Chapter 27 - Asher
My doorbell rang just as I was finishing dinner. Weird. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Maybe it was a delivery? I made my way to the front door and swung it open curiously.
“Micah?”
“Hi.” He gave me a little wave and ran his fingers through his short hair.
“Is everything okay?” He’d never just popped by before. I shoved my hand in my pocket to pull out my phone, but it wasn’t there. I realized I probably left it in the kitchen. “Did I miss something?”
“No,” he said softly, shaking his head. “I…” He took a breath.
“I wanted to…” He stepped toward me and hauled me in for a kiss.
His mouth was hot and insistent, his tongue against mine immediately, and I couldn’t stop the soft groan of surprise and pleasure that escaped me.
Micah’s hand went to the back of my head, fingers tightening in my hair, my breath hitching as he did.
His other hand was at my waist, gripping the fabric of my T-shirt and pinning me to him. He took a steady, sure step toward me, walking me back until we were both in the house. After another moment, he pulled back. We were breathing hard, chests heaving.
“I thought you might want to pick up where we left off earlier,” he said with a crooked grin.
I kicked the door shut and kissed him again, pulling him farther into the house, until we parted so we didn’t trip over furniture. I pressed my forehead to his. “Fuck yes.”
His smile grew and he nodded once. “Where?”
“Bedroom.” I led him down the hall to my room and the second we’d crossed the threshold, I turned back to him and yanked his shirt over his head. Micah was lean and strong, his body long lines that did something to me, made me ache for him.
He grinned and placed his hands on my chest before giving me a playful little shove, sending me stumbling back against the bed.
I sat and began stripping my clothes off while he did the same, and before I knew it we were both naked.
He moved forward to stand between my knees and I leaned back, resting my weight on my palms, unable to look away from his hard cock, the tip glistening with the precum that beaded out.
My own cock ached with need, but I resisted the urge to touch myself as Micah leaned down and kissed me again, slower this time, more deliberately, one hand on my chin.
I wanted to pull him closer, against me, to feel his solid body against mine.
I wanted to touch him all over, his chest and abs, his strong back, his ass, his cock.
I wanted his mouth on me, anywhere I could get it. I wanted, I wanted, I wanted.
“Get on the bed,” he murmured, moving his lips down to kiss the bolt of my jaw.
I nodded and did as he said, resting in the middle of the bed and waiting, reaching for him as he climbed on top of me and settled between my thighs, my feet planted on the bed and our cocks brushing against one another, sending a wave of heat coursing through me.
The wanting was threatening to drive me over the edge already, but I didn’t care.
“More.” My voice was a hoarse whisper as I moved my hands to rest on his back.
Micah nodded and lowered his mouth again, moving to my neck and throat, scraping my sensitive skin with his teeth and scratching me with his stubble, and every touch rocked me with lust. He made his way lower, biting my nipple gently and causing me to moan.
My fingers curled on his back, gripping harder, digging in, before I slid them down to clutch his ass, desperate to be inside him.
“Can I fuck you?” I whispered.
Micah stopped kissing me, drew back, and looked up, his dark eyes meeting mine. “God, please.”
I laughed, a little shakily, feeling frantic and out of control. “I’m afraid I’ll do it wrong,” I confessed.
He closed his eyes briefly before opening them, giving me a gentle, sincere smile. “Not possible. Do you have condoms?”
I nodded and gestured toward my nightstand. “In there.”
He stretched and reached for the drawer, pulling it open and withdrawing a condom and a bottle of lube before returning to kiss me again.
A moment later, he sat back, ripped the condom open, and rolled it onto me.
I let my eyes close as he did it, letting my mind revel in the pleasure I felt, the sensations of the latex and his hands, and thinking about what was about to happen.
I was surprised by how nervous I was, afraid I’d hurt him or do something wrong, afraid he wouldn’t enjoy what we were about to do, even though I knew that as a well-established pansexual man, he’d done this before.
I’d never worried this way in the past, had always just gone through the motions on instinct, but with Micah, everything was heightened, every touch felt more important than anything I’d done before.
He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some in his hands before stroking my sheathed cock slowly.
It wasn’t enough to do anything but tease me and I kept my gaze trained on his hand, watching Micah touch my cock.
When he seemed satisfied, he reached behind himself, and arched his back to spread the lube over his hole.
As he touched himself, my desperation grew, and I pulled him down for a kiss, wanting more, wanting to be a part of every step.
His hips rocked as he spread the lube and I responded in kind, slowly moving my body with his.
“I think I’m ready,” he whispered after a few seconds.
A moan of anticipation tore from me. Micah moved to straddle my hips before lowering himself onto my cock slowly, taking me into his body inch by agonizing inch. I knew better than to rush him, no matter how much my own nerve endings were screaming for more.
When he was fully seated, his ass pressed against my pelvis and my cock buried within, Micah pressed his mouth to mine and groaned into the kiss. He nodded and rocked his hips, giving me the go-ahead to fuck him.
I wanted to be sure he enjoyed it, not just get myself off, not just get it over with and be done for the night. I pulled out slowly, almost to the end, before easing back in.
“Fuck,” he murmured. “More.” To emphasize his request, he fucked himself on my cock, a few short, intense thrusts.
“Okay, yeah.” I moved one hand to pinch his nipple, the other cupping his jaw as I pulled out and slammed back in.
He moaned as I bottomed out, breath hitching, dropping his forehead to rest on my shoulder. “Yes.”
I swallowed, my cock so hard it was nearly painful, my body screaming for more. I moved my hands to clutch his hips, lifted him gently, and thrust in again as I lowered him.
“Yes,” he repeated, his voice ragged.
I took the encouragement, fucking into him again and again, moving his body as I did, until he was bouncing on my cock and I was thrusting fast and hard. Heat built in my groin and my gut, but I wasn’t ready to be done, not by a long shot.
Without pulling out, I shifted, manhandling Micah until he was beneath me.
He looked up at me with his soft dark eyes wide, nodding his approval.
My arms bracketed his shoulders as I fucked him, hot and hard, my own cock leaking into the condom.
He threw his head back, exposing his throat to me and I leaned forward and sucked, making him moan louder.
Between us, his cock leaked, leaving smears of precum on my stomach, my mouth watering as I thought of tasting him again. He moved his hand to his cock, stroking in long, steady motions as I continued to fuck him into the mattress.
His moans grew louder and I knew he was close. I thrust harder, slamming into him again and again.
“Fuck.” His voice was broken as he cried out, his orgasm spilling over his fingers as his hole clenched around my cock.
My whole body was on fire with lust, my nipples aching, my cock thick and full, my balls tight. I was nearly there, and I continued fucking him relentlessly. It only took a few more thrusts before my own orgasm ripped through me, the intensity of it startling me and making me moan loudly.
We moved together through the aftershocks, my strokes erratic and ragged as my orgasm subsided, Micah moaning on every thrust. We were both spent, I dipped down and kissed him, deep and slow, groaning into it before pulling back to meet his gaze.
Micah took a breath, letting it out slowly. As he did, he moved his clean hand to my hip and stroked his thumb over my skin tenderly. I pressed another kiss to his mouth before carefully pulling out of him, holding the condom as I did. Once I withdrew completely, he let out a little whimper.
I glanced down at him. “Are you okay?”
He gave me a small smile and a nod. “I’m just not ready to be done.”
I couldn’t help but smile and chuckle softly.
“Me either. But… we have all night.” As I moved away from him to go clean up, I rolled my bad shoulder a little to test it out.
It hadn’t hurt much while we were in the throes of fucking, but I wanted to be sure I hadn’t made things worse.
It felt good enough, considering, and I decided sex would count as doing my physical therapy exercises for the night.
I made my way to the bathroom quickly to clean up and dispose of the condom, before returning with a warm washcloth for Micah. He hadn’t moved, and I gently wiped the mess from his stomach before settling back into bed with him, the washcloth discarded to the side.
I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him close while my heart rate returned to normal. Micah stayed silent for a long time, trailing his fingers across my chest and abs, before he spoke again.
“Are you okay?”
I stroked my fingers through his short hair and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, chuckling. “I’m great.”
“No,” Micah said, pulling back to look at me. “I mean, how are you feeling?”
My chest squeezed tight hearing the underlying insecurity in his words. “No gay panic,” I reassured him. “That was probably the best sex of my life.”
He grinned slowly. “Just probably? I’ve got to work on my game.”
I laughed and pulled him close again. “I wouldn’t mind a repeat performance. Just to be sure.”
“Right,” he murmured. “Just to be sure.”
The conversation we’d had previously drifted through my mind. “Seriously,” I said quietly. “I really liked that and I’m looking forward to seeing what else we can get up to.”
Micah trailed his hand down to my cock. “Give it a little while and we can get up to whatever you’d like.”