Hermosa Asesina

thirteen

Her head rested in my lap, covered by a blanket. This isn't quite what I meant by saying I wanted to sleep with her tonight, but, I'll take it.

She was lightly snoring, bringing the blanket up to her neck. When I called her last night the second I heard her voice I realized she sounded...off. You could hear the sorrow in her voice, how undeniably sad she was. Of course, I knew about Tatum's diabetes. Type one, diagnosed at twelve, in and out of the hospital for the first two years. Tatum is a miraculous kid. He attended UCLA and graduated high school with a 4.3 GPA. Anybody could tell this kid had potential, but especially Madeline. There was no doubt she loved him.

I let my head fall back against the wall behind me and closed my eyes, sulking in her divine scent. It's the same scent I had smelled when I had her in my lap, kissing her neck.

"Not boyfriend my ass..." I hear a faint voice say. I look up to be met with Tatum's judgmental eyes. "You're the dude my Sister keeps abandoning me for right?" He asks lighting himself up to sit upright.

"In the way you're assuming, no," I say whispering, trying not to wake her.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if I could, you know, have her back." He grunts, loud enough to make her start moving in her sleep.

"As much as I'm sure you miss your sister, I need her quite a bit more." The talking starts making her shuffle more, inching closer to my chest.

"Well- she's my sister! I've known her wayyyyy longer." He practically shouts. She stirs in her sleep before finally sitting up and wiping her eyes. She looks down at my lap and snaps her head up to look at me.

"I-" She says, her voice hoarse. "Did I fall asleep on your lap?"

"Yeah. Possibly the most blissful night I've had in a while." I whisper to her with a smile. Her cheeks turn the lightest shade of pink before looking over to Tatum. She paces over to him before grabbing and engulfing his body. She asks him questions regarding his health and his eyes soften seeing his sister.

"Tu hermano es bastante posesivo." She looks at me and smiles before looking back at Tatum. The confused look on his face tells me he has no idea what I said.

"No le gusta estar lejos de mi." She says cupping his face.

"Maddie, why are you speaking in Spanish? Are guys talking about me? I swear to god Maddie if you're trash-talking me I will bite you." The comment makes the both of us laugh before she plants a kiss on his left cheek.

"Of course, you would think we're talking about you." She says lightly slapping him, before harshly slapping him. It catches the both of us off guard and she grabs his chin.

"What in the world would make you eat that much sugar in three days huh?" She yells at him. He rubs his cheek as he shakes his head in frustration.

"I was- I was hungry okay! Blame the fat-ass twelve-year-old in me!" He shouts back. She scolds him about his sugar intake before looking back at me.

"Lamento haber dormido contigo." She says walking towards me. "Esta cansada."

"Nunca te disculpes por un buen momento." I smile back at her. She smirks lightly before sitting down on the couch next to me.

"No tenias que hacer esto. Tatum habria vivido de cualquier manera." She whispers looking at me. Since shooting me, the way she acts around me is different. She's nervous, sentimental almost. She feels remorse for it, and it's almost like she's scared of what I'll do to her.

"No se preocupe. I didn't want the environment and chaotic mess of a hospital to bother you while you were with Tatum." She smiles before looking down at her hands.

"You guys look like you're gonna fuck all over that couch. Please, don't do it while I'm awake, actually, call a doctor so they can knock me out right now!" She bursts out in laughter causing me to chuckle. The grabs onto the upper part of my thigh, inches away from my cock. My breathing hitches as I sit back on the couch, trying extremely hard for my dick not to rise. I grab onto a part of my leg that was showing since all I was wearing was basketball shorts, and pinch it with all my might, temporarily stopping the boner.

"Tate, Santiago is my friend. I'm handling business with him." She says rubbing the back of her neck, not moving her hand.

"You having a friend is as rare as my diabetes being cured." He says wrapping his arms around his chest. She rolls her eyes and stands up, finally moving her hand away from my thigh. She continues talking to him as I eye her body up in down. Fuck, she had an amazing ass. It jiggled every time she walked, it's something I've been staring at since the night of the party. They continue talking until something Tatum says catches my eye.

"Kaden called me while you were gone." I sat up leaning in to hear what he said next. Madeline's body stiffens before biting her nail. "He asked if you were okay, and that he still misses his Teddy.

Teddy?

"Did you tell him anything about me?" She asks folding her arms.

"Nah, just said you were out of town. And, no, I didn't tell him where we stay." She lets out a sigh before a hand over her face. She walks away from him and her whole demeanor changes. She sits on the couch beside me again and I can tell something is wrong. She's no longer as giddy as she was when she first saw Tatum awake.

"Esta bien?" I ask her putting a hand on her thigh.

"Esta bien."

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Tatum got discharged and we both left our separate ways. She was clearly not the same after hearing Kaden's name.

I marched to my room and immediately took off my shirt. I looked into the mirror to change the bandage of my wound. Whilst doing so, I couldn't help but think about her hand on my thigh. The way my hand traveled her body the night before. The exquisite scent of her perfume. Blood rushed to my penis causing an audible groan to leave my throat. I look down at my basketball shorts to see the very large imprint of my dick sticking out.

I untie the string and slowly pull them down so I'm only left in my boxers. I sit at the edge of my bed pulling my boxers down, causing my penis to spring out. I grab the base, imagining that it was her hand, rubbing up and down with just enough pressure to cause my head to roll back.

I pressed my thumb to the tip causing a loud moan to escape. I closed my eyes as my hand went on faster griping tighter, precum spilling from out of my tip, lubricating the base.

"Fuuuuuck." I moan thinking about her mouth trying to hold all of me. My hips rotated up making the sensation even better.

"Ay Dios Mio, Madeline." I grunt under my breath as my hips twitch forward causing cum to leak all over me. The load covered my chest and dick, my breath heaving.

God this woman will be the death of me.