Page 36 of Capicú Summer

“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.

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