Page 70 of The Moon Also Rises
Perplexed by where this is leading, I follow his instructions. When I’m sitting there, unsure what to do with my hands, I watch as Rami puts his boxers back on, something that makes me feel irrationally sad. He kneels at my feet, feet he pushes open so he can move into the space between my legs.
“Touch yourself,” he says.
“What?”
“Pretend I’m not here,” Rami says. “And touch yourself.”
“You’re a very handsome man wearing pink silk boxer shorts. It’s a little difficult to ignore you.”
“I don’t want you to ignore me. I just want you to imagine you’re alone, so you can touch yourself however, wherever you like to be touched.”
“Does that… would that turn you on?”
“Yes,” Rami says and he almost looks shy but a second later shakes it off, that deep stern voice returning. “But more than that, I want to know exactly what you like. How you like to be touched. What turns you on. What makes your eyes roll back. What makes your toes curl. What makes you come. I want to watch it all so I can then do it to you myself.”
If it was possible for the human body to melt from arousal, I’m fairly sure that’s what would be happening right now. As my hands fist the duvet I’m lying on top of, I level my eyes on Rami and watch how his gaze rolls around my body, searching, waiting. I really do think he’s serious, which means he wants to do this, with me. He doesn’t want to just get an orgasm and run. He wants to please me too.
“Forester, did you hear me?”
“I heard you,” I say in a whisper.
“And yet, you’re not doing as I ask,” he says and I know now that he is well aware how much being spoken to like this turns me on. I don’t even care that he knows this about me, I am enjoying it too much.
“Kiss me,” I say and I am half-certain he’s going to refuse, because that’s not how this usually works. Some men who have dominated me before only kiss when they want to, others not at all. But I need this too sometimes. I crave the stern words, the demands and instructions, and I also long for the kissing, the caressing, the terms of affection sprinkled here and there amongst the harsher, dirtier words.
So yes, I’m surprised when Rami leans forward, balances his hands on either side of my body and kisses me, hard. As he pushes my head back onto the headboard, I bring my hands up to grip his face, ready to deepen the kiss but then he stops and lifts his lips off mine.
“Are you going to give me what I want?”
“Yes,” I say, a word made of nothing but air. His crooked smile is like a reward as he sits back on his knees. His hands slide down my body and rest on my shins.
As I already said, it’s impossible to pretend he’s not there, but I do set about showing him what he wants to see; what turns me on. First, I start stroking myself through the material of my boxers. I do this until I can’t take it anymore and I need more of a squeeze, more friction and I rush through taking them off. I surprise myself by holding Rami’s gaze as I grip the base of my dick and hold it outright for him to see. When he licks his lips, my desire kicks up another notch. As I then start to slowly fist my cock with one hand, I bring the other up to play with my nipple, flicking my finger over it, pinching it. After doing the same to my other nipple, I lazily slide that hand down to play with my balls. When I give them a gentle pull, a moan escapes my lips and my eyes dart to Rami, feeling embarrassed but he just smiles. I drag my eyes down his body as I speed up my strokes and I delight at the sight of another erection filling the silk of his pink silk boxers.
“So good, Jake,” Rami says, urging me on.
“Jesus, I think I like you watching me,” I say bumpily.
“I like watching you.” Rami strokes my shin almost in the same rhythm I’m using to stroke myself. “You’re being such a good boy for me, Jake.”
I groan at that and close my eyes, leaning my head back and chin up. With this new darkness, taking away the intensity of his stare, my hand dives down lower still and plays with the outside of my hole.
“Yes, Jake.” I hear Rami hiss and I feel his hands ride up my thighs and push them further apart. Still, I can’t look at him.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I feel myself get closer.
A few seconds later my hand is pulled away from my ass and that prompts me to open my eyes, which I really shouldn’t have done because that’s when I see Rami hold my hand out in front of him and he bends his mouth close to my fingers, and spits. He then moves my hand back to where it was.
Oh, God. That was hot.
My breath is coming so irregularly now, there are long moments when I don’t inhale, don’t exhale just stay in this heightened state of wonder, where all I’m aware of are my hands working myself to a perfect peak, and Rami’s eyes on it all.
“Such a good boy, Jake,” Rami says again. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” I reply. And yet becoming so aware of how much his words affect me stalls my fast-approaching orgasm a little and I struggle to find the place where I was, the tingling in my spine and the tightness in my balls dissipating.
“Shit,” I gasp and maybe Rami can’t hear the frustration there. Maybe it just sounds like I’m cursing in the early throes of my climax. I don’t know what he thinks and I definitely don’t know what makes him lean forward and start to press light, lingering kisses up the length of my inner thigh.
“Please don’t stop doing that,” I say when I feel how it relaxes me, and gets me back on the path I was on, the path that is leading me into the white-hot tunnel that will be my orgasm.
