Page 87 of The Moon Also Rises
“Jake, you seem a bit stressed,” I begin.
“I’m horny, okay,” he snaps at me. “I get grouchy when I’m horny.”
I’m not convinced that’s true, but I know his tone well enough not to challenge it. That said, I’m not about to drop my trousers and carry on where we left off because that won’t get rid of whatever it is he’s feeling.
“I’m nervous too,” I say simply. Somehow, mercifully, it works. Because as Jake finds my eyes again, I see his shoulders lower and the tension in his jaw ease.
“I’ll be gentle with you,” he tells me, and I understand then what he thinks I’m referring to – the bottoming. While I appreciate the sentiment, that’s not what I’m the most nervous about. I’m anxious about giving myself to him in a way that I haven’t with anyone in over two years. Even before Michelle, I didn’t do random hook-ups. I’ve always preferred being in a relationship to one-night stands or failing that having a friends with benefits type arrangement that has some sort of connection or longevity in it. That said, I’m only too aware that whatever is happening between Jake and myself doesn’t fit in any of these categories. I have no clue what we are or what we’re doing.
But as I take in the sight of Jake splayed across my bed, the shadowy light in the room highlighting where his muscles rise and fall, and his cock so straight and proud, I know I want this. I want this so much that labels don’t matter. I feel close to him even if he maybe doesn’t feel the same.
“Do you wantmeto be gentle withyou?” I ask and it’s both a tease and a test.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he says his brown eyes firing up again as they fix on mine.
“Then kiss me,” I say as I come to straddle his body keeping up on my knees. “Kiss me and tear off my clothes and grab me and hold me, Forester.” I sit on his stomach and wrap my hand around his throat. He nods at me just like I want him to. “And then fuck me. Fuck me so good.”
It's like watching the last shred of whatever resistance he was feeling melt away instantly as he moves his hand to grab the back of my head and pull me down. To say we’re kissing doesn’t feel quite right, more fighting with our tongues, our teeth, our lips. I groan when he bites my bottom lip. A few seconds later, he moans when I suck his tongue into my mouth.
Obeying the first of the orders I just gave him, he brings his hands down to the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it up and over my head. His hands then explore my chest, my stomach, and my arms, before finding their way to the waistband of my joggers. I bring a hand down to help him slide them down my hips. Kicking them off the bed, I feel Jake’s hand on my dick, squeezing it through my silk boxers.
He breaks our kiss to look down. “Sky blue today. Very cute.”
I should say something back, something equally as sarcastic, but I don’t want to, nor do I think I’m able. The way he plays with me, his fingers curling around the head of my dick, their pressure varying in a way that kicks up my desire many notches, I don’t want to talk at all anymore, at least not unless it’s to get a reaction from Jake.
“Let me grab what we need,” I say and I stretch to rummage in the drawer of the bedside table. I find what I’m looking for and throw the lube and the box of condoms over my shoulder onto the bed.
“Ow!” Jake calls out.
Turning my head, I see his hands clutching his eye and the bottle of lube lying on the bed close to his head.
“Shit,” I say, moving back so I’m directly on top of him again. “Sorry.”
“I better not have a black eye tomorrow,” he says still wincing in pain. “For fuck’s sake. It’s been years since I’ve had a sex-related injury.”
I chuckle at that. “Let me see,” I say trying to move his hands.
“I’m fine,” he says, again in that tense voice.
But I’m not having any of that. He’s not going to slip back into being grumpy, so I push my body further down the bed, and line my mouth up with his groin.
“Rami, what are you—” Jake says but his words descend into a deep groan as I hold his cock in my hand and run my tongue up the underside. “Oh, Jesus Christ, yes.”
I keep lapping at him until I see my saliva glisten all over his skin, and then I move to the head, letting my tongue explore its smooth texture and lick at the pre-cum that emerges at the tip.
“Fuck me, your mouth.” Jake grunts and his hand comes down to grip the back of my head. I moan at his touch when his fingers start digging into my skull. Then he shifts and sits up a little. “Rami, I should be—”
Holding his cock in one hand, I use my other to press on his stomach and push him back down. “Lie down and shut up.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he says and falls back on the bed. I stop moving my mouth, observing how new flames of longing burn bright at the base of my spine. When I don’t resume he lifts his head again. “Too much?” he asks.
“No, not too much,” I say in my normal voice before turning my more serious, lower tone back on. “You’re such a good boy, Jake.”
He hums at that, a noise that only gets louder when I suck his dick into my mouth. I quickly get lost in lapping at him and sucking him into my throat as deep as I can stand. It’s only when I hear the click of the lube bottle being opened that I pull away.
“Please, Rami, let me fuck you now,” Jake mumbles.
I come off him and climb up his body. After lifting up my legs one at a time and sliding my boxers off, I sit on his thighs and hold out one hand to him. With my other I grip our dicks together and squeeze.
