, but turns out it’s quite good for a man in need as well. I hold it between my legs, then start stroking myself with my left hand, which more or less feels good. It feels like I’m being handled by someone who’s never given a handjob before.
“Rosa.” Her name falls off my lips as a quiet whimper, trying my best to bring myself closer and closer to finishing. I remember back to her moans, how she was so tight, because I was the lucky man after quite a while that got to be inside her.
My dick hardens, on the verge of blowing, my thoughts doing more than my hand. I’m desperately moving it up and down, chasing the pleasure I felt when I was buried inside her. As I feel myself getting closer and closer, her moans fill my ears, the memories vivid in my mind, and nothing else matters.
Utter bliss takes over as I stroke myself one last time, crying out her name in pleasure as the warm liquid splatters over my body.
“Dios…” I mutter, trying to calm my breathing.
Either I’ve gone crazy or it’s a perfectly normal thing that I’m fantasizing about a woman who I’m mad at, but also insanely attracted to, and on top of that, she dislikes me. This is the most confusing thing ever.
29
ROSA
Iwake up to the sunlight peeking through the curtain, and as I roll over to check the time, I feel something heavy pulling on my side of the blanket.
My head whips back, and I see a peacefully sleeping Mateo, his hands tucked under the pillow, his broad chest on display. I suddenly realize that I’m naked, and my eyes widen when I lift up the blanket from his lap, seeing that he’s also naked.
When did we get here? And more importantly, how? I only remember that I went over when he arrived from the hospital, and I might’ve overheard him calling out my name while I was taking a shower from the other side of the wall, but I don’t remember how we got into my bed. Something’s not right.
I turn back to check on the time, but my clock’s wheels are spinning around in fast motion, not stopping at all. I turn it, and take out the battery, then put it back, but it’s still not stopping. What the hell?
“Hmm.” I feel a hand snake around me, and Mateo pulls me back into a cuddle. I decide not to think about the clock anymore, focusing on the man beside me.
