Page 105 of The Moon Also Rises
I have mere seconds to panic about whether I’m supposed to adopt some semi-erotic pose or not before he is also on the rug, on his hands and knees, stalking his way up my body.
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it,” Rami says.
“I don’t want anything special,” I say looking up into his cloudy eyes.
“Not what I want to hear. Be a good boy, Jake, and tell me what you want.”
Feeling myself get pulled back into the trance-like state that comes with us playing these roles, I briefly take a moment to consider my answer. All the while I look into his eyes and watch how his pupils dilate and the silver-grey swirl around them is like watching an oncoming storm.
He really does want to know.
“Undress me,” I say finally. “Then kiss me, everywhere. All over my body. And bite me. Bite me wherever you want. Touch me, get me so hard and close I’m begging you not to stop. But then do stop. Stop and wait. Then take me close again. And again and again.”
“Edge you?”
“Yes,” I say feeling my quick, ragged breaths shake my stomach.
“And then what? How do you want to come? Inside me again?”
“No,” I say again. “I want to feel you this time. I want to come with you inside me.”
Rami dips his head and growls, literally growls, into my ear.
“Fuck, yes,” he says and then he sits down straddling my body and his hands come to pull up my T-shirt, or rather his T-shirt that I’ve been wearing all day.
Rami follows my instructions to the letter. He strips me of all my clothes apart from my underwear and quickly gets to work running his tongue up and down my body, lapping at the sides of my torso, flicking the tip over my nipples, kissing a line from my neck to my belly button and nipping at the flesh he grazes along the way. Then he slides down further and kisses my thighs and groin, his lips and tongue getting lost in the hair there, and his touches are so light and soft and unnervingly tender, that I find myself squirming under his touch.
“Keep still,” he says gripping my hips and pushing me down. “Be a good boy and keep still.”
I am not a good boy because I cannot keep still, not completely. I writhe under his kisses and nibbles. I tremble when his mouth comes down on my dick. I shiver when his hands come up to pinch my nipples as he sucks me down his throat. And I rut into empty air when he takes his lips off me when I’m frighteningly close to climaxing, just like I asked.
But still he calls me a good boy. He calls mehisgood boy.
After he has edged me three, four times, he lifts his mouth and kisses me just below my belly button.
“Don’t move,” he says and he gets up and leaves the room.
The panic I feel when he leaves me is utterly irrational but a very real thing to feel. When I see Rami returning with a condom and bottle of lube in his hand, I relax… until I don’t.
I sit up. “Rami, I should probably go and… you know.”
He nods at me, understanding. “Do you feel ready?”
I mentally trace back how the day has played out. I nod.
“I trust you, Jake,” he says as he drops to his knees beside me and his mouth dives in to kiss my neck.
It still feels like a risk, and I’m not sure I’m only talking about bottoming, but when Rami’s hand comes down to stroke my perineum and lower still, tracing circles around my hole, I know it’s a risk I want to take. Even if the worst happens, I feel like I will survive it with Rami, which is an absolutely wild thing to think, but believe it I do.
When his head comes up, I reach for it and hold the back of his neck.
“I trust you too, Rami,” I say. The wave of tender emotion I experience as he holds my gaze is terrifying but also like something divine, holy, almost. As time teeters on the edge of becoming everlasting, I stare into his eyes and also sense he is experiencing a very similar sensation. It’s bittersweet when he looks away.
“Have to have you,” he says on an exhale and then lies down between my legs.
We kiss as he removes his clothes and I moan each time I feel his skin on a new part of my body: his chest on mine, his legs on mine, his dick on mine. When he’s completely naked, he shifts back and reaches for the lube. I watch him as he pours some onto his hand and I can’t help but smile at the sight of him. His lean torso covered in soft dark hairs. His brown nipples alert. His stomach muscles flexing as he moves and positions himself lower between my legs.
When his hand comes to press up against my hole, I suck air in through my teeth, and instinctively pull my legs up a little, giving Rami more room.
