“Besides you getting to hook up with that very hot friend of yours, learn about your own sexuality with someone who’s safe to explore with, and have a good time doing it all?” With a shrug, he took a bite of his ice cream—an actual bite, like an animal—and looked at me thoughtfully. “Don’t rush to figure out the end. Take it one day at a time. You never know what can happen until you try.”
Chapter 16 - Micah
My time at Asher’s had come to an end. It was clear that he no longer needed any help, besides the occasional extra hand opening a jar. His hip was healed enough that he could get around on his own, his ribs felt better, and the only thing holding him back was his injured shoulder, which was mobile enough that he was headed back to work on Monday with weekly physical therapy appointments scheduled. I had to admit, I was reluctant to leave.
On our final evening together, we sat on the couch, my arm slung around his shoulder as we watched mindless TV. During an ad break, Asher looked up with a smile and pulled me to him for a kiss. I hummed, pleasantly surprised. Beyond the occasional kiss, we hadn’t been physical since that one night in the kitchen. I’d been following his lead, not wanting to rush him into anything he wasn’t comfortable with.
The next thing I knew, though, Asher was climbing into my lap, straddling me and cupping my face in his hands. I leaned against the couch, welcoming him into my space, and slid myhands around to rest on his lower back. We kissed for a long while, slowly at first, the heat gradually ramping up between us until the kissing was accompanied by groans from both of us, my fists gripping his shirt, his cock just as hard between us as mine was.
Following his lead, I kept it strictly to kissing, though I did let my hands drift farther south to cup his ass. As I did, he moaned softly, thrusting his ass back into my touch. A few more moments passed before he reached for my waistband and unbuttoned my fly with one hand. Surprised at his skill, I laughed.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I murmured. “You’re getting good at that.”
His cheeks reddened, and when he spoke, he didn’t make eye contact. “I’ve been practicing,” he murmured.
The thought sent a bolt of heat through me, and I let out a sharp exhale as I rocked my hips up into his touch. “Fuck,” I muttered. He looked up, frowning and furrowing his brow. I closed my eyes briefly before speaking again. “It’s really hot to think of you practicing undressing me.”
Asher’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “I’d like to try…” His words trailed off and I suspected he was too shy to admit what he really wanted.
“Anything,” I said without hesitation, meaning it with every fiber of my being.
He slid to the floor, kneeling between my legs, and hauled my jeans down past my hips before taking my aching cock in his hand. For several moments, Asher watched himself stroking me, gaze fixed on the tip where precum leaked out as he dragged his thumb through the slickness. I couldn’t help myself and I thrust up into his touch. A moment later, Asher lowered himself to my cock, parted his lips, and took me in his mouth.
“Fuck,” I hissed again. The sensations, hot and wet, made my head spin and I let out a long, slow breath, trying to steady myself, gripping the couch firmly with one hand. I let the other hand drift to Asher’s head, carding my fingers through his hair. I didn’t want to rush him, but at the same time, I desperately wanted more.
As he took my length deeper, precum leaked from my tip, my gut heating with lust. I fought the urge to thrust up into his mouth, letting him set the pace. It seemed impossible that less than a month ago, we were at a point where we barely knew each other anymore, and now, he was exploring his sexuality by sucking my dick. I kept my gaze trained on him and when he glanced up, making eye contact, a ragged groan tore from me.
Asher pulled away for a moment. “I’m sorry if I’m not good at it. I don’t have any experience doing this,” he murmured, gripping my shaft and gliding his hand up and down.
I groaned again as he stroked me. “Less talking.”
He grinned and nodded. A second later, he sucked me down again, using his fist to stroke when he couldn’t take me any deeper. He was tentative at first, but as the moments passed, his confidence seemed to grow. Asher stroked and sucked, bobbing his head, flicking his tongue along my slit and the underside of my crown. When precum pulsed from me, he groaned softly, sucking harder. I dragged my fingers through his hair, gently guiding him as he worked me over.
When I felt the heat building, my balls drawing up tight, I murmured a warning that I was close, expecting him to pull off. Instead, he shook his head and moaned around my cock, sending vibrations through my shaft.
“Seriously, Ash…” My voice came out strangled and tight.
He pulled away for only a moment. “I want to taste you.”
I moaned and nodded, taking a deep breath to keep from coming right then. He went back to sucking and stroking my cock, and in seconds, I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“Asher,” I murmured moments before my load burst into his mouth.
He groaned as I came, working me through my orgasm, continuing to suck and stroke and swallow as much as he could, until cum was leaking from his lips and my cock had finished pulsing with aftershocks. I couldn’t find any words, so I just groaned and leaned my head back against the arm of the couch.
A few moments later, he pulled away and grinned at me, wiping his mouth with the heel of his hand to clear away stray strands of cum. “Can I… can I kiss you?”
“God, yes.” I reached down and hauled him close, thrusting my tongue into his mouth without hesitation, still catching my breath. The taste of my cum between us, salty and earthy and bitter, made me want more of him. As we kissed, I guided him back against the couch, laying him down. I moved my lips from his to press open-mouthed kisses to his neck and throat, to his shoulders, to his chest. Asher squirmed and panted under me, groaning and making soft noises of desperation as I worked my way farther down, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach, along the soft trail of hair that ran down from his stomach until just above his waistband.
I tugged his jeans down and he groaned, sending another bolt of lust through me. Instead of taking him in my mouth, I kissed his thighs, alternating with little scrapes with my teeth. Soon he was gasping and gripping my hair.
“Please,” he murmured.
I looked up at him, smirking. “Please what?”
He hesitated for only a second. “I want your mouth.”
