Page 18 of Caught Looking
I had no idea where the sounds I was making were coming from, but Yariel’s dirty promises were like a furnace in my gut. “God, that’s what I want. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
And finally he didn’t. In no time at all, Yariel had me on my knees, lubed fingers working inside.
“Tell me how bad you want this cock,” he demanded as he pressed a finger to my gland, making me throb with pleasure.
“I want everything you give me. All of it.” I pushed back into his fingers as he got me ready. I focused on the feeling of what he was doing to me. Those big hands gripping hard and gently touching me at the same time. The same hands that over the years had become as familiar as my own, and yet I never knew they could touch me like this. “I’m ready, please.”
“Just a little more, baby.” He worked what felt like two fingers in and out for a moment and then turned me around to face him. He was flushed, the light gray of his eyes swallowed up by the black of his pupils. His wide, generous mouth was pink and a little swollen from my kisses. I leaned in, wanting more. He grabbed my sides and pressed me tighter to him as our tongues slid together in a rhythm that was already as familiar and necessary as breathing. I ran my hands over arms, feeling the prickle of the hair on the palms of my hand while overwhelming possessiveness filled me. This man was mine.
“I love you.” I said it right then because it felt as real as any truth I’d ever known about myself. “Te amo.”
He made a tortured sound, like every word out of my mouth undid him little by little. He pressed his lips to mine, hard, and I let him look for whatever it was he needed to find with that kiss.
“I can’t even remember a time when I didn’t love you. You’ve been it for me since I laid eyes on the first day of class and you asked me if my Jordans were real.”
I laughed at the memory, remembering the moment like it had happened yesterday. The way he looked, the way I felt.
“Did you really know?” I asked vaguely, knowing he would understand exactly what I was asking.
He nodded and kissed me again. “I knew you were the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen. I knew I must be gay because there was no confusing the things I wanted with you.”
I could’ve drowned in conflicting feelings of lust and tenderness. “I get why you didn’t, but I wish you could’ve told me then,” I confessed as we continued to touch.
He shook his head, hands roaming back down my back and to my ass. He dipped a finger inside, making me gasp, and the consuming want came roaring back. “Everything would’ve been different if we’d done this back then.”
Something about the way he said it made me think there was more I needed to know, but with his hands on me and in me. His teeth and tongue grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, my world whittled down to what Yariel was making me feel.
He handed me a condom that must have come from wherever he got the lube, and very carefully I rolled it on him while he gritted his teeth. He was big, and I knew from the first time those first moments were going to hurt, but I needed him inside.
He grabbed himself and asked very seriously, “Are you sure?”
I nodded, already making room for him. “Please, babe. I need you.”
We breathed in unison as I moved so he was right at my hole. He stroked me with one hand as I took him in a little bit at time. The initial discomfort soon gave way to pleasure as Yariel worked on driving me crazy. He tweaked my nipples, stroked my cock, massaged around my rim until he was fully seated inside. He grunted as I moved, and the sound made me think of a rearing stallion ready to burst out of the gates.
“I feel you everywhere.”
“I love being inside you,” he said through gritted teeth as he pushed up a tiny bit and tilted me toward him, making something inside me go off.
“Ungh, do that again, harder.” I didn’t have to ask twice; soon he was fucking me with sharp jabs that were lighting up every nerve in my body. I twisted around to kiss him, and his tongue was hot and greedy, his moans of pleasure rumbling in my chest. “I love this. You feel so good, Yari.”
“I knew it would be like this,” he panted after a particularly delicious thrust. “I knew once I had you we’d both be ruined.”
I shook my head and bit his bottom lip, then sucked on it. “I’m not ruined, I’m caught,” I said, and went back for another kiss. And because he was a fucking showoff, Yariel tipped us down on the bed. Within seconds I was on my back with one leg over his shoulder while he fucked me in earnest.
“Mm, you were made for my cock.” He growled as he pistoned his hips, turning my insides turn to molten lava.
I nodded, arms circled around his neck and holding on. Taking all the power that body was unleashing on me. “I was made foryou.”
His eyes widened, and it was like something snapped inside. He took my mouth hard as he redoubled his efforts, the angle hitting me exactly right with every thrust.
“I think I’m coming,” I said between gasps. With another growl, he lifted my hips so he was fucking right into my gland, and soon I was screaming his name, muscles tightening from the waves of pleasure coursing through me. “Yari!”
I felt him stiffen above me, and I opened my eyes so I could see him. His lips pressed together as he emptied himself inside the condom.
“Dejame verte, mi amor?” I asked, wanting to see what was in his eyes, and when he opened them, I did.
There was no going back.
