With a final thank you, Dani left the penthouse, and I was alone for a couple of minutes before my man showed up. I pressed a hand to my chest as I took in the room again. There was a canopy over our table, and Dani had wrapped thousands of tiny twinkling lights on it. It was cheesy and romantic, exactly the over-the-top scene that Hatuey would love. Twelve months ago, you couldn’t have told me I would be doing this. Not just the romantic dinner for two, but that I would be living with the man of my dreams and ready to propose.
That night when I’d broken all the rules of our friendship and slept with Hatuey had been the beginning of the best year of my life. I wasn’t ungrateful or arrogant. I knew how fucking lucky I was. I was one of the precious few athletes who actually got to play at a professional level. I made a ridiculous amount of money doing it, which I used to give back to my community. And best of all, I didn’t have to hide who I was.
I was more than lucky. I wasblessed, and had been for a long time. But this past year with Hatuey as my lover and partner…I didn’t know life could be this fulfilling, thissatisfying. I was ready to commit to this, to him, forever and I really hoped he felt the same way.
My head snapped up as I heard a ping. Because I was a fancy-ass baseball player, my penthouse had a private elevator that opened right into the foyer. I stood in front of it with my heart doing its best to leap up my throat as the doors opened.
“What are you up to?” Hatuey asked in lieu of saying hello as he stepped out, eyes narrowed as if he could sense I had a surprise up my sleeve. But then he took in what I was wearing, and my chest pulsed with something hot and possessive at the way he looked at me. “Babe…” he said breathlessly. “The Tom Ford.”
He stepped in close and ran the palms of his hands over the lapels of my jacket. It was a new one he’d talked me into getting. The jacked was burgundy and the material was soft like velvet. The lapels and the slacks were black, but Hatuey said the red made the gray of my eyes sparkle.
I would never get tired of the way Hatuey looked at me. The way that he touched me. Like every inch of this body was his. Like there was not question of who it belonged to. And on that he was absolutely right. This man owned me.
“What are we all dressed up for? It was a very odd request,” he told me as he circled his arms around my neck and raising up on his tiptoes for a kiss. “Mmm, I missed you, Papi,” he purred, as he pressed a kiss to my neck, and I almost threw out the whole proposal plan and skipped right to the bedroom part.
I know it made me kind of a dirtbag, but every time he called me Papi, something primal in me wanted to tear all his clothes off. I wouldn’t because I knew how much he loved the tux he was wearing. The navy Ralph Lauren he’d worn that night a year ago in the DR, when I finally got my shit together and claimed this man for myself. I’d asked him to wear it for tonight.
“You know how I get when you call me that,” I protested as I took his mouth. He laughed wickedly as I slid my tongue between his lips. He’d been travelling for work, and it was our first kiss in days. I was starving for him.
“Do we have time for…?” Hatuey asked as he skated a hand down my torso until he was cupping my cock. I knew if I let him get his way our plans would be derailed, but after not seeing him for almost a week, I really should’ve anticipated that we’d end up fucking in the foyer.
“Ungh” was all I could respond with his hands tugging on my balls while he tongued my neck. “Shit, baby,” I grunted as he slid a hand inside my briefs. Figures that after weeks of planning every detail of this night, I’d already be off track and regretting my choices—namely not putting a few packets of lube in my pocket.
“It’ll be so fast, babe,” Hatuey begged, as I fucked into his hand.
I gripped his ass, ready to rip his pants off him. I was doing a mental calculation of how I could run to the lube stash in the living room without letting him see his surprise when the pads of my fingers drifted into his cleft and I felt it…
I bucked into him like I’d been tasered and had to grit my teeth and breathe through my nose to keep from coming.
“Hatuey,” I said, not quite sure if my warning tone was for him or for me.
“Yes?” he asked sweetly, and I could feel the grin on his lips as he nipped on my collarbone.
I blew air out of my nostrils like a rutting bull, shaking my head as I tapped on the end of the butt plug my boyfriend was wearing. “Did you have this in this the whole flight?”
“Maybe.”
His laugh was pure sin as I shoved him face-first against the wall. We were both fully clothed in our ten-thousand-dollar tuxes, which only made this whole thing even hotter. And if I had any doubt in my mind that this man was perfect, it would’ve been burned down to ashes the moment he walked in the door.
“You sat in that private jet for three hours and chatted with your co-workers, shooting the shit while this hole was stuffed with a plug?” I asked shakily as I unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down his briefs.
“I was so needy for you, baby,” he whined, and I had to count to ten so I didn’t tear off his clothes. “I knew I’d want it as soon as I saw you.”
I was going to come in my briefs. I was so close already. “You can’t live without my dick filling you up,” I whispered in his ear.
“I always need you,” he moaned as I placed his arms over his head and ground my hard cock into his ass. “Do me, baby, please,” he begged, setting my blood on fire.
“Take the plug out,” I growled as I worked to undo my slacks, my hands shaky with the need to get inside him.
I heard the gasp of pleasure that escaped him as he worked the toy out of his body. That only spurred me to move faster. I tugged roughly on my briefs, feeling like my skin was burning. A year, for a whole year we’d been doing this, and still the desire for this man incinerated me.
I lifted one arm to grip his wrists above his head as I palmed my leaking cock. Within seconds I was pressing against his hole.
“Is this what you want?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Ah,” he moaned, pushing his ass back like he wanted to impale himself on me. “Damelo, Papi.”
The magic word.
