High School Romance with The Malek Brothers

Chapter Sixty Three.

While Mason and his husband went into the guest room with their children to unpack and put Le Roux down for a nap, we stayed outside. Sami and Rykie got up and asked us if we wanted to follow them to see something. "It's really cool. Rykie told me." Sami said to his brother first and then looked at me. Rami nodded. "Sure, what is it?" He asked in wonder. "You'll see." Rykie teased. I tugged at Rami's hand and pulled myself up from the concrete floor by the pool. We followed them through the gate and onto the driveway. There it was. A shiny silver Jaguar. Sami liked cars, I knew that. But was Rami impressed? I shot a look at him. His eyes were squinted as he walked closer to the car for a better look. "Would you look at that!" He said, his Californian drawl very much audible.

Sami pushed past his brother to peer inside the car. "Damn. Leather interior. And is that velvet on the head rests?" He asked, his jaw dropping slightly. "It's electric, too." Rykie told him. "Go on, have a look inside." She told her boyfriend before unlocking the door for him. Sami sat in the driver's seat, his left hand on the steering wheel, his facial expression stoic. "You look like a model, babe." Rykie told him with admiration. He cracked a smile then. He fiddled with the radio until he found the classic rock station. Highway to Hell by AC/DC came on. Sami sat back in the car and casually laid his head against the plush velvet trimmed headrest. He shut the door as Rykie joined him in the passenger's seat.

Rami leaned against the silver Jaguar. Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard was blasting from the car's speakers now. He looked so impossibly cool. While he leaned back on the car his white v neck revealed some of his chest hair. His black jeans hugged his body leaving little to the imagination. He casually raised his sunglasses on top of his head as he winked at me. "Come here!" He growled in his signature raspy voice as he motioned to me with his finger. I walked over to him, my heart beating like a jackhammer in my chest. He took my hand and whispered into my ear. "I want to rip that fucking dress off of you right now." His breath hot on my face and his leg dangerously rubbing close to my inner thigh. "Play with me, my love." He tauntingly said into my ear again before gently biting my neck. My skin paled as I bit my lip. I could only nod. I reached for his hand, not so accidentally grazing the front of his pants first. I felt his excitement. I finally grabbed his hand and pulled at him, having him follow me back to the house in a sprint.

Once back in our bedroom, Rami lifted me up in his arms and shut the door behind us with his foot. He dropped me onto the bed before doubling back to lock the door. Then Rami turned around to face me as he yanked off his shirt and flung it on to the floor in front of him before unbuttoning his jeans. He kneeled down in front of me, his jeans now pulled down to his ankles and his erection very visible through his underwear. He reached for my dress and tore the strap on my right shoulder as he grabbed for me in a rage of passion. He pulled his impressive length from the confines of his boxers and began palming himself while his eyes pierced deeply into mine. My cheeks began to flush. Suddenly, he let out an animalistic moan from the depths of his throat. He laid his free hand against the back of my head and guided me closer to his pulsating member.

I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around him. My dress was already off and my bra on the floor. Rami's hands roamed on my chest while I pleasured him with my mouth. He gyrated and moaned in unison. When I knew he couldn't take much more of my teasing, I released him from my mouth and sat up. I leaned back on the bed, holding myself up with my elbows. "So, what are you going to do to me?" I teased him. He shed the jeans off of his legs as he climbed onto the bed. "You have no idea how crazy you make me." He growled as he climbed over me. We kissed until he was inside of me and then the adrenaline kicked in. We were one. Our bodies knowing just the right ways to move. Pleasuring us both wholly and completely in synch.

After only a few moments of this, he collapsed on top of me, keeping the brunt of his weight in his arms so he wouldn't crush me. "God, I love you." He rasped out. My eyes widened at the passion in his voice. Not able to use my words properly, I pulled him in close, hugging him tightly. We laid there in each other's arms for God knows how long, simply coming down from the unbelievable high that sex between us always led to.