Page 69 of The Moon Also Rises
“Trust me, I don’t,” Jake says, still inspecting, but now his hand is moving almost unbearably slowly up and down my length. “It really is perfect.”
“Jake,” I say wanting to advise him that he doesn’t need to say things like that but he seems oblivious.
“It’s the perfect length. And that girth. Not too much, but more than enough. And this curve. Wow. That’s a promise and a dream. So beautiful,” he muses, still looking at my penis. “And believe me, I’ve seen hundreds, if not thousands of cocks.”
“That’s great to hear,” I say dryly although some of the tension in my voice is because of what Jake is doing, his pressure and speed increasing, his grip firm on the bottom half of my dick, then suddenly featherlight and teasing around my head.
“I can’t believe you had this hiding in your pants the whole time we’ve been getting on each other’s nerves. That actually makes you even more annoying.”
“Speaking of which,” I say, my jaw tense and breaths hurried. “Are you going to show me how much you like my dick? Or are you just going to keep staring at it?”
When Jake’s eyes flash up to mine I watch his pupils dilate, claiming more of the chestnut brown they are framed with, I see he wasn’t lying. He does like dirty talk.
“Can I taste you?” Jake says, shuffling forward on the bed so his feet are on the ground and I’m standing between his open legs.
“Taste me,” I demand, my chest rising and falling. “Lick me. Suck me. Fuck me with your mouth, Forester.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Jake
It’s like a switch I didn’t even know existed in me has just been flicked. I’ve wanted a lot of men in the past. I’ve felt so turned on I can’t see straight before. And it really doesn’t take much to make me horny if someone shows me even half a minute’s interest. But this. This is something else.
The way Rami talks to me. The way he uses curse words when he never normally does. The way his eyes turn an almost effervescent silver when he stares down at me telling me what he wants me to do. I am so turned on and so hungry for his beautiful cock, I doubt I’ll ever get enough of it.
Starting with long, lazy licks up and down his length, I keep my hold on the base of him tight. When I notice his stomach rise and fall a little quicker, I take him in my mouth for the first time. Pulling in only the head, I swirl my tongue around it and place my hands on his hip to keep him close. After doing this for a while, I push down a little more, bringing more of him into my mouth. When Rami then brings his hands to hold my head, his fingers combing through my hair, I smile around his cock. I suck and pull on his dick, wrapping it in the warmth of my mouth and I get the best reward, a long, rough groan that only makes me take more of him, forcing the head to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, yes, Jake, yes,” Rami starts to thrust and I hum in response. I bring a hand up to caress his balls which are tight and firm in my hand.
“Jake, I’m going to— Fuck, Forester. Your mouth…”
I mumble something that wasn’t even words to begin with.
“Shit, it’s been so long…” Rami mumbles, barely audible. “I’m going to come. If you don’t want me, pull off now.” Rami’s grip on my head now looser, as if to give me more space.
If you don’t want me?
Do I want Rami? Yes, physically, so much. But do I want an intimate moment like this, him coming inside my mouth? Him practically choking me with his perfect dick? Do I want his cum sliding down my throat? I know it would be perfectly fine, hot even, to lift my lips off him and finish him off with my fist and have him come on my chest.
But I don’t want to do that. I want Rami. I want him to come undone inside my mouth. I want to taste him.
My answer is to grip his hips and push him further inside my mouth, as far down my throat as I can stand. I breathe through my nose and let my barely controlled gag reflex do the work. With my nose pressed to the firm flesh of his lower abdomen, the hairs there fine, wiry and soft, he grunts and moans in a deep voice. A second later, I feel him thrust once, twice, and then his warm cum spills down my throat.
“Fuck,” he says as he continues to rock into me.
Eventually, I pull off and wipe my mouth with the back of my forearm. “Good?” I ask, because of course I still need validation despite how quickly he came.
His hand slides down to cup my chin. “I could write a song about your mouth,” he says with bright eyes. It seems a peculiar thing to say, but it’s beautiful regardless. When his hand moves down and grips the sides of my neck, applying the gentlest squeeze, it forces me to stand up. When our eyes meet – lined up perfectly because we are close enough to the same height, a fact that has somehow escaped me until this moment – I admire their colour openly. The same colour as the full moon on a clear night.
“Tell me what you want,” Rami says, one hand still on my neck, and the other coming to stroke me through my boxers. “Tell me what feels good for you.”
I make an incomprehensible noise, but then quickly clear my throat. “I… I don’t know.”
He pulls back slightly. “You don’t know?”
I look away from his intense stare. “I’ve never been asked that before,” I admit and turn back to him waiting to find surprise or confusion or worst of all, pity. Instead, I just get a slow smile and a slight push of his hands on my shoulders, forcing me back on the bed.
“Sit back,” he nods at the pillows. “Relax.”
