Gesturing at the box of condoms I added to the order, I assure him, “I’m still happy to use these.”
Rami bites at his lower lip, looking up at me through his thick lashes. “No, I’d like to do this with you.”
Remembering how he reacted to me in the bathroom at the gun range, I place my hand around his neck. He inhales sharply, his eyes darting to the side.
Adding a growl to my voice, I ask, “Does that mean Mr. Perfect wants to be bred like the little slut he is?”
Rami swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple shifting under my palm. “Yes,” he answers, the shy, breathy quality of his voice gasoline on a fire that’s been burning for hours already.
Too turned on to move this along to the bed, I spin him, forcing him to face my old-fashioned pedestal sink. And the mirror.
Squeezing out a bit of the fancy lube he ordered, I part his cheeks, rough as I rub it across his hole. His reflection tells me he likes it like this.
“I’m going to fuck you here,” I say, slipping two fingers inside him. “Now.”
He grunts, his large hands gripping the edges of the porcelain. “Please," he whines. “I need it.”
I quickly coat my shaft with his fancy lube—fuck, that’s a pleasant feeling—then part his cheeks and press against his entrance. “Let me in, baby,” I whisper into his ear.
He pushes back as I slam forward, sinking into his heat with a lewd squelch.
The hot squeeze of his body is more than I know what to do with, and I freeze, almost unable to hold back the orgasm. If I thought the sex with Rami was fantastic with a condom… fucking him raw might just kill me.
He looks over his shoulder. “You okay back there?”
Huffing out a laugh, it’s my turn to blush. “Your ass is too fucking good. I just need a second to gather myself.”
The compliment makes him shy, and… fuck. I like shy Rami a lot more than is wise. I rest my forehead between his shoulder blades as we take a few deep breaths together, and I slowly back off the edge.
I kiss his back and Rami grins, then holds onto the sink for dear life as I drape myself against him and reach under his arms, taking hold of his shoulders from the front for torque.
I move, and he pushes away from the chilly porcelain, meeting every one of my strokes with a roll of his hips.
“Harder,” he begs, the need visible in the arch and sway of his body. “More.”
Rather than slam into him, I sink deeper, and only when I’ve bottomed out do I press up with short, sharp thrusts as I pull down on his shoulders.
“Yes, yes, fuckingyes,” he groans. “Need to suck on something.”
Freeing one hand, I press my two middle fingers into his mouth as I continue to leverage his body like the world’s hottest sex toy.
Speaking of…
“Make that fucked-up baby sound again,” I growl into his ear.
His eyes roll back in his head at my request, and I’m not sure if he’s with me enough to do it.
Just as I think he might be too far gone, that vulgar suckingsound comes from the back of his palate, the pull on my fingers so strong I can feel it in the root of my cock. He tongues the sensitive skin between my fingers, rolling his hips back to meet each thrust, his eyes locked onto mine in the mirror. He doesn’t blink, and he doesn’t let go as he makes that disturbing, perfect sound while staring into my soul.
“Fuck, baby boy. You are something else.”
A proud little smirk tilts up the edges of his stretched lips as he tightens his hole around me. I’d assumed Rami Bash would be basic in bed, but nothing about him is basic. Not his beauty, not his brains, not his family, not the way my body reacts.
More than that is his fucking gorgeous mind. Yes, he’s ridiculous and occasionally cocky, but he’s also brilliant, and sensual and weirdly in his head.
It’s the shy, atypical parts of him that I like the best. It’s those elements of his personality that are going to wring this fucking orgasm from my balls.
He makes a noise of complaint when I remove my fingers from his mouth and my hand from his shoulder, but I need to body him into the next universe. Taking his hips, I pull back and begin thrusting home. He’s quick to adjust, sucking on his lower lip, his expression so subby and perfect that it whites out my gray matter until all that’s left is pleasure and brain stem.
