20. Ethan
Ethan
Ihadn’t been wrong when I’d told Rami that mouth of his could get him into trouble.
And he hadn’t been wrong when he’d replied, “trouble or Heaven.”
Because, what he was using it for right now felt a whole lot like heaven to me.
“Oh god,” I moaned, my fingers scrabbling at the wet tile. “Please. Don’t stop.”
Rami made a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a growl. It was hard to tell given he had his face buried between my cheeks. His tongue was spearing into my hole, driving me crazy.
Thank fuck for his hands on my hips. Without them, I thought I would’ve collapsed long before now. Gone was the idea that I wouldn’t be able to come again. The question wasn’t if, but when.
I shoved back against his face wantonly as my cries echoed off the tiles. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Who even was I? I wasn’t the kind of photographer who let his model rim him in the shower.
Well…obviously I was. But I hadn’t been before Rami. Something about him had me throwing all of my preconceived notions of myself out the window.
I was damn fucking glad I had.
My skin was on fire, the water doing nothing to douse the flames. My cock bobbed between my thighs, desperate and aching. I didn’t touch it though—I wasn’t ready for this to end. I needed this. I needed more. “Fuck me. Please.”
Rami pulled away, kissing my pucker twice before sitting back on his heels. “I can’t. We don’t have lube.”
Fuck. He was right. We didn’t. I glanced down at him over my shoulder, unable to keep the desperation out of my voice. “Think there’s any chance the estate will have supplied some?”
He groaned. “God, how I wish I could give you a different answer.”
Rami reached down to stroke his engorged cock and a needy whine came out of me.
I’d probably feel embarrassed about it later, but right now, I wanted to test the limits of my body.
I wanted Rami to fill me up until he was the only thing I could feel.
To fuck me so hard that I forgot about today.
Hell, the last several months. I wanted him to impale me so deeply that I’d feel him with every step I took tomorrow.
I twisted to palm his face. “Fuck, Rami. What’ve you done to me? I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone this badly.”
“I want you too, Eth,” he said hoarsely before releasing his cock and smoothing his hand up the back of my leg. “So much that it’s hard to breathe.”
I gave him a crooked grin. “Guess we’ll have to keep exploring the benefits side of our friendship.”
He kissed my thigh, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can’t fucking wait. Right now, I need to taste you. Can I?”
“I think you’ve already done that.”
“True.” He tapped on my shin to indicate that I should take a step back. “But I was thinking of tasting you somewhere else.”
He stood up briefly and pumped conditioner into his hand. I perked up, only for him to shake his head ruefully. “I’m not fucking you with just conditioner as lube, Ethan.”
“Spoilsport,” I muttered, although I was secretly pleased by how he was looking out for me. I eyed his bald head. “Why do you need it, then?”
He smirked. “It’s no good for my cock, but I think it’ll work for a finger or two.”
My dick released a burst of precum at the thought. It wasn’t his cock, but it was still part of him. I could settle for that. “Fuck yes. Please. Please, Rami.”
“You don’t have to beg.” He moved so he was facing me, then slid down the wall until he was seated on the floor. His mouth was mere inches from my cock. “But I do love to hear the words on your pretty lips.”
Without saying anything else, Rami parted his lips and took me between them. I sucked in a breath, my hands flying up to brace myself against the wall. I wasn’t sure what words left my mouth, but I suspected it was a garbled mixture of ‘thank fuck,’ ‘please, oh please,’ and ‘just like that.’
Judging by the grunts and hums emanating from Rami, he approved. His eyes were closed as he suckled at the head of my cock, laving his tongue under the foreskin until my knees were shaking.
Then he opened his eyes.
And took me all the way to the root.
The cry that left my lips was incoherent. I didn’t look away from his hungry eyes as he deep throated me like it was nothing. Heat began to crackle at the base of my spine. “Not yet. I need more. Please. Please.”
Rami seemed to know exactly what I was referring to. His slicked-up hand, which he’d been smartly holding out of the spray, immediately moved to my cheeks. He found my hole, already slack thanks to his earlier ministrations, and slid a finger inside.
My eyes rolled back in my head as sparks fired. “More. Please, Rami.”
He growled around my cock, sucking harder as he pushed his finger deeper. He twisted it and found the tiny bundle of nerves with unerring precision.
My orgasm was threatening to overwhelm me, but I held off. There was something else I wanted. No, needed.
Usually, I was quiet in bed. I’d learned not to bother asking for what I wanted, to just be grateful for whatever I got.
One night with Rami had me breaking free of those beliefs.
“Touch yourself,” I begged breathlessly, water dripping from my hair as I stared down at him. “Wanna see you come.”
Rami’s eyes darkened as he wrapped his free hand around himself. I watched him fuck his fist. There was nothing slow or tentative about it, just a brutal rush to join me at the finish line.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped as he tapped against my prostate again. “I’m going to come.”
Rami didn’t pull off. If anything, he took me deeper, sucking harder, like he was desperate to taste me. To devour me.
My orgasm slammed through me with the force of a category five hurricane. I cried out Rami’s name as my hips stuttered, filling his throat with my seed.
A low groan rumbled around my cock as white jets cascaded up Rami’s chest, almost hitting his chin. He continued to suck on me as shiver after shiver went through him.
The whole time, we didn’t look away from each other. The simple connection added another layer to what we’d shared. It wasn’t just sexy and hot as fuck.
It was romantic.
At that realisation, I cleared my throat and gave a weak laugh. “You were right. That mouth of yours is trouble.”
He finally pulled off my softening cock with a chuckle. “Trouble or Heaven.”
“You weren’t wrong there.”
I tensed as Rami got to his feet, worried we’d crossed a line. That he’d suddenly expect more from me.
But he just grinned, reaching around me to flick the shower off. “How about we go stargaze until we can’t keep our eyes open?”
Relief had my shoulders sagging. “That sounds perfect.”
My mouth watered the next morning as the scent of freshly brewed coffee and bacon lured me down the stairs.
I stepped into the kitchen to find Rami at the stove, flipping a slice of bacon with a spatula.
Music played at a low volume on the radio, and Rami sang along quietly as he slid the bacon onto a plate before cracking an egg into the pan.
I leaned against the doorframe, watching him with a soft smile.
Was it really just yesterday that I’d woken up in the house I shared with Dave?
That I’d walked downstairs to a silent, empty kitchen?
I’d skipped breakfast then. The fridge had been bare as Dave hadn’t gone shopping like he’d promised he would.
The only clue that he’d been there at all was the stack of dishes by the sink and his golf clubs missing from under the stairs.
Waking up today couldn’t be more different.
Sure, I’d woken up alone, but that had been my decision.
After snuggling up beside Rami and gazing at the stars until my eyes were burning with the effort of keeping them open, I’d known I needed to draw a line.
Sleeping in different beds had seemed like a sensible place to do it.
Even if my whole body had protested with every stair I’d climbed. All the exhaustion I’d felt previously had vanished without Rami next to me, refusing to let me sleep until the birds were heralding the dawn just outside my window.
Despite the lack of sleep, I felt well rested.
That was probably thanks to the two earth shattering orgasms Rami had given me last night.
I shouldn’t want him again. I was less than a day out of a relationship.
But as my eyes lingered on the breadth of his shoulders, clad in yesterday’s shirt, which we’d washed overnight, I realised I was fighting a losing battle.
I’d barely been able to keep my libido under control when wanting Rami was forbidden. Now that it wasn’t?
All bets were off.
“Good morning,” I said, finally alerting Rami to my presence.
He whirled around, spatula still in hand, a massive smile on his face. “You’re awake. Did you sleep well?”
I shrugged a shoulder as I drifted closer to him. “Okay, I guess. How about you?”
“Like a baby.” He turned to check on the eggs. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” I admitted, coming to a halt beside him. “Can I help at all?”
“Nope, the eggs are the last bit. Go sit down, and I’ll bring a plate over.”
“I came down at the perfect time.” I slid onto a chair at the table.
“You did.” He flicked the hob off and placed an egg on one plate, then a second on another. “Let me know if anything isn’t to your liking.”
My eyes widened at the sight of the plate he set before me. It was piled high with bacon, sausage, eggs, black pudding, beans, grilled tomatoes and portobello mushrooms, hash browns, and toast. “Rami, you didn’t need to go to all this trouble.”
He smirked as he picked up his own plate and sat down opposite me. “Seems the least I can do to thank you for last night.”
My face heated as I looked down at my plate. “If anything, I think I should be thanking you with a meal, not the other way around.”
“Nah,” Rami said as he cut his bacon with his knife and fork, “definitely not how I see it.”
We were flirting with that line again, and I knew I shouldn’t cross it. Not this soon, anyway. I searched for a safer topic of conversation. “Did they have all this food delivered this morning?”
Rami swallowed his mouthful before responding. “Just the bacon and eggs.”
My brow furrowed. “Where’d the rest of it come from?”
“I googled the nearest supermarket and popped out while you were still asleep. Picked up a few other essentials too.”
I followed his pointing finger and spotted a small pile on the table. From what I could see, there were a few T-shirts, a couple of pairs of joggers, a pack of underwear, and even a hoody.
“I had to guess your size,” he said apologetically. “But we can pop back if none of it fits.”
“Thank you,” I said around the lump that had formed in my throat. “That was really thoughtful and kind of you.”
I took a sip of my tea, willing the butterflies in my stomach to take a break.
“I also got lube.” He smirked dangerously. “So don’t go thanking me for being too altruistic.”
Tea flew from my mouth as his words caused me to inadvertently spit it across the table.
Utter mortification rushed through me. I jumped to my feet to grab the kitchen roll.
Thankfully, I’d missed both our plates, but that didn’t make me feel much better.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry. I can’t believe I just did that. ”
A hand came down over mine where I was scrubbing the wood. “Ethan, it’s fine.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so clumsy. It’s just you said about the lube, and I wasn’t expecting it and —”
His hand moved to my mouth, cutting off my words. Warm eyes sparkled down at me as he smiled softly. “Ethan, it was adorable. I should be apologising to you for just dropping that bomb while you were drinking your tea. Honestly, my British passport should be revoked for such poor tea etiquette.”
As easy as that, Rami had me relaxing. When he lowered his hand, I was smiling back at him. “How about you don’t tell anyone about me spitting out the tea, and I won’t tell anyone about you making me spit it out?”
“Deal.” He nodded at my chair. “Now sit down and eat, Harry will be here soon.”
“Harry?”
“Our guide.” He returned to his own seat. “He’s taking us on a nature hike this morning.”
“I still can’t believe you booked all those activities for us.”
“Me either,” he said, sighing dramatically as I took another sip of tea. “If I’d known about the whole benefits situation, I would’ve insisted we just stay at the cottage.”
This time, we both got up to fetch the kitchen roll.