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 my hands 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.”
I resisted the urge to give a smart-ass answer, to tell him he already had my mouth on him.
Instead, I nodded and dipped back down to kiss his thighs again before taking his balls in my mouth, sucking each one gently in turn.
Finally, I spread his legs apart, lifting each one to rest on my shoulders.
As I did, Asher let out a sharp exhale and a whimper.
“Trust me?”
“I do.”
With that, I spread him open and stroked a finger over his hole. It twitched under my touch and he groaned. Slowly, I leaned in and replaced my finger with my tongue, dragging it along his entrance, teasing at the tight muscle.
“Holy shit.” He let out a quiet gasp.
“Is this okay?”
His reply was breathless and instant. “Yes. God, yes.”
With a quiet chuckle, I spread him further for me, diving in with my mouth, licking his hole eagerly before thrusting my tongue against the ring and working it inside him.
I ate his ass until he became soft and pliant under my tongue, and then gently slid a finger inside, drawing a moan from him.
When I could tell he was ready, I slid a second finger inside, licking and sucking around them, spreading them gently apart, opening him up for me.
After what felt like an eternity of torturing him, my own cock full and aching again already, I moved up and took Asher’s length in my mouth.
He moaned loudly as I accompanied the sucking with the thrust of my fingers deep inside him.
I knew when I hit the right spot because his sounds became deeper, more desperate, and he thrust into my mouth erratically, hitting the back of my throat.
I slowly fucked him with my fingers and sucked his cock until the sounds he was making pitched high, breathless and desperate again, before speeding up my thrusting and my sucking in time with one another.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I can’t—”
I sucked him relentlessly, pounding into him with my fingers. It was only seconds before he came, flooding my mouth with his release, and I swallowed it eagerly, working him until he was breathless and over-sensitive and spent.
With a self-satisfied grin, I pulled away and licked my lips, looking at Asher. “How was that?”
He laughed shakily. “Unbelievable. You’re going to have to teach me how to do that.”
“Practice makes perfect,” I said with a smirk. A moment later, I stood and hurried to clean up, bringing Asher a warm, damp washcloth when I returned.
He wiped himself down quickly and sat up on the couch, pulling his jeans back into place. I took my spot next to him and leaned against the couch, watching the show as if nothing unusual had happened. After a few minutes, he yawned deeply. “I think you fucked all the energy right out of me.”
“Don’t complain or I won’t do it again,” I said playfully, nudging him with my shoulder.
“That would be a tragedy.” He was quiet for a moment. “Hey.”
When I looked over at him, his brow was furrowed. “Yeah?”
“Why don’t you sleep in my bed tonight? Instead of the guest room, I mean.”
A slow grin spread over my face. “I’d like that.”
We made our way to the bedroom and got ready for bed. Instead of me retreating to the guest room for the night, I retrieved my pillow and crawled in next to him, on the side of his good arm. Asher wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in close, letting me tuck against his chest cozily.
“Can I ask you something?”
Asher hummed. “Go for it.”
“What do we do on Monday?”
“Monday?”
“At work, I mean. I assume you’re not wanting to tell people.”
He sighed softly and hesitated for a moment. “Yeah, not really. Is that okay?”
I looked up at him and nodded. “Of course it is. I don’t want to rush you into anything. Besides, we don’t know where this is going, right? No need to announce that we’re in a relationship if we… you know, aren’t.”
“Yeah,” he murmured again, sounding distant. “No need.” Another moment passed. “Are we? In a relationship, I mean?”
Warmth flooded me, but I knew better than to dive in.
I’d had enough of impulsive relationships.
Besides that, it was possible that I was leaving soon.
I’d only been contracted for these first two jobs.
I didn’t want to get too attached and then have to leave my heart behind.
“It’s probably best if we just take it slow.
See where things go. Just until the production is finished. ”
His chest rose and fell silently for what felt like a long time, an eternity, but eventually he nodded and spoke quietly. “You’re right. We should keep… whatever this is… to just the next few weeks. Until the post office restoration is done.”
We were both quiet after that, and soon Asher was asleep. My mind whirled as I tried to sleep, thinking over the conversation we’d just had and trying to parse out how I felt. All I knew was that I was happy. For the first time in a long time, I was happy.