18. Ethan
Ethan
Oh.
Fucking.
Fuck.
“No pressure, of course.” Rami continued grinning as if he hadn’t just delivered the hottest offer of my life. “But I think I could show you a good time. Fuck knows you deserve it after what Dave has put you through.”
Somehow, I didn’t think he was just referring to today. Rami hadn’t held back a single one of his opinions where my now-ex was concerned. About the ways he had, or rather hadn’t, been there for me.
I bit my lip, the lust sharpening at how Rami’s gaze was drawn to the movement. Could I go there? I wanted to. Fuck, how I wanted to.
You just broke up with Dave.
Technically, yes. But I was starting to realise that the relationship had been over for a while. All Dave had done today was pull the trigger on a gun we’d loaded a long time ago.
“I’m not sure,” I said reluctantly. “It’s not that I’m not attracted to you, obviously…but I don’t think I’m ready to jump into anything serious.”
“I know.” Rami’s fingers flirted with the cotton of my boxers. The head of my cock was barely a breath away. If he moved even an inch, he’d be touching me. “But I’m not offering that. I’m offering you sex—no strings attached.”
My face flamed as mortification hit me. Of course he wasn’t. What the fuck had I been thinking? Rami was a model, one in great demand. Even if he weren’t, his personality and charm alone would have any gay man falling at his feet.
Why would he settle for me? Dave certainly hadn’t, and Rami wasn’t just in a different league, he was playing an entirely different sport.
“No, of c-course,” I stammered. “I knew that.”
Rami’s eyes widened. “Oh no, fuck. Ethan, I’ve messed up. Let me try again, please?”
He looked so agitated that I found myself nodding.
Rami moved until he was kneeling on the floor of the hot tub.
He was so tall that his head towered over the surface of the water.
He nudged his way between my thighs, his hands encircling my hips.
My erection pressed against his abs, but I ignored that in favour of the full lips now inches from mine.
“Ethan.” He said my name like it was a prayer. An oath. “If I thought a relationship was what you wanted, I’d be at the front of the queue. Hell, I’d probably spirit you away so no one else could even find the queue.”
I smiled softly, my hands finding their way to his shoulders of their own accord. “Didn’t you technically do that already?”
His answering smile had my heart beating faster. “Kinda. But I’m serious, I’d love nothing more than to call you mine, Ethan.”
My thumbs drifted over his collarbones in circular motions. “You barely know me.”
“I know enough,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. “Enough to know that’s what I want, but also enough to know you don’t. And that’s okay, Ethan. Seriously. I’m happy with whatever you want us to be. If that’s just friends, then great. If it’s friends with benefits, even better.”
“But what are you getting out of it?”
“Other than spending time with you? Hopefully lots of orgasms.”
His thumbs skated along the edge of the fabric again. So close to where I need him, yet so far away. “Lots of orgasms? Now there’s a challenge. Don’t think I’ve ever come more than once in a night before.”
Unless I’d been on my own. Hadn’t had an issue then.
“What do you say?” he whispered, his lips hovering over mine. “Want to have some fun with me, Ethan?”
I might have only been hours out of a long-term relationship, but come the fuck on. Rami was on his knees between my thighs, tempting me in a way that should be illegal.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want this. You. I want you.”
He grinned broadly, his thumbs finally pushing under the fabric and up the insides of my thighs. “Any particular way?”
“Not in a bed,” I blurted out. “Anything but that.”
“Please,” Rami purred. “Credit me with a little imagination.”
“Sorry.” I ducked my head, but his strong fingers lift my chin up.
“Never apologise to me,” he said, his eyes flitting between mine. “Ever. You got that, Ethan?”
His stare was captivating. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was weaving a spell over me. One I didn’t want to ever break, not with the waves of excitement I was feeling.
This. This right here was living. This was what I’d been dreaming of all these months. What I’d thought I’d be losing.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I got it.”
“Good.” His hands slid around my hips again, dragging me forwards until I was on the edge of the seat. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
I did as he asked. A moan escaped me as my cock pressed more firmly against his abs.
“Fuck, Ethan.” Rami groaned as his hands cupped my rear. He palmed my cheeks reverently before sliding his fingers along my crease. The soaked cotton only heightened the sensation, sending shockwaves over my skin. “You feel so good.”
He hauled me tighter to him and his cock brushed against my arse. God, he was fucking huge. I sucked in a breath. “Oh, shit.”
Rami immediately froze. “What’s wrong? Too fast?”
“No.” I laughed, grinding down on him. “Just not sure you’re going to fit.”
His concern morphed into amusement. “Oh, we’ll make it work.”
“We will?”
“Mmm.” He ran his nose down my throat, sucking on my Adam’s apple briefly before moving to my collarbone. “First, I’m going to rim you until you’re nice and open for me. Until you’re fucking yourself back on my face and begging me to get deeper. To do anything that might give you relief.”
The moan that left me had me grateful as fuck that this place was so isolated. Not only was Rami unbelievably hot, but the dirty talk?
It was like he’d been made for me.
Dave hadn’t been one for noise in the bedroom.
Even the moans and groans I couldn’t seem to contain had irritated him.
But Rami? He seemed far from irritated. Each time I made a sound, he shivered, his hands twitching reflexively like he couldn’t decide between holding me closer and pushing me away to study my body more fully.
God, the fantasies I’d had about a gorgeous man whispering dirty thoughts in my ear were far too numerous to count. I’d never confessed that before. To anyone.
But Rami? I hadn’t needed to tell him. Somehow, he’d just known. Hell, maybe he didn’t. Maybe he just loved it as much as I did.
“When I’ve had my fill,” Rami continued, nipping back up the other side of my neck until he reached my ear, “that’s when I’ll slide a finger inside you. Just one at first, because they’re big too. I’ll tease your rim until you’re panting and writhing.”
His hand went into my hair and he lightly tugged until my head was back, my neck fully exposed. “Want me to keep going, Eth?”
“Fuck yes,” I moaned, rolling my hips against him. I thought I’d been doing that for a while without even realising. “Don’t stop, Rami.”
“I’ll sink that finger inside you so slowly that you’ll be begging me to hurry.” He licked the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “But I won’t. I’ll drag it out until you’re going out of your mind.”
I felt like I was going out of my mind right now. My hips were thrusting forwards, Rami’s hands helping me grind against him. The friction wasn’t enough. I needed more. But not yet.
Not until Rami had finished telling me how he’d take me apart.
“When you’re whimpering, dripping with sweat, that’s when I’ll find your sweet spot.” Rami’s fingers clenched rhythmically against my arse, flirting with my crease. “I’ll tap it until your back arches. Until the only sound that leaves your mouth is my name.”
“Rami,” I groaned as heat built at the base of my spine.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured breathily. “Use me while I describe how I’m going to use you.”
Oh god. I wasn’t going to last. Rami was barely touching me, but his words alone would get me there. I tried to slow my thrusts. Tried to regain the control Rami was stripping from me with every word.
“I’ll keep working you open with my fingers, adding a second, then a third. Until you’re so full of me that you feel like you can’t breathe.”
His hand slid up the leg of my boxers, finding my hole with unerring accuracy. My cock twitched as he skimmed his fingers over it.
“Such a tiny hole,” he breathed. “You might even need four fingers before you’re ready to take me, Ethan.”
“I can do it,” I panted, resting my head against his shoulder. “I want to.”
“I know you can.” He tapped the puckered skin and I fucking wished we had lube out here. “I’ve got all the patience in the world, Ethan. If what you want is my cock deep inside you, then I’m going to make it happen.”
My orgasm and I were on a collision course now; a train racing along a track, rushing to the inevitable end. I didn’t know how close Rami was, but he seemed content to help me grind against him.
My fingers raked over Rami’s broad back as my balls pulled up tight. “Rami. Oh, fuck.”
“When you’re finally loose and open,” Rami said huskily, proving once again that he knew exactly what I needed, “only then will I slide inside you. There won’t be any talk of you riding me.
You’re going to lie there and take what I give you.
And I am going to give it to you, Ethan.
Every. Fucking. Inch. And I don’t give a fuck what surface is under you.
Could be a wall. A table. Even just you in my arms, your legs wrapped around me like they are now. Would you like that, baby?”
“Yes.” My lips were slack as I struggled to drag in air, lightning skimmed over my skin as my head fell back in pleasure. “Anywhere, Rami. Everywhere.”
“Fuck, the way my name sounds on your lips.” Rami groaned, licking along the column of my neck again. “I want to hear it always.”
I was so close. “Tell me more.”
“One time, I want to fuck you where people might hear,” Rami whispered in my ear.
“Would you like that, Ethan? Bent over in a room while people are milling about outside? My cock ploughing your hole while your knees struggle to hold you up. I’ll have to put my hand over your mouth to stifle these delicious noises. Those are only for me.”
Did this guy have a window into my fantasies? Or was I just that fucking lucky that our desires so closely aligned?
Maybe it was karma, rewarding me for the shitfest of the past year.
And if karma wanted to reward me in the shape of a dirty-talking, mildly exhibitionistic model? Then who was I to question it?
“I can see it now. I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll have to sink your teeth into my hand. I won’t mind. No, I’ll welcome the pain, knowing you’re so fucking desperate for me that you can’t help yourself.”
“Oh god, oh god,” I chanted as I ground my cock against his hard abs again and again. “Rami, I’m so close.” So close. So close.
“Come for me, Ethan.” His teeth sank into my earlobe in a gentle mimicry of the scene he was describing. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
His sweet words, so at odds with his dirty talk, were the ones that sent me over the edge. I fell, trusting that he truly did have me.
White light exploded in front of my eyes as my orgasm slammed into me. My hips jerked and thrust as I rode out the waves, Rami holding me tight as I did. “Rami. Rami. Rami!”