Chapter 19
Yael
Who would’ve thought our story would begin on a hot summer night. That one song would set the heat for the fire that would soon consume us. One song, one look and just like that, everything went up in flames. A love so bright it never stopped burning.
“Wiki Wiki,” by Yaviah, pulses through the speaker, the bass crawling up my spine, shaking the asphalt beneath us. Or maybe it’s the alcohol. Who knows. But I’m feeling wavy…
Caught in the rhythm, enjoying the feeling of my girl up against me.
Her body in perfect sync with mine as if she was made for it.
Adri’s hips circle, her hands braced on her knees, my hands on her waist. Sweat glints along her neck, the streetlight catching every movement as we grind to the beat.
The same fire that started all those years ago, reigning in the dark.
Once again consuming us in its flames. Adri’s ass presses against my cock, and I groan.
Heat surges through me.
“Tan bellaca*,” I whisper against her ear when she leans into me. There’s no space between us, my back is against the bodega’s wall. The rough cement rubbing against the mesh fabric of the jersey. “Sigue bailando así…” *
“Y que?” *
She stops moving for a second, only to look back, green eyes flashing with mischief.
Then she starts again, harder. And if she continues to grind into me like this, I’ll give her exactly what she’s looking for, without giving a fuck who’s looking.
By the time the music drops, we move like one body, and when the song finally ends, my tongue is deep inside her mouth, exploring it with hunger.
Her hands thread into my hair, pulling me even closer.
“Get a fucking room,” Alex shouts from beside us, Ruben agreeing, and I flip them off without breaking the kiss, but they are right about one thing.
We do need a room. After everything that happened today, I’m ready to call it a night and finish what we started before Lenny interrupted.
I pull away from our kiss, smiling when I see her flushed with need, her already pouty lips swollen.
“Wanna finish what we started?”
She sucks in her lip and nods.
“Good, mami,” I murmur. “I do too.”
With that, I grab the Henny bottle left on steps beside us and lead her away from everyone, not giving a fuck about tomorrow’s chisme.
Now that Alex knows I’m with Adri, he won’t bother coming home, so I lock the place down, watching as my Ciela wanders down the hall, staring at the pictures framed on the wall.
I sneak behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and smell her.
Adri leans into my chest, her finger tracing the tattoo of her eyes on my forearms.
“You didn’t cover them up?” she asks softly, as if unsure of continuing. “I noticed when I first arrived. I thought by now you would have covered it up.” She hiccups. “I can’t believe it’s there.”
“And it will always stay there,” I respond, kissing her temple. “Your eyes are one of my favorite things about you. So expressive. I love them.”
“That so?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I reply, and her body melts into mine, her ass rubbing against my dick.
Adri turns in my arms, eyes glinting with playfulness that makes me smile. “What else do you like?”
“Everything.” I don’t hesitate to answer. “Everything,” I repeat, feeling her drag herself over me.
“Wanna play a game?”
I click my tongue. “No, we just got done playing a game.”
She tilts her head, lips curving into that smile that always used to make me give in. “Come on,” she says, voice low and sultry. “You’ll like this one.”
I raise a brow. “You sure about that?”
Slowly, she steps back, eyes still on me as she unbuckles her jean shorts and pushes them down her thick legs. “Positive.”
The air between us shifts, “So what’s the game?” I ask, bending down to grab her shorts.
Adri shrugs. “Cat and mouse,.” This time she removes her shirt and chucks it in the air. Reaching up, I catch it and bring it to my nose, taking another hit of her delicious scent that has goosebumps rising on my skin. “What if I catch you?”
She smiles at that, and her chin lifts. “Then you win.”
My voice drops as I begin to peel off my own clothes. “And what exactly do I win, Ciela?”
Adri grins, completely unbothered by the effect she's having on me. Her bra lands on my face, her round and plump tits bounce with her step. “You’ll find out.”
A laugh rumbles from my chest. “Dangerous answer, mami.”
“Maybe that’s the point.”
“In that case,” I growl. “I’ll give you a head start. Consider it a gentleman’s advantage.”
“How generous of you.”
She backs away, her laughter echoing down the hall. “Oh, baby, make it fun… Cuz when I catch you, Adri, I’ll be fucking you until the sunrise.”
With that, she squeals and takes off.
While I trail behind her in slow and deliberate steps, letting the adrenaline build inside me. She darts around the corner, and I chase after her. Adri has always been trouble, and thankfully I have a habit of always ending up wrapped in it.
It doesn’t take much to catch her, if anything she makes it entirely too easy. By the time I make it to her, she’s bent over my kitchen counter, looking over her shoulder and giving me those fuck me eyes that make my balls tighten and my dick spring to life.
I stop a few feet away, enjoying the view, basking in the glory that is Adriana Santos. Crossing my arms, I ask, “That’s it? That’s the best my little mouse can do? Este gato tiene hambre…*”
A daring smile slowly stretches across her lips.
“And I got something for you to eat,” she replies coyly, and with a crooked finger, she beckons me forward. And like the good boy that I am, I move at her command, noticing that somehow she got the bottle of Henny out of my hands and into the kitchen. Fuck, I’m really wasted.
Either way, I keep moving, licking my lips as I watch her tilt the bottle, letting the amber liquid spill down her bare back.
When she arches, the Henny pools at the small of her spine, right between the two dimples that I love toying with.
The smooth sweet scent of the cognac is heavy in the air.
Adriana tilts her head, daring me to come closer.
The amber liquid glistens against her brown skin. “Wanna take a lick?”
I scoff… and take a lick..
Yeah, I’ll be doing exactly that and more.
I lean in, tracing the trail with my tongue—slow and deliberate, making her squirm in my grasp.
The flavor lingers on my taste buds, and it doesn't matter that it burns.
I want more. She laughs, breath catching when I press closer, tasting her skin and the liquor together.
The thought of marking her makes my pulse jump, and I groan against her flesh.
I give her ass a little smack, watching the ripple of the smooth muscle before leaning closer and taking a bite. Adri jumps, a soft sound escaping her lips.
“Wait here,” I tell her, before giving her another firmer smack and stepping away towards the fridge.
I’m exactly where I need to be. Different plan but same outcome either way.
I can feel her eyes on me, tracking my every move.
I open the fridge, smiling when I see the thin layer of ice that coats my lucky ones.
A black smooth tile, with one dot on each side, the very one I used to do exactly what I’m about to do next.
Plucking it out of the ice tray, I turn around and lean into the fridge., letting the cool surface bite into my heated flesh. Watching as she squirms, clenching her legs together and fighting the curiosity to turn around to see what I’m about to do to her.
With the tile now between my fingers, I move towards her, stepping behind her.
Using the domino, I trace the edge of the tile against her shoulder blades.
Then the curve of her spine, relishing on the goosebumps that rise on her flesh.
She shivers, the cold leaving a wet trail that glows against her heat.
My heart lurches, my cock strains painfully, and my hips press closer.
My dick slips between her plump cheeks as I continue the trail down.
“You know, didn't your family teach you it’s not good to play with your food,” she blurts out nervously, biting down on her lip, desperate to turn around.
I wish she would. I wish she could see how much I want to devour her.
How much it hurts to have this much restraint after years of not having her.
I want to take my time, make every second count. Make every touch memorable.
“I’m not toying with food,”I murmur. “I’m admiring it. I told you cooking is art, and I’m only memorizing the moment.”
“Yael. She breathes my name like a plea, and as much as I hate denying her pleasure, I need to so I can deliver something more.
My hand moves to her messy bun, pulling her curls free from her restraints and fisting them.
I yank her backwards, my dick sliding up with ease when she arches into me.
Slowly, I move the cold tile down her sternum, feeling her body shudder under my touch.
I smile against her skin.
“I’m so happy that you’re back,” I whisper before grazing her flesh with my teeth.
Adri trembles, her knees almost giving out under her.
When the corner of the tile traces circles on her hardened nipples, she moans and I groan.
My pleasure derives always from giving hers.
I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
The same wet swirls until she’s a writhing mess, begging for more.
“Please…” she begs. “I need it.”
“You gotta listen first.”
Adri shakes her head in disapproval. Defiant even in surrender. “No,” she whines. “We will talk tomorrow.”
“Nah,” I tell her, leaning closer to her ear. “You’re gonna be good for me?”
Her nod is quick and desperate. “The best.”
My cock twitches with anticipation at her words, my pulse stuttering, and I swallow hard trying to steady myself.