Chapter 15
Yael
I’m sure I am about to have a heart attack…
or maybe I’m about to come in my pants from the need to be inside her.
Blood rushes to my ears, making the city noises muffle under the roaring of my heart and the soft moans spilling from my Ciela’s lips.
I close my eyes, sinking into the moment, feeling her body respond to my touch.
It’s like an orchestra and I’m the one directing the sound.
My fingers curl inside her—hitting that spot that makes her quake.
“Fuck… Yael,” she pants, making my cock twitch. Adri’s walls contract around my fingers, so tight.
“So wet,” I voice out loud, “Tan bella mi morena.”* My eyes flutter open, just so I can sit back and watch her shatter for me.
She rides my fingers, matching the rhythm of my fingers and taking everything she wants from me, because it’s only hers to take.
She looks so beautiful, her green eyes hooded, lips swollen from kissing.
And I can’t think of anything more perfect than her. Wild and coming undone from my touch.
My cock strains painfully against the zipper of my pants, and even though I'm desperate to be inside her, tonight won’t be the night.
Gotta make her sweat it. Make her desperate for my touch.
For me, not just my cock. Plus, I know her well enough to know she will regret it in the morning.
Adri shoots up, her arms wrapping around her neck as her pussy flutters, telling me she’s close.
My thumb circles over her clit, and the sound she makes goes straight to my dick.
“Fuck…” she moans. “Don’t stop.”
I chuckle at that, because I am going to stop. If she wants to come, it will be on my face. With that, I pinch her clit, making her scream and causing her pussy to clamp down on my fingers. Mi Ciela likes pain. Oh! This is new, but I think I like it.
“What… Why are you stopping?”
Pulling out of her, I bring my digits to my mouth and taste her. My eyes close, indulging in her heady taste, my taste buds coming alive. She’s divine, and I’m the fool ready to worship her, my tongue swirls around my flesh making sure to not waste a drop.
“Fuck, Yael, that’s...” She can barely speak.
“You wanna taste me?” she asks, feigning timidness, and driving me crazy as she gathers her dress around her waist. The fabric of her pink panties ride high between her pussy lips, the middle part damp with arousal.
A smirk forms at my lips; I nod, and she smiles, beckoning me forward with a hooked finger. “Show me...”
I chuckle, licking my lips, still tasting her on my tongue.
Without another word, I show her.
Turning my snapback around, I don’t bother removing the barrier between my mouth and her pussy.
My mouth devours her, sucking in her panties until her juices coat my tongue.
The taste of her explodes through my taste buds—making me groan into her center while making sure not to waste a drop.
Her sensitive bud hides beneath the fabric; I find it, my tongue flicking around it, even through her panties.
She moans loud, legs trembling as I continue my slow and deliberate pace.
I indulge in every breathy groan, every twitch, every trace of her essence.
Once I’m done cleaning the fabric, using my teeth, I push the fabric to the side just so I can dip my tongue inside her tight hole.
Drinking her straight from the source. Her hips grind into my hungry mouth, a prey begging to be devoured.
Adri’s nails dig into my scalp, it hurts like hell, but I don’t stop.
That’s it, baby. Coje todo lo que es tuyo.
* The feel of her encourages each stroke and plunge of my tongue.
Her legs tremble before clamping around my head, her body bucking, trying to push me away.
“I’m about to—” she squeals, as if coming in my mouth isn’t already the point of eating like a starved man. I slap her pussy and hold her in place.
“Mine,” I growl, the sound vibrating into the sensitive nerve. She shudders, her legs falling open in sweet surrender as I continue to eat.
Her hips move in sync with my mouth, as Adri's body chases the sweet release only I can offer her. I groan into her when I feel her walls flutter around my tongue, and even though she’s shaking, I continue my torture, feeling her arousal and my spit drip down my chin.
She’s a mess, and I’m a greedy fucker—consuming her with that same greed the bible warns about.
I lap and suck until her body goes limp, leaning into the metal frame, screaming my name into the night sky.
I pull back to watch the sated look on Adri’s face, that post nut glow that always made her look ethereal, and I bask in her glory.
“You look beautiful,” I murmur, before placing a kiss on the inside of her thighs. Her muscles go taut, and once again, she squeals. My heart blasts off at the sound, my body feeling airy and ready to take flight. Everything feels so light.
“Only way to shut you up still,” I tease, knowing that her mouth could run for days, but a flick of my tongue will make her speechless and a needy mess.
Always did. It’s good to know it still holds.
She laughs at that, kicking me playfully.
For a moment, I just look at her, my chest feeling like it’s about to burst from all the emotions inside me.
Thankfully, she puts me out of my misery when she whines playfully, “No, my dress is dirty.”
“Well good thing, Don Rogelio can keep the laundry open now.” I lick my lips, still tasting her on my tongue.
She blinks. “Fuck the money… Yael.”
I stop her with a hand, already knowing where she’s going. “I didn’t do it to earn any favors with you. It’s something that I do when the old folks need help. Seriously, just doing the right thing.”
Adri hasn’t been around, so she doesn’t know that I have made it my business to help around the block.
Especially with the elders who, like my grandma, were abandoned by their good for nothing families.
With that, I offer my hand, helping her get down from the stairs and onto the ground.
She fixes her dress, red already staining her cheeks, making her look flushed and nervous.
“Still, it’s a lot of money.”
I shrug. “Money comes and goes.”
Adri laughs softly, fixated on her dress. Her fingers trace the lace trim at the hem. The tension in the air has thinned out into something lighter, almost domestic. This is what I’ve missed the most. This feeling. It's nice. The corner of my mouth lifts into a crooked smile.
“You know,” I grumble, scratching at the nape of my neck. “I’m down for your thirst trap videos, but only if you record them.”
Her pouty lips form an o, her eyes round and full of hesitation. “Oh no. I can’t.”
I nod, not letting her back down from this one. If I’m going to put myself out there, I want to be comfortable, this is too awkward for me to do alone. And even weirder to ask anybody else.
“No,” she mutters with a small tilt of her head, studying me. “You’re serious?”
“As a heart attack,” I say, smirking. “This is a job that only YOU can do.” I make sure to put some emphasis behind the word to let her know just how serious I am. Adri laughs again, a snort escaping her, a tell tale that she’s nervous.
“You’re ridiculous,” she quips.
“Maybe,” I admit, “but you’ll make me look good. And I won’t be as nervous around you. I call that a win.”
She shakes her head, still smiling. “You’re impossible.”
“Nah, I’m right.” I grin, watching her cheeks flush. “You’ll see. We’ll make art out of thirst.”
Adri snorts again, only this time it’s from how hard she’s trying to hold back the urge to laugh.
“C’mon what can go wrong?” I ask, noticing how she stills.
She falls quiet, her features shifting to serious. “Everything.”
Adri looks away, her gaze searching the night sky for answers only she can give. I step closer to her, lowering my voice.
“Why don’t we start small. One video. If it feels wrong, we stop.” Those emerald orbs flick to mine, uncertain but full of curiosity.
“You really think we can pull it off?”
I shrug. “No sé.* I think it’s worth the try.”
Adri nods absentmindedly. “Fine. One video.”
“Deal.”
Two weeks later….
“That’s it baby,” I use my fingers to spread the tight hole, sucking my lip between my teeth. “Asi…” I add, making sure to make my tone extra sultry and raspier than usual.
“Move closer,” Adri mouths from behind her phone.
I try my hardest to focus on filling each crevice with sazon and sofrito. Not gonna lie, this is awkward as fuck, imagining sexualizing your food in front of the girl you like. I guess that helps…but still.
We are on week two of our little arrangement. Alex usually sleeps over at his parents’ apartment two streets over on Thursdays, and I take full advantage of having her all to myself.
Every Friday morning, at exactly four a.m., she sneaks across the street so she can record while I prep for the day. My eyes track her even while I’m looking directly at the camera. Adri catches everything with her phone, then waves with her hand, a silent cue to do it again.
I smirk, slowly gliding my tongue over my bottom lip, keeping that eye contact.
My fingers spread into a v-shape and, through my lashes, I look up and bite down.
Adri says they love it when I do this, that it’s provocative.
Working with her has been fun, but also exhausting.
Not that I’ll complain about it, if I’m being honest…
I enjoy the early mornings we spend together—even if she’s a little bossy, and my prep time is longer than usual. I look forward to it.
It also helps that our conversations lead to more ideas and other fun things.
My gaze flicks to Adri, giving her the best fuck me eyes I can manage as I massage the seasonings into the pernil.
This isn’t as sexy as it sounds or as easy as I make it look right now.
The earthy fresh scent invades my nostrils, making me nauseous from the over exposure to it.
Like I said, things get old when you do them over and over.
Plus, we’ve been at it for nearly an hour.
“See how wet? How moist?” I purr, making sure to punctuate the ‘t’.
Adri crouches in front of the counter, the top of her breasts pushing against the fabric when she leans in to catch the squelching sounds of the meat.
She nods, encouraging me to go on. I follow her lead, leaning into the surface.
The cool surface bites into my bare abdomen as I press closer, wishing she would stop recording, and we could move to the fun part.
“You want your meat to look like this—glistening, covered in sazon.”
She rolls her eyes, and I use the moment to smack the pork shoulder, making it bounce. “Make it… good enough to eat,” I say with a little surprise to my tone, when the recoil is a nice wave that is caught on camera, and with that, she concludes her clip.
“You’re going to get us banned.”
I shrug.
“You wanted a thirst trap… so… Cooking is sensual anyways,” I tease, rubbing the marinade in a slow circle. “Let me find out you don’t appreciate art.”
Adri chuckles, her index finger moving side to side. “Oh no, I can.”
“I don’t think so.” I wave her over. Adri’s mouth opens to speak before thinning into a firm line.
“Come here,” I firmly say with a wave of my hand.
She stares at me, debating whether to move closer, I’m shirtless.
She’s in a tank top and shorts. And our one time agreement always turns into a repeated offense.
What can I say… It’s hard to keep our hands off each other—even harder to stand by our word, especially when we are alone.
When it’s clear that we still want each other.
Como dice el dicho, donde hubo fuego las cenizas siempre quedan. *
It’s early and I’m fucking starving. All I want right now is to devour every inch of her.
Make up for every second we were apart. After a brief hesitation, Adri closes the distance to standing beside me before pressing play on the video.
It’s as cringey as you’d imagine, but I look good—so I give her my blessing to post.
Adri giggles at the beginning when sazon gets on my stomach. It’s pureed garlic, thick, and under the light, it looks more like cum than anything. I groan, exhaling harshly, pretending to be annoyed. “Now, the deal is you gotta make me look good, Adri.”
“I did…” She drags the word, her tone oozing with sarcasm. I chuckle, bringing my hands to the air and wiggling my finger, preparing for the tickle ambush I’m about to deliver. She squeals, jumping up with anticipation.
“Oh no, Yael,” she quickly says. “Don’t fucking tickle me.”
“Oh, I am,” I quickly respond. “Ciela, I’m gonna tickle you. And then I’m gonna devour you.”
Her legs clench together, and my chest swells with satisfaction knowing the effect I have on her.
Erasing all the jealousy, all my doubts and concern about Lenny and her, because I know.
I feel it in my heart. No one, not even my cousin has ever had her like this.
Of course, we still pretend to not like each other outside these walls, but here, there’s no pretense.
Nothing but desire to persevere, to build something greater than us. And fuck, it’s been working.
* Tan bella mi morena - My dark-haired beauty is so lovely.
* Coje todo lo que es tuyo. - Take what’s yours.
* No sé - I don’t know.
* Como dice el dicho, donde hubo fuego las cenizas siempre quedan. - How the saying goes, where the fire burns the ashes remain.