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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!”

Chapter 19

Rami

Ethan collapsed against my chest, still shaking after his orgasm. I was shaking too, but for very different reasons.

This man was my mate. He was happy right now because I’d made him so. I’d given myself completely over to my instincts, letting them guide me towards what Ethan wanted. What he needed.