Page 38 of Queen of Ruin

She makes it impossible. One hand strokes up my inner thigh and then settles around my balls, lightly squeezing and massaging them against her palm while she continues to slowly bob her head up and down my cock. I’ve no idea what I did to deserve this, but it’s a dream to be woken by a beautiful woman unable to keep her hands to herself.

Am I really living that dream right now?

“Holy shit,” I whisper. My hips lift slightly off the bed as Valentina sinks low enough that my cockhead lightly bumps the back of her throat. She swallows, and the silky compression of her muscles around the crown of my cock coupled with the intense pressure as she sucks is more than enough for me to lose complete control.

Not that I had it to begin with.

My orgasm crashes over me in gentle yet intense PULSES. My balls tighten, my cock twitches, and all my pent-up heat explodes forth in a rush that Valentina repeatedly swallows down until I’m completely spent and sagging back down onto the mattress with a pounding heart.

“Wow…”

“Good morning,” she murmurs after pulling off my cock with a soft, light pop. “How are you feeling?”

“Any answer other than amazing would be a disservice to being woken up like that,” I groan softly, propping back up onto my elbow to look at her. “Holy shit.”

“Good?” She lazily begins crawling up my body toward me.

“So fucking good,” I reply as she reaches me. Cupping her chin, I guide her in for a slow, lazy kiss, uncaring about the taste mingling between us. “Want me to return the favor? I’m eager to oblige.”

Unfortunately, she shakes her head and kisses me again, a lazy press of lips that lasts through several slow, sweet exchanges until she curls her lower lip briefly into her mouth. “I’m too sore. Later.”

“Absolutely.” Word of her pain causes me to lean up fully, and I help her re-situate herself on the bed beside me. “I need to get you painkillers. And food.”

“I’m not hungry.” The words have barely made it past her lips when her stomach gurgles, growls, and then rumbles so loudly that I quickly cover her abdomen with my palm and feel the vibrations beneath.

“You wanna try lying again?”

“Not a lie,” she says. “I don’t feel hungry.”

“Well your body definitely is. And I can’t give you any painkillers on an empty stomach.”

“Alright. What’s on the menu?”

What indeed? After finally sleeping for the first time in weeks, my mind is clearer. Whoever was at my apartment has turned that place into a no-go zone. Money-wise, I’m scraping the last cents from my account to pay for this room, which limits food to whatever exists in the dollar vending machines I glimpsed on the way in last night.

At least until I get more cash.

But where? I can’t ask Valentina when she already saved my life with that cop. I could call a couple of people from the bar, but meeting or interacting with them in any way risks putting them on the radar for whoever is after us, cops included.

I could steal it, but from where? It's been a long time since I’ve had to steal money, but it was a surefire way to fuel my terrible drug habit back in the day.

“Diego?” Valentina’s hand rests on my arm and her brows knit together with concern when our eyes meet. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I was just thinking of the most effective route to get you painkillers and food without having to spend too long outside. Because why would I want to leave with you right here?” Lightly grasping her chin once more, I lean down and kiss her again as slowly as before. There’s slight heat to the touch, but I can’t tell if it’s from a fever or from her activities.

I pray it’s the sex.

“Stay here. I’m going to get dressed and find you something to eat.”

“I can come.”

“No!” It bursts out of me and I shake my head. “Sorry. You’re in pain and if we run into anyone like that cop yesterday, I don’t want you to feel like you have to defend yourself or anything like that. So you stay here and rest.”

Her lips press into a thin line but she nods her agreement. “Alright. I’ll stay.”

After tucking the blankets around her, I head into the bathroom to relieve myself and wash my face. If the worst comes to worst, I can break into the vending machines and just take what I need, but painkillers aren’t cheap or easy to come by. Especially if I don’t want people asking questions.

Turning to the sink, I run the tap and wash my hands and then pause when I catch myself in the fogged mirror.