I spent the whole day in Aurelio's apartment with my shame, and I fixed the loose leg on his kitchen chair because my hands needed a job.
Every time I shut my eyes I saw the mirror, his fist on his cock, my own hand between my legs.
I had been a lot of things before this. A check scammer with a record Hugo cleaned up.
None of it embarrassed me as much as how much I liked him watching me.
He came back after dark. The door hit the wall and he filled it, with blood soaked dark down one sleeve.
Aurelio: Don't get up.
He sat down hard at the table and I saw the cut, long and red from his wrist toward his elbow.
Veda: What happened?
Aurelio: A man with a knife and bad aim.
I got the kit from under his sink and cleaned it, and he didn't flinch once.
Aurelio: You're good at this.
Veda: I've patched Hugo up plenty. He cries more than you.
His skin was hot under my hands and he watched me the whole time.
Aurelio: Say what you're thinking.
Veda: You don't want to know.
Aurelio: I asked.
Veda: I want you. I've wanted you since the worktable.
I said it with my hands still on his arm, because it was easier than looking at him.
Veda: And it scares me, because wanting you feels like something is wrong with me.
Aurelio: Look at me.
His eyes were black in the low light and his jaw was tight like he was holding a door shut.
Aurelio: Nothing is wrong with you, Veda.
Aurelio: Say it plain, and if you want to stop, you say that, and I stop.
Veda: I want you to fuck me in this chair.
Aurelio: Then get on.
I climbed onto his lap and his mouth was on mine before I got settled, and he kissed me like he was starving.
His good hand went up my back under my shirt and pulled my bra strap down.
I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he hissed when the cloth dragged the cut.
Aurelio: Take your shirt off.
I pulled it over my head and his hand was on my breast, his thumb dragging over my nipple until it hurt.
Aurelio: Get my belt.
Veda: You're hurt.
Aurelio: My arm's cut. My cock works fine.
I got his belt open and his cock out, thick and hot in my hand, and he groaned when I stroked it once.
Aurelio: Condom. Wallet. Back pocket.
I got it on him with shaking hands and he watched me do it.
Aurelio: Come here.
I pulled my panties to the side and sank down on him, and he filled me so slow my mouth fell open.
Aurelio: Take it. All of it.
He grabbed my hip with his good hand and I started to move, the chair creaking under us.
My clit rubbed against him every time I came down, and it built fast, too fast.
Veda: Aurelio, I can't, it's too much.
Aurelio: It's not too much. Ride it. Look at me.
So I looked at him, and his face was open in a way I had never seen it.
Aurelio: That's what you do to me.
Veda: Don't stop. Please. Fuck, don't stop.
I came with my forehead against his and my hands in his hair, and he cursed and came right after.
The kitchen got quiet, and his phone buzzed on the table. Hugo, on the screen.
I thought about my brother's face when he handed me over to keep me alive.
Aurelio: If he asks where I was tonight, I'll lie to him. For you.
Aurelio: I gave him my word about you, and I'm breaking it. I'm choosing you.
Aurelio: Now tell me you're not going to run.