Haecceity | Oscar Diaz

12. a sinner's prayer

Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz

"Will you chill out? You're weirding me out", Cesar commented eyeing me suspiciously.

I rolled my eyes before taking a seat beside his hospital bed. I was still on edge. He was okay, but I knew that my little brother was not okay.

He was nearly killed a couple of days ago. Gang life had caught up to my baby brother. I feel guilty.

I brought him into this life. The same life that consumed my own. This life that only took and never gave nearly as much as what was given to it.

"How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?", I questioned.

"My chest hurts a l-little", he stuttered out slightly.

I nodded taking in his words. "The doctor said that it would for a while", I told him.

"Oh", he quietly said.

We fell into a tense silence. There were so many things I wanted to say to him, ask him. I was trying to find the words when the door to the hospital room opened revealing Gabriella with bags of food followed closely by Jasmine who carried a tray of drinks.

I quietly watched the two dweebs interact with one another. Jasmine had pulled a tray over to the bed before spreading his food out for him to eat. A small smile tugged at my lips as I watched a blush form on my little brother's cheeks as Jasmine helped him sit up comfortably in bed to eat.

Although there had been another chair in the room, Gabriella sat perched on my lap. She was happily munching on some fries while doting on the two dweebs from a distance. Her scent was flooding my senses and I became well aware of how good she was looking today.

"Te necesito, Rielle", I whispered in her ear before we excused ourselves from the room. (I need you, Rielle.)

"Oscar", she uttered repeatedly as I fucked her from behind in an unoccupied hospital room.

I had her bent over with one of her legs hiked up and her bare chest pressed to the bed. Fuck, she is so warm and tight. I would literally kill someone over her pussy alone.

"Baby, please?", she begged.

"Shut the fuck up and take it", I grunted in between thrusts.

I was about to nut again. I had taken her in three separate positions already. Each position allowing me to fuck her deeper and make her cum harder than the last.

She was probably sensitive from overstimulation. I could hear the tears in her voice as she begged me to hurry up while her legs shook violently. There was a resounding gush as I continued drilling her through another orgasm. Her walls spazzed around my dick gripping it firmly, stroking the nut right out of me.

For the past few days, I found solitude in Gabriella's body. She knew that the sex would not change anything that happened. Yet, she happily became the distraction, the comfort I needed by allowing me to dig her out at least five times a day.

Like previously, I had wrecked her. I laid on her back kissing her shoulders and neck while milking the last of my cum from my balls. Squelching noises and our soft moans were heard as I swiveled my hips still a while longer.

"Fuck!", she cursed aloud before letting out a tired chuckle.

"You alright, baby?", I asked Gabriella, my hips finally coming to a standstill.