I didn’t protest. I let him take them all the way down my legs and sucked in a harsh breath as he came level with my cock. Desire rippled through me, sharper than before. Brighter. I was so hot for him it was hard to imagine the thought process that had told me we shouldn’t do this. I didn’t regret waiting for this moment, I just didn’t…feel it anymore, despite the fact that nothing had changed.
Rami tossed my boxers somewhere and crawled up my body. He rolled onto his back, pulling me over him, and kissed me so hard I bucked my hips, searching out friction.
My cock tangled with his and we both groaned. Inhibitions gone, I reached between us and gripped us both, jacking us together, my eyes rolling at the unreal pleasure firing through my nerves. “You feel so good.”
Rami groaned again, licking his lips as his eyes grew hooded. “I knew your big hands would be the fucking death of me.”
“Only my hands?”
“I didn’t dare think about the rest of you in case the fantasy never came true.”
Rami punctuated his words with a kiss, but broke off with another low moan that went straight to my dick, and in that moment, my brain deserted me. I couldn’t think, only feel, and Christ if he didn’t feel so damn good. I worked us harder, faster, squeezing us together as I revelled in the sensation of his dick sliding against mine. It was hypnotising. For long minutes, I couldn’t look away.
Then the first rush of orgasm hit me and I panicked.Too soon.I wasn’t ready to stop.
I slowed my hand.
Rumi hummed and pushed me onto my back. I was bigger than him, stronger and heavier, but there was nothing weak about Rami. He restrained me with one hand splayed on my chest while the other reached for my aching cock. “Can I blow you?”
“You don’t want to fuck?”
He shook his head. “Not today. I want what you want.”
I opened my mouth to protest. To tell him that the connection I’d been waiting on had been there all along, but he silenced me with a kiss and a whisper. “Not yet.”
I didn’t have the headspace to figure out how I felt about that. Part of me was relieved because maybe, just maybe, Rami was right. But there was another part of me too, a selfish part that was bone-deep scared that we’d never get this moment again and I’d have to live the rest of my life knowing I could’ve fucked this beautiful man and I didn’t.
That part of me was small, though. All I truly wanted was for Rami to be happy. For him to feel good and have no regrets. If that meant a blowjob, I wasn’t about to complain.
I nodded and his smirk turned wicked. He moved down my body with his lips, leaving a trail of fire in his wake and seeking out sensitive spots I hadn’t known existed. Itrembledbeneath him, as if it was the first time I’d ever been naked with a man, and my breath became short, sharp pants before he’d even taken me in his mouth.
His lips touched my cock with a gentle kiss. I settled a little. Maybe I could take this. Maybe I could make it through without every part of me combusting.
Then he opened wide and sucked me in, and everything went white.
Pleasure came thick and fast as my dick slid down Rami’s throat. He swallowed around me and sucked me hard, reeling me in, only to back off again with teasing licks from root to tip.
It was so good.Toogood. I fought the feeling, and my hands curled into fists.
Rami pressed his palm against my abdomen and looked up at me. “Relax,” he whispered, lips wet and shiny. “This isn’t all we have.”
How he could read my mindandmy body so well, I had no idea, but his light touch to my belly was grounding, even as his wicked mouth took me hostage again, his tongue lashing my balls before he swallowed me whole.
My answering groan was inhuman. Primal. Animalistic. I didn’t have the brain power to settle on a single descriptor. I didn’t have anything except raw heat searing my nerves. Rami wasn’t kind to me. He tortured me, and just when I thought I’d combust into flames, he scraped his teeth along my shaft.
I was done. My body bucked from the bed and I came hard down his throat, my harsh yell loud enough to wake the devil. His strong hands on my hips stopped me from jerking us off the bed altogether, and then he was on me, straddling my chest, pumping his dick until he came too, splattering my blistering skin with his release.
He slumped forward. I put my shaking hands on his shoulders, but otherwise, I had nothing. I was a blank page—a blown mind with nothing but laboured breath inside me. I felt…brand new. As if waiting so long to be with him this way had been an act of healing.
Magic blowjobs. Who knew?
Not that I truly thought Rami’s mad skills had cured me of anything, but I was loving this moment, and I let myself have it.
Rami got up and cleaned us both off, then he came back to the bed and lay beside me, his chin on my chest. His hair was a mess where I’d tangled my fingers in it, and his smile was sleepy and sated. “We’d be back by lunchtime if we left now, but I don’t feel like moving just yet.”
Neither did I. It was one of the things I hated most about one-night stands—snatching clothes from the floor and sliding out the door like nothing had happened. “Can we stay a while? I’m loving this too much to give it up just yet.”
My words were heavier than the moment, and I got the feeling Rami knew that. But he just smiled and turned his head, laying his cheek over my thudding heartbeat, and tangled together in his Manchester flat, we fell asleep.