Butterflies exploded in my gut. He liked it. He liked me. He didn’t hate me for what I’d done. “I know. I don’t want that, either.” I took a tentative step closer. “It’s just… you’re the first guy—”
“I know. That’s why I said maybe we should just forget about it.”
“I don’t know if I can forget about it. I know I don’t want to.”
Micah nodded and turned to face me. When he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper. “Neither do I.”
“You don’t?” I took a step closer.
He shook his head and once again, he swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving in a way that drew my attention to his throat, reminding me of my shower. A wave of desire crashed through me. “Can I—”
Before I could get out another word, Micah took another step forward, closing the gap between us, and pulled me against him.
Instead of the quick, surprising, clumsy thing our first kiss had been, this was different. We leaned into one another and I inhaled, breathing in his scent once again. It was intoxicating, addictive, and I wanted more. I slid one hand along his waist and pulled him against me as our lips parted and his tongue met mine. Micah let out a soft groan that went straight to my cock, the intensity of my desire catching me off guard, even now.
We kissed for several long moments, exploring each other’s mouths, hands gripping, pressing our bodies together, before the intensity of the kiss turned feverish. Tentatively at first, I eased my good hand lower, to the hem of his T-shirt, and slid my fingers up to touch his bare skin. His back was hot to the touch, and he groaned again when I made contact. It seemed he took the opportunity as permission, because before I knew it, Micah’s hands were both hooked onto the top of my sweats, hauling my hips against his.
His cock was hard against me, my own erection aching to be touched. My chest rumbled with a soft moan of desire as Micah pressed his palms against my lower back. I couldn’t stand it—I wanted, no, needed him. “More,” I murmured into the kiss.
Micah drew back to look me in the eye, both of us breathing hard. “More?”
I answered without hesitation. “Please.”
He kissed me again, his tongue thrusting into my mouth for a brief moment before he nipped my lower lip and pulled away. “Okay,” he said breathlessly, spinning us so my back was against the counter. He tugged at the hem of my sweats again. “Can I?”
I moaned again at the thought, zero hesitation, just desire coursing through me. “Yes,” I breathed. My cock throbbed with the promise of touch as Micah sank to his knees, keeping eye contact as he did. Even though I’d just come in the shower ten minutes ago, I found myself on the precipice already, without even being touched yet, the heat between us too much for me to bear.
Once he was kneeling in front of me, he pulled my sweats down in one swift movement, exposing my aching erection, precum glistening at the tip. He licked his lips and enveloped my crown in his mouth as more precum pulsed from me. He began to suck, bobbing his head to take me in deep, and I couldn’t look away. I was awestruck, both at the situation and the sensations flooding my body. I’d been with women before, but this was nothing like that.
He took my cock deep in his throat, over and over, as heat built in the pit of my stomach and in my balls. I watched him as he made quick work of bringing me to the edge. With my good hand, I gripped the kitchen counter, letting out soft noises of pleasure as I was drawn toward release.
“Close,” I murmured, desperate to touch him, to have more of him. Micah moaned and nodded, but I didn’t want to come like that. I put a hand on his shoulder to still him and when he looked up in confusion, I tugged at his shirt. “C’mere.”
Micah climbed to his feet and I pulled him in close for a kiss before clumsily attempting to unfasten his jeans. Grinning, he stepped back and shoved them down, closing in on me again. Our tongues slid together, the salty taste of my precum on his lips. I lined up both of our cocks, gripped them in my good hand,and began to stroke. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he groaned in pleasure. A moment later, his hand joined mine and we stroked together.
A few moments later, Micah leaned in for another hot, open-mouthed kiss and as our lips met, he came, groaning into my mouth. His orgasm spilled out of him and coated our fists, making mine slick. The scent of him filled my nostrils, mingled with sweat and sex, and I moaned as I came, my release joining his in covering our hands. He kept stroking us until we were both through the aftershocks, until I pulled away from the kiss and tipped my head back with a groan.
Micah pulled away then and my chest ached, still wanting him close. He washed up and hauled his jeans back in place before tilting his head to the sink and stepping aside, giving me space to follow suit.
When we were both clean and back in our clothes, I leaned against the counter again, facing him. Overwhelmed, I didn’t know what to say. My chest was tight, full of emotion, my mind reeling. When I caught my breath, there was only one thing I could manage to say. “Holy shit.”
“I hope…” Micah started, but trailed off. I raised my eyebrows and waited for him to finish. With a deep breath, he started again. “We’re okay, right? Like, still friends? That wasn’t too much for you?”
“Not too much,” I assured him.
Chapter 14 - Micah
“Hey, is that…?”
It was the day after our kitchen… encounter, and we were having pizza and watching a show when something on the back porch caught my eye. Asher looked up from his dinner plate and glanced around, confused.
“Hmm?”
I tried again. “Is that the bird house I made for you in fifth grade?” I gestured to a birdhouse, sloppily painted blue and green, on Asher’s porch, visible through his window. I didn’t know how I hadn't noticed it before.
He swallowed his mouthful of pizza and nodded. “It is,” he murmured, giving me a little smile. “I have a family of blue jays that nest in it every spring.”
“You do?” I furrowed my brow, unsure of what to say.
