Page 6 of Caught Looking
Hatuey remained unbothered, though. I could feel the tension in my neck and shoulders as he scrutinized me. That pink mouth of his in a lazy little smile, while his chocolate-brown gaze sharply assessed whatever he was seeing on my face. “I’m not afraid of trying new things.”
Yeah, he wasn’t letting this shit go. I gulped audibly as he took the glass from the attendant, who promptly excused herself and shut the door behind herself, leaving us alone in the private cabin.
I should’ve asked him why he was doing this. To stop acting like he could actually be my man. The idea of it, of having him in my bed forever, had been a fantasy I’d never been foolish enough to indulge in. I had him for everything else in my life, and I’d learned to let that be enough. I had too much as it was.
The professional baseball career; money to take care of my parents and my grandparents; good friends who loved me and supported me, and Hatuey—the one who kept me anchored. I wasn’t greedy. I could’ve been fine like this. Maybe not satisfied, but content. Except now I knew how it felt to have his legs wrapped around my waist as I sank into him. To see him writhing in pleasure, needy for my mouth, for my cock. I knew it all, and I was starting to fear it would ruin me.
I chanced a look at him in the seat next to mine. He mirrored my fake relaxed pose, long limbs loose. “What’s wrong?” Hatuey’s worried voice snapped me out of my tortured sex thoughts. The flirtatious expression from before replaced by genuine concern.
“Nothing,” I lied.
“Bullshit. Yari, we need to talk about what happened.” I could hear the frustration edging into the worried tone in his voice. Hatuey was going to keep pushing, and I could not let him get to me.
I shook my head once and looked out the window, feeling like my chest was about to explode from the air caught in my lungs. But I was not turning around. If I looked at him, I’d give in.
I felt his hand on my arm and the warmth of his skin as he came closer. Still I didn’t turn, because if I did, he’d see. He’d see that the madness of wanting him was overriding every decent instinct I had.
“I wanted you, Yariel.” I stiffened at the hitch in his voice. “I’m not sure why it took me so long to figure this out, but—”
I spoke with my eyes still focused on the window, because I was a coward, “You didn’t figure it out because you’re straight, Hatuey. You were curious and now you know. Done.”
He growled and my entire body went haywire. I knew better than to rile up his stubborn ass, but I was desperate. And if pissing him off was what needed to happen for him to get away from me, then that’s what I would do. But I should’ve fucking known Hatuey Sanchez would have me by the balls no matter what I did.
“So you’re going to use 1950s gay-slash-straight bullshit to talk me out of what I know I’m feeling? Is that what we’re doing now?” The lecture would’ve been a lot less effective if he wasn’t pressed up against me so his mouth was only inches from my ear and his hand was perilously close to my now extremely hard dick. I breathed through my mouth as my—until two days ago—straight best friend did his very best to turn my brain to mush. “You’re telling me that the half dozen times I’ve gotten off thinking about you fucking me in the last two days is just curiosity?”
“Hatuey.” My voice was nothing but need and desperation. I was cracking. “This shit isn’t funny.”
But he wasn’t laughing, especially not when he ran a hand over my crotch and I pushed into it. Breath shuddering out of my lungs as that oh-so-fucking-good pressure promised the release I needed.
“Do I sound like I’m making jokes?” he growled into my ear as I held myself so tightly my teeth creaked in my mouth. He kept touching me over my slacks, and in the lust fog of my brain I had the fleeting thought that his long stroke was a fucking miracle.
“You know what I can’t stop thinking about?” he asked as he pinched one of my balls and I practically came in my pants. I wanted to throw every bit of sense out the plane’s window and let it tumble thirty thousand feet into the Atlantic Ocean.
“Fuck,” I snapped out, as he did something particularly delicious to the tip of my dick and I felt the last of my restraint snap. “Why don’t you tell me while you take my dick out, motherfucker? Are you trying to kill me?” I spat while I thrust into his hand.
That laugh, that fucking laugh…I would happily move mountains just to hear that wicked joy in Hatuey’s voice. “Well, since you asked so nicely,” he answered happily as he made quick work of pulling my throbbing dick out of my pants. “I can’t stop thinking about giving you a blowjob. I found out two days ago that my addictive personality goes into overdrive when it comes to your cock.”
I should’ve ended this right then. Told him he was going to regret this. That it was just the novelty of it. That he’d go back to the DR next week and see his family. Talk to his college professor/politician father and be mortified to remember he’d done this with me.
But I was weak and he was touching me like he’d been born to bring me off, so I undid my seatbelt, turned so I could get a good look at his face before I ruined both our lives, and I kissed him.
Chapter 4
Hatuey
Airplane sex had not ever really been a bucket list item for me, but I was into it.
I was mentally doing fist pumps as Yariel dragged me unto his lap while he communicated in grunts. It might’ve been a good idea to think on why my best friend manhandling me on a plane was apparently all I wanted from life. But I was too busy climbing six-feet seven-inches of hot-as-fuck Dominican man. I pressed myself to him as he ran his big hands down my waist to my ass. Fingers digging in while I tried to get us close enough to smash our mouths together. We’d kissed when we hooked up. Not nearly as much as I’d liked, but enough to let me know pressing my lips to Yari’s could very quickly become my favorite activity in life.
He was still not talking, but I was determined to bring out that filthy mouth. On our night together he’d given me a play-by-play commentary on all the ways he wanted to fuck me, and it had been hot enough to melt me into a puddle. But it was hard to multitask when I had Yariel pressing his mouth to mine.
“Is this what you want? Me crowding you, huh?” he demanded, as I held on to him. I could tell he was trying to shock me. Make me question what I was getting into. Step back, walk away. But I could see the lust in his eyes, the way his hands tightened on me as I pressed in closer. He wanted this as much as I did, so I asked for what we both needed.
“Besame, Yariel.” I demanded with both hands pressed to the side of his neck, my skin tingling in anticipation.
He didn’t answer, just licked into my mouth as his hands gripped my ass. I pushed into him as our tongues tangled, and I wondered how it was that I’d talked myself out of this for so long. This was clearly where I belonged. This was so obviously what I’d been missing. I just needed to convince the object of my desire that there was nothing fleeting about this. I wanted Yariel as my lover badly enough to disrupt everything.
I tuned back into the things we were doing together just in time to hear Yariel’s filthy mouth joined the proceedings. “I can’t stop thinking about your ass,” he growled as he slipped a hand under the waistband of my jeans and slid two fingers down my cleft and right to my hole. “What I want is to bend you over that leather couch and eat your ass for hours, then make you choke on my cock.”
