Page 88 of The Moon Also Rises
“I want to—” Jake begins but then his eyes flutter shut when I start rubbing my hand up and down our lengths, pressing them together.
When his eyes open again, I shake my head. “I’ll do it,” I say. “And you have to watch.”
He pulls his mouth into a quick scowl, but he sees sense a second later when he then props himself up on his elbows and casts his eyes on my hand. A beat later he squeezes a generous amount of lube on my palm. Regretfully taking my other hand off our cocks, I place it beside Jake’s head to hold myself up as I lean forward. I then bend it at the elbow and come down to kiss him. With my other hand I get to work applying lube all around my hole, and starting to push two fingers inside.
“I can’t watch you if you’re kissing me,” Jake mumbles into my mouth.
“Fine,” I say with a grunt as I move to sit back down and grab his cock and mine again. Jake groans as I then find the lube and squirt a generous amount on both of us. I start to stroke us both again, up and down, twisting my hand over our heads each time I reach the top. Behind me, I push another finger inside.
“God, I wish you weren’t so good at this,” Jake says, his narrow eyes and slight sneer suggesting what he says really is true.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I say as I speed up my strokes. It’s not that I think I’m good in bed. I haven’t given it much thought over the years, if I’m honest, but one thing I am confident of is that I’m going to make this good for Jake. Just in case it never happens again, I know I’m going to make this something he remembers.
Jake’s stomach muscles tense as he curls up further and watches my hand work. When I feel his dick swell a little more under my grip, I drop my hand to squeeze the base of us both.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“Not yet,” I say and after a few seconds, I return to slowly stroking us both, something like a smirk curling my lips.
“You’re going to make me beg for it, aren’t you?” Jake asks.
“You would sound so pretty,” I say. “I often imagine what you sound like when you beg.”
“Rami, stop saying things like that,” he grits out as he squirms a little on the bed as if he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.
“Like what? Like how I’ve thought about doing this with you every night since we kissed at the wedding? How when I fuck my hand, only the thought of you lying on my bed, helpless and needy, is what gets me off?”
“Please, don’t…” he says but his hips start to thrust up.
“Tell me what you want, Jake. Beg me.”
“I want to fuck you,” he says in such a rush I can barely hear the words. “Please can I fuck you?”
“I told you to beg,” I say and lean down to bite his nipple.
“Please, Rami, please. I’m fucking begging you. Please can I fuck you?”
After flicking my tongue over his other nipple, I look up. Taking in the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and the way his mouth is open, panting, I smile.
“Put a condom on,” I say reaching for the box. “And fuck me.”
Jake scrambles to open the box and I do my best to avoid thinking what impression that gives of me – to have a brand-new unopened box of condoms in my drawer – and luckily for me I have the perfect, cutest distraction as I watch him bite down on his bottom lip concentrating as he rolls a condom down.
God, he’s a good-looking man. A good-looking man who has no idea how much more beautiful he is when he becomes unravelled like he is now, his hair flopping over his forehead, heat in his cheeks, and his hands shaking a little.
I reach to stroke the side of his face. He flinches at the touch and his eyes dart up to look at me.
“Relax,” I say, returning to my normal voice once more.
He nods at me and I watch him pull in a breath.
Content that he’s calmer now, and the way he continues to rock his hips slightly and breathing heavily suggests he’s still very turned on, I grab the bottle of lube and squeeze a dollop out on top of his condom-covered dick. I slick some of it around the full length of his shaft and then I keep hold of the base, positioning him where I want him as I rise up high on my knees.
“I’m going to ride you first, get used to it a bit, and I want you to be a really good boy for me and take it,” I say holding eye contact. “But don’t come.”
He licks his lips. “Yes. Yes, okay.”
A burst of inspiration puffs out my chest.
