Page 102 of The Moon Also Rises
“You look good in my clothes,” I say as I take a few steps towards him around the island.
“Rami, something’s about to boil over.” Jake points behind me.
“Shit!” I say and rush back to the hob. When the heat is turned down and I’ve cleaned up the mess I turn back to Jake. “Looks like you were saved by the boil.”
“Oh, God.” Jake groans and drops his head to land on his forearm. “That was your worst joke yet. Has spending all this time with me done nothing for you?”
I turn half my body back towards him and wait for his head to lift. “Spending time with you, Jake, has been everything to me.”
Jake doesn’t respond but instead gives me another silent and unusually empty expression, so I turn back to the hob a little unsettled at the possibility I said too much. But I don’t regret it. It was completely true. A few seconds later, he’s by my side, the length of his body pressed up against the side of mine. I turn to face him and he leans forward and grazes his teeth down the side of my neck, which I elongate for him.
“Jake,” I say and it’s full of heat and air. I don’t know if it’s a warning or an invitation, but Jake takes it as the latter as I feel his hands on my fly while his tongue laps at the places his teeth scratched down my skin.
“Don’t say anything,” he says into my jawbone. “Just cook.”
When my trousers are hanging open, he drops to his knees and pulls them down, my boxers too. Not yet fully erect, I feel heavy heat rush to my cock immediately when Jake takes it in his hand and then licks the tip.
“Jake,” I repeat. Another indecipherable instruction or admonition.
And again, Jake silences me with more pleasure by lapping at the head of my penis as it swells in his grip. His tongue then slides down to lap at the full length, on all sides, and I quickly turn down the heat on the hob, knowing I don’t want to have my eyes looking anywhere but at him on his knees in front of me. I lift my shirt so I can see him better and then I lean back a little, thrusting my now rock-hard dick closer to his wickedly talented mouth.
“Forester,” I say and this time the meaning is clear.Keep going. Don’t stop. Fuck yes.“You look so good on your knees for me.”
He moans and then takes me in his mouth. As his teeth graze over the edges of my cock I feel my pleasure intensify and not in a way that gets me closer to my climax but rather a bolt of heat that revels in how dirty this is. In an ideal world I would have had a shower, and we certainly wouldn’t be doing this in my kitchen, but the spontaneity and the unexpectedness of Jake wanting my cock only makes it more thrilling.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” I say as Jake continues to suck all of me into his mouth, moaning again at my words.
Pulling my hips back when he takes a break from taking me down his throat, I move my cock away from his mouth and reach down with my hand to cup his chin.
“Look at me,” I say, and he does, beautifully obedient.
“Open your mouth,” I say, and after a second-long display of confusion creases his brow, he does.
Slowly, carefully, and with a tenderness I know may get lost in the moment, but it’s there, so very there for me, I spit into Jake’s mouth. “Suck me, Forester.”
I watch as his eyelids flutter shut but he keeps his mouth open, my spit on his tongue as he pulls my cock back into the slick wet warmth there.
I have a suspicion that Jake is trying to make this last, because every time his sucking and deep throating gets me closer, has me thrusting into his mouth and my eyelids lowering although never fully closing, he pulls off and goes back to using his tongue to tease me. Zigzagging licks up my length, gentle laps of my balls, and careful flicks across the leaking tip of my sensitive head. It’s only when I start to swear and dig my fingernails so firmly into his hair that I suspect it hurts, he finally takes me back into his mouth and lets me fuck him there in earnest.
“I’m going to—” I can’t finish the sentence.
“Please.” Jake lifts his mouth only to rush the words out. “Please, Daddy, please.”
When I come only a few seconds later – a hot white sensation that almost forces me off my feet – and I’m spilling down his throat, I’m glad he took his time. His mouth made me so desperate for my orgasm, but now I’m almost sad it’s over. Or maybe it doesn’t have to be.
“Get up,” I say once my breath is back in my body.
Licking his lips, Jake stands. I remove any distance between us and grab his face with both my hands.
“Kiss me,” I say and he does. Eyes closed, head tilted, his mouth mine. Jake kisses me and I use my tongue to search for traces of my cum in his mouth.
It surprises me when Jake pulls back at exactly the moment our kiss deepens and I have moved my hands down to his waist.
“Was that good for you?” he asks and he looks concerned, worried almost.
“So fucking good,” I say into his mouth because I don’t want to take my lips away from his yet.
Jake’s half-smile nudges at my own. “You swore, so I believe you.”
