Micah stepped forward. “Hey, will you give me a ride home?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
Jackson looked from Micah and me to Kieran and back at me. “I think I’m going to stick around a while longer. These balls won’t pocket themselves.” He gestured at the pool table, but I knew better.
It was Kieran’s turn to blush. He looked at the pool table, grinning. A moment later, he looked at Jackson. “I’ll stick around and keep you company.”
“I bet you will,” Micah murmured, punctuated with a soft snort of laughter.
A few minutes later, we’d paid our tabs and were heading to the parking lot. Micah climbed into my truck silently and I fired up the engine, my ears buzzing from the loud music inside the bar.
“Your house?”
I nodded. “Fine by me.” My heart pounded as I pulled out of the parking lot, both excited and nervous about what was about to happen, about what I planned to ask for.
After a few moments, Micah reached over and put his hand on mine, where it rested on the gear shifter. I let him take my hand in both of his and pull it closer to him. I didn’t live far from the bar and as I drove, my anxiety ratcheted up, the tension in my chest and shoulders building. We turned onto my street, Micah still holding my hand in his, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.
When I finally pulled into my driveway and put the truck into park, Micah practically launched himself at me, reaching across the bench seat and hauling me in for a kiss. It took me a second to disentangle myself from the seat belt but soon I was halfway across the bench, holding him close, one hand desperately reaching for the fly on his jeans.
Before I was able to get his jeans unfastened, Micah put a hand on mine to stop me. “No, wait,” he murmured, breathing hard, chest heaving.
I frowned. “I’m sorry.” The apology slipped out immediately as I worried he was changing his mind.
He kissed me quickly to shut me up before speaking again. “Let’s take this inside.”
That was definitely something I was on board with. We stumbled inside, stopping to kiss halfway up the sidewalk, and the moment the front door closed behind us, we were stripping each other’s clothes off, losing our shirts and pants, hands everywhere, mouths frantic.
Micah kissed a trail down my neck, my chest, my stomach, until he was on his knees in front of me, both of us naked and breathing hard. He looked up at me, his brown eyes dark in the dim light, and ran his hands up my thighs. My stomach flipped as I looked down at him. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life, and if things were about to end for us…
I put a hand on his shoulder. “Can you…”
“Anything,” he said without hesitation, taking my cock into his hand.
“Canyoufuckmetonight?”
Chapter 30 - Micah
Asher’s dark eyes met mine, his brow low as my hand stroked his cock. I laughed softly, more surprised than anything.
“I mean, you don’t have to,” he said in a hurry. “I just thought—”
As gracefully as I could muster, I rose from the floor before pulling Asher close to me. “If you think you’re ready, I’d love to.”
“Yeah. I’m ready.”
I kissed him gently. “Then lead the way.”
He took my hand and I followed him to the bedroom. As soon as we were inside, he stopped to kiss me again, slow and deep, before pulling me onto the bed. He pulled out a condom and lube before leaning back against the pillows. I took a moment to admire him, his strong body, all muscle and hard lines, waiting for me to make him feel good. I wanted to pour my feelings into this moment, to show him how much I wanted him, no matter what happened in the coming days.
Instead of taking the condom from him, I got on the bed and shoved his legs apart, settling between them. He reached downand stroked my cheek as I gazed up at him before peppering his thighs with gentle, teasing kisses. As my mouth moved lower, he groaned in anticipation. I spread his cheeks apart with my fingers and leaned in, dragging my tongue over his hole. Another groan escaped him and he bucked his hips before settling back down and rocking closer.
Slowly, tenderly, I licked him, pressing my tongue into his ass, teasing my thumb around the rim. Asher’s groans intensified as I slid a finger inside, fucking him with it while I continued to eat his ass. I added a second finger, stretching and working him until his muscle was soft and pliant against my touch and he was a sweaty, writhing mess, fists gripping the sheets desperately.
When I was sure he was ready, I eased back and took the condom and lube from him. I took my time rolling the condom on, putting on a bit of a show for him as I did, before uncapping the bottle and pouring a generous amount of lube onto my fingers.
“Are you ready?” I asked quietly, spreading the lube along his hole.
“Please.”
