Page 86 of The Moon Also Rises
“Stop. Talking. So. Much.” His mouth travels up over the ridge of my chin.
“Who me? Not possible. I am—” My words are swallowed by Rami’s mouth and his tongue silences me for good as it finds my own. Floored by the hunger in his kiss, I grip hold of his body as I fall backwards onto the bed, bringing Rami with me.
Supporting his weight with one hand, Rami holds up his body so he has space to find my shirt buttons with the fingers on his other hand, and he begins fumbling with them, completely incompetently.
“An excellent fake wedding date you may be, and a pro at lip-synching Michael Jackson while also doubling up as a last-minute DJ, yes. But a magician who can undo buttons with one hand? I don’t think so,” I say and I swot his hands away so I can undo my own shirt.
“Talking too much again.” Rami grunts but his eyes stay fixed on the skin that I’m exposing as I wriggle out of my shirt. Before I’ve even got it off fully, his mouth is on me. His tongue snakes a path up my stomach and to my chest, pausing to flick and play with one nipple before crossing to the other and doing the same thing. I’m no longer rocking against him but instead my body shudders in helpless, almost pathetic little jolts of need.
Rami has considerably more success unfastening things when his hand finds the fly of my jeans and somehow, he single-handedly pops the button open before lowering the zip. Waiting for his next move, I curl my head up so I can see what he’s doing, but I’m surprised when he looks up and his eyes find mine. We stay locked in eye contact as his fingers slip inside the open fly of my jeans and he rests his hand on my achingly hard cock.
I huff out a breath as he shifts his hand so he can grip me. My stomach muscles start to shake from the position I’m in, or maybe it’s the way his fingers start to stroke me.
The truth is, I’ve been touched by many men. I’m not proud of it, but my past is full of different men who have gripped me, grabbed me, stroked me, played with me, manhandled me. But none of them have touched me the way Rami is touching me right now. With barely-there glides of his fingertips and the occasional grasping and squeezing, he’s exploring, he’s curious, he’s intentional, he’s tender. This only continues when he pushes up to lean on his side and brings his other hand over to pull my jeans and boxers down.
Once completely naked, I’m briefly aware that he is still fully dressed and my instinctive reaction is to do something about that, but I don’t reach for him, because my second thought is how sexy I find it. How much I like his attention on me and considering this is a one-night only thing, I’m going to soak it all up.
“So beautiful,” he says to me as his eyes roll up and down my body, and the way the shimmer of his silver eyes pops in the dim light of the room, I almost feel like believing him.
“Kiss me,” I say, wanting to bury how his words make me feel in another hungry kiss. Wanting to replace the ache they arouse in me with the burn of his stubble against my lips.
“I will,” he replies but he doesn’t bring his head up to mine, instead he lowers it to my dick and leaves a lingering kiss at the tip where I already know I’m leaking.
A moan rushes out of me, and I close my eyes, tilting my chin up to the ceiling. Part of me expects that kiss to turn into licking, sucking, tasting, but it doesn’t. Instead, he comes up to sit on his knees by my side.
“Lie back and relax,” he says and he proceeds to start touching me. First, he glides the flat of his palm over my erection, slow and prolonged. Then he grabs the base of me and squeezes, hard. With his grip staying tight, he brings his other hand up to one of my nipples and plays with it, flicking and twisting. After doing the same to the other, he starts to move his fist, up and down. The speed slowly, steadily increases as the hand exploring me comes down to play with my balls, and when he pulls lightly on them, I moan, long and loud.
The fuzz in my brain only multiplies when I realise what he’s doing; touching me in the very same way I touched myself, complete with one hand now stroking around my hole, just like I did to myself when he watched.
But then Rami lowers his head again and while still gripping me and fisting me, he opens his mouth and sucks the head of my dick into the wet warmth there.
“Rami,” I whimper. I hope he thinks it’s because I’m turned on, which I really, really am, but in reality, the shake in my voice has much more to do with how overwhelming I’m finding this moment, this attention, this intimacy as he continues to suck on me, lick me, kiss me, taste me.
“You taste so good, Forester. I could do this for hours,” Rami says into the crevice of my groin in between kisses that lead lower down.
“No, you couldn’t, or rather you wouldn’t. Because I’d not last more than a few minutes,” I explain.
After licking around my balls, and coasting his tongue down my perineum, Rami’s voice practically drops an octave. “Maybe I should insist on you waiting to come until I said so. And I’d only let you come when you were a really good boy.”
Oh, Jesus. He really is speaking my language. I am so beyond fucked if this continues.
“Okay! Enough!” I say gripping the bedsheets, which I can’t help but notice are possibly softer than my own. “I need to get you ready.”
Rami’s reaction is not unexpected as he stops moving his hand and lifts his mouth off me. I didn’t mean for that to sound like an outburst, but I’m not wholly surprised. I just need to take control of this situation. I can’t let him and his deep voice and his kinky words have such an effect on me.
“Are you okay?” Rami’s voice is back to normal.
“I’m fine,” I say quickly while pushing up to rest on my elbows. “I just want to stop wasting time. Let’s fuck already.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rami
Idon’t believe him. He’s not okay.
I also want to argue that what I was doing was not wasting time. It was anything but. It was giving me all kinds of pleasure watching him squirm and wriggle beneath me while his cock got harder and harder under my tongue.
Besides, I wasn’t finished with Jake yet. I was just getting started driving him wild, but something about his strained voice and the way he’s avoiding eye contact with me now makes me realise he is indeed losing his cool but not in the way I wanted.
