Page 24 of Chula
“How do you know?” She sneers at me. Luna rips her hand away from me and starts grabbing her clothes when I move in behind her. I shove her down over the bed, lower my jeans, and pull my cock free. Then I line it up with her entrance and thrust into her. I need this. I need her, and I think deep fucking down she needs me too, however fucked up this thing is between us.
“Marco!” She cries out my name even though she’s still pissed at me.
“Did your friend do this? Huh? Can your friend fuck you the way I can?” Thrust after thrust, this girl makes my head spin. I can’t think straight around her. She makes me crazy, and she has to know that.
My fingers dig into her hips as I fuck her faster and harder. Each slap of our bodies together gives her more pleasure, and I can hear it in every single moan that falls from her lips.
“Tell me, Chula. Did he fuck you like this?” I ask her once more before slamming my hand down on her ass. The sound of my skin hitting hers just makes my cock harder.
“No!” She screams as I fuck her deeper this time. I get so deep there’s nothing more she can feel except me. And that’s exactly the way I want it. When I feel my balls draw up, I know that’s about to come to an end. I reach around and find her clit and circle it until her knees begin to tremble, and eventually she comes for me. I fill her as she moans and cries out my name. When I’m done, I pull out of her and pull my jeans back up as I watch her go clean up. When she comes back out, she’s already dressed. I take the time to calm myself, if only slightly, before I speak to her once more.
“Where were you, for real?”
“I told you. With a friend.”
“You didn’t come home at all.”
“And? You told me I wasn’t going to, right?”
“That’s because you were supposed to be spending the night with me, not some other guy, Chula!” I roar this time. I run my hand through my hair, but she’s making me insane.
“You didn’t say that.”
“Why do you like to challenge me? Hmm?”
“It’s fun watching you get pissed off, Marco. Besides, if you wanted to stay the night with me, you wouldn’t have left me.” She’s right. I shouldn’t have left her, but she needed to learn a lesson the hard way.
“I’m not going to say sorry,” I tell her. She smirks over at me and shakes her head as she pulls her shoes on.
“Wouldn’t expect you to, but tell me why. Why did you leave me?”
“You don’t deserve this life, Chula. You deserve more, better than this. Being in a crew isn’t for you. It’s for the lowlifes who can’t go anywhere else in life. It’s for people like me.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t talk down about yourself, Marco.”
“It’s the truth. I’ve been in and out of jail since I was a kid. This is all there is for me.” I confess to her, throwing my arms out to the sides to make my point.
“What did you want to do? Before this?” she asks me and seems to be genuinely interested.
“When I was younger, I wanted to do art. Maybe teach a class.”
“You draw?”
“I love to draw. I love to paint. All that street work you’ve seen all around? That’s me.”
“You’re kidding me? The graffiti is yours?” she asks, unsure she heard me right.
“Yeah. That’s my outlet when this shit gets to be too much.”
“Why didn’t you go to school for it then?” she asks. I shrug and run my hand down my face.
“A lot was going on back then. My mom was crazy, my brother left, and my younger brother was dead. It was just all too much, and this was the life I’d known, so I went with it.”
“That’s sad. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m not.”
“You’re not that old, Marco. You could go back,” she tells me, and now I smile.
