tainted - 19

I roll over, my head aching from the vodka and eyes stuffed with sleep. There's still a bit of vodka left so I chase away my angry banshee of a hangover with it.
That's when I notice it's almost noon and Ri isn't there and right when I start to panic and think he fled, couldn't deal with any of this anymore, then the room door opens and there's Ri, looking really tired to be sure but he manages a ghost of a smile.
'I just went to check on Seth. He's doing a bit better,' he says. 'I gave them the room phone number in case anything changes. I picked up coffee and food and I'm not sure I should have but-'
He's got coffee in one hand and vodka in the other and tries to offer me the coffee but that's not gonna happen, not yet, I need to get numb before I jump-start myself. This could get really addictive, it's like bang, instant the pain vanishes.
'You're starting to drink way too much,' he whispers, gesturing to the empty from last night which I swear I don't remember buying a bottle that big or maybe it grew overnight like a nightshade plant well-fed with pain.
'I know,' I say, and not even angry or anything at him for pointing that out, just exhausted.
He makes me eat a bit which I wish he could've grabbed something less greasy cos my stomach does not enjoy its breakfast. I almost puke but stop myself just in time and light a cig which settles it some.
'Here,' says Ri. 'Close your eyes.'
And the last thing, if anyone had asked me, is just what I need, he's down on me so soft at first then rough I think he's gonna suck all the cum out of me. He knows my noises too well cos instant I'm almost there he stops and just plays with it gently and then he's slipping inside of me so gentle, his hand stroking my pubes but just stopping short of my dick. I can't hold back anymore and shoot all over the place which makes him push deeper in me than ever before, his breath against my neck while he cums in me just tingles so nice and perfect that I make him leave it in after and drift off with inside me.

It's dusky out when I wake back up to him fucking me again and it makes me feel so safe, makes me feel like he's got control of things even tho I've turned into something of a mess. I let him cum as much as he wants, just enjoying the feeling of him in me without needing to myself. But then he insists on giving me a bath and I never expect his hands stroking me to feel so fucking awesome, I'm so sleepy still but so relaxed that I drift in and out of sleep with him not stopping til I finally cum again and kiss him deep.

I'm so in love with him and before he can react I've pulled him into the tub with most of his clothes on and we just spend hours kissing. He knows he made me feel a thousand percent better just cos it's like I always thought and trusted so well, we were meant to be forever.

I just look into his eyes, so beautiful I could fall right in and never come out.