Page 49 of Touch In Excess

‘Your mouth.’ Rami took Skye’s wrist and dragged it a little lower until he was palming his cocks. ‘Here.’

Skye shuddered and nodded. “Yes.”

“I…I can’t,” Rami stuttered aloud, then pushed Skye backward a little more so he had free signing space. ‘I can’t do it to you. Not yet.’

Skye’s face darkened. “Is that something you plan to put in the auction?”

Rami shrugged. ‘Maybe. I’ve never…’ He shrugged and tapped his mouth. ‘Not like this.’

“Am I allowed to bid?”

Rami felt white-hot heat rushing through him, and he sat up on his elbows, looking at Skye. He gave himself a moment to find his words. “Are you allowed to do things with me on camera?”

Skye frowned. It wasn’t the expression Rami wanted to see, but he knew it was a question he had to ask. They hadn’t talked much about it, but Skye had rules. Of course he had rules. Every facet of his life revolved around him being a Sin—even if it was just background noise, it was always there.

“I can’t show my face,” Skye told him. “No one can know it’s me.”

‘Is that too much?’

Skye met his gaze, and for once in his life—for a brief moment—Rami couldn’t look away. “Not for you. Nothing’s ever too much when it comes to you.”

Rami shuddered, then grabbed Skye by the face and dragged him into a frantic kiss. Skye met his energy, tongue thick, wet,hot, pulsing in and out of his mouth, sliding along his own. He pinned Rami by the hips and rocked against him.

In spite of wanting something else, Rami felt his orgasm cresting, rising unexpectedly at the base of his spine and rushing through his limbs. His vision whited out, and he moaned loudly as he began to meet Skye thrust for thrust.

Skye’s body was trembling with need, trembling maybe because he was holding back. But Rami’s fingers drifted under his shirt, nails dragging along his skin, and Skye let out a sharp cry. Just as Rami felt his cocks exploding in his boxers, he felt Skye’s whole body shudder to a halt. His moans stopped, his breathing stilled.

Then, he let out a chest-deep groan, and Rami knew then that he’d come. His own orgasm felt almost like an afterthought in the wake of Skye’s. It was like Rami could feel the echo of his lover’s passion in the space between them.

Skye’s body went lax, pinning Rami back to the mattress, and the weight was the most comfortable Rami had been in a long, long time.

“Am I crushing you?” Skye asked after a beat.

Rami laughed. “No. I like it.”

Skye let a little more weight fall on him. It was harder to breathe, but it was still nice. Then, Skye turned his face and kissed Rami along his jaw. “I haven’t done that in a long time. Since I was sixteen, maybe. God.”

“Bad?” Rami asked.

Skye pulled back, his face full of surprise. “No.Amazing. The best. I’m so fucking wild about you, sweetheart. I mean, seriously, I’m kind of starting to think I’m obsessed.”

Rami flushed and turned his gaze away. The words should have scared him, but coming from Skye, they were different. Social propriety told Rami this was too fast.

But his gut disagreed, and so did his heart.

This felt far too real. Tooright.

He let himself bask for a bit, but eventually, the sensation of drying come in his boxers was too much for him to handle. He eased Skye to the side, then sat up. “I have spare clothes,” he said, pitching his voice to the tone he knew Skye could hear best. “Do you want to shower with me?”

Skye blinked at him, then smiled. “Yeah. Can I wash you?”

“Yes,” Rami said. He pushed up off the bed and felt Skye’s gaze almost like a physical touch as he moved around his room. He collected a couple of pairs of sweats—the ones he liked least for Skye since he figured Skye wouldn’t mind as much—and two T-shirts. Turning, he smiled at Skye, who was on his side, head propped up on his elbow, and he held out his hand. “Yalla, habibi.”

Skye’s grin spread as he took Rami’s hand and climbed to his feet. Instead of letting Rami pull him toward the bathroom, he tugged him closer and traced a touch around his mouth. “Say that again.”

Rami did.

“Beautiful,” Skye murmured. “Your language is beautiful on your lips.”

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