After Dad had gone to bed, the atmosphere changed. The air was charged, and restlessness settled between Micah and me. “So now what?” Micah asked, looking down at his watch. Sarge sat dutifully at his feet, sleeping peacefully, his belly full and his legs tired from a long walk. “It’s only eight. We could play canasta if you’re not too tired,” he joked, his eyes dancing with humor and playfulness.
The only idea bouncing around in my head most definitely didn’t involve cards. And if he thought I brought him here just so we could take care of my dad, he was sorely mistaken.
When he saw what I had in mind, I hoped he’d be pleasantly surprised.
And horny as fuck, but only time would tell.
Running my hand up his thigh, I made sure to let my fingers lightly graze against his dick. “What if I told you what I had planned involved some rather pleasurable activities?”
He swallowed hard, his voice hitching in his throat. “What’d’ya have in mind?”
Swinging my body over his lap, he gasped at the sudden change. “Oh, you’ll just have to wait and see,” I teased, nibbling at his neck. “If you’re up for it, that is,” I challenged, running my hands across his rock-hard chest.
Basking in the feel of his strong arm around my waist, I secretly longed for him to grab me with both arms, to hold me steady against his body as he drove his tongue deep into my mouth. But for now, I’d have to settle for the one arm and the teasing kisses he offered.
“I think I can handle it.” Full of confidence, he smiled widely at me, pushing his hips up into mine.
“Good,” I teased, standing abruptly from his lap. “Because if we want to get there on time, we need to leave in a half hour.”
I could only assume I left him there with a dumbfounded look on his face because there was no denying the rock-hard erection pressing into his as I sat on his lap. And I had a feeling there would be more where that came from, especially where we were headed.
As quickly as I could move with the current state of my dick, I made my way into the spare room. I knew Micah wouldn’t be too far behind since all our stuff was in here. My goal was simple: get in the shower before he came into the room.
And my reasons were even simpler: make him think of me all wet and soapy and get some distance between us before we never left the house.
But as I stripped out of my clothes, the joke was on me. My dick was as hard as ever and my heart pounded in my chest. Anxiety raced through my veins thinking about what his reaction would be to me taking him to a gay bar. I had a feeling he’d be okay with it since we literally knew no one there. Well, at least he didn’t. Hope came to life thinking about how he’d hopefully feel at home, and at peace. Since I laid eyes on him, I’d wanted nothing more than to see him for who he really was. With no angry veil, no covering up, no decade’s worth of pain getting in the way.
Envisioning him laughing easily and dancing up against me, my body reacted even more. As the hot water slid over my body, it felt as if every nerve ending was on fire. Thinking about how much I wanted him to kiss me freely without fear of what someone else would say made my dick pulse with need. “Might as well rub one out before later,” I muttered to myself under the sound of the water hitting the dingy tile.
“What’s that?”
Oh fuck!Clearly, I hadn’t thought it through that Micah would be in here getting ready as well.
“Nothing,” I said, hoping I could cover up the gravelly sound in my voice, but I had no such luck.
“Sure,” he dragged out the word, and even though I didn’t dare open the curtain to catch a glimpse of it, I had a feeling he was smiling and laughing at me.
Before I could offer him up some wiseass comment, as if my brain was even working that quickly, I heard the door click closed. Assuming the coast was clear, I went back to the task at hand.
Literally.
With my hand gliding over my cock, all I could imagine was Micah’s mouth working over me before I drove into his body. Tightening my grip, I pretended to know what his heat actually felt like. When I bit my lower lip, I imagined what the skin on his neck would taste like as our bodies moved together. “Oh fuck.” The pleasure became too overwhelming, too much to contain as it cascaded over the brim.
Looking down, I caught sight of the first drops of my orgasm flowing over my tightly clenched fist. I hadn’t come that quickly since I was a teenager. Laughing, I remembered the first time I jerked off to visions of Micah. Since that day, he’d always played a recurring role in my fantasies.
As the water cooled, I finished up my shower very quickly—not that it had anything to do with the recent weakness in my knees. As I stepped out of the shower, I grabbed for a towel, but the bar was empty. “What the hell?” I asked as I pulled the curtain open all the way.
Micah stood on the other side, just out of reach, holding my towel in one hand and his ready-to-explode cock in the other. “You didn’t think I could walk away knowing what you were doing in there, did you?” he asked through a clenched jaw.
My tongue was suddenly taking up all the space in my mouth, and the thoughts about swallowing his orgasm took up all the space in my brain.
“And you didn’t think you could stand here with your dick in your hand without me dropping to my knees, did you?” I asked, moving into position.
“Fucking hell,” he cursed as my hand joined in on the fun. “I was hoping not.”
In slow motion, the towel he was holding fell to the floor. The entire world came to a standstill as the cool metal of his hand came down on my shoulder. Looking up at him, I grew semihard again at the sight of his head thrown back, his Adam’s apple jutting out enough to make me lick my lips with the desire to taste his skin.
“Come, Micah. Come for me,” I coached in a breathy voice.
“Fuck,” he cursed, his breath growing ragged. His legs wavered under his weight, and he braced himself against the countertop, leaving my hand the only one working over his cock. “Jude.”
Leaning in, I put my mouth right in front of the engorged head of his dick. As I spoke, I was certain my warm breath washed over his skin. “I got you. Come.” On my word and with my touch, Micah exploded, the salty taste of him coating my tongue and cascading down my throat.
His chest heaved as he dragged in shallow breaths. Trying to keep some of the light banter alive from before, and pay him back for catching me in the act of jerking off to thoughts of him, I stepped back from him. He reacted to the loss of heat by letting his head fall forward, his eyes settling on mine. With his eyes pulled into a questioning slant, he stood there, staying silent, waiting for the rest of the words to fall from my mouth.
“Can I have my towel now?”
