11. Asher #2
How do you describe the moment of getting something you never knew was possible to want?
If I’d lived my whole life without ever seeing the color green, not knowing it existed, and someone put me in the middle of a windswept meadow on a bright summer day, it would come close to this feeling.
It wasn’t only the kiss, which he had given me once before, but the burden of responsibility that he took off my shoulders and onto his.
My muscles relaxed and my body accepted him in all the right ways.
The tension I had lived with since the day we had met — the very tension I had accepted as a constant and irreplaceable part of me — was gone.
It lifted from me, it left my taut muscles, and it allowed me to take in a lungful of air.
How I kissed him after that. How I freed my lips to explore his and how I let my tongue tease the tip of his. Every thought of the wrongness of this act had faded into the distance of my consciousness.
As though we had kept the lid on this boiling pot for too long — and you could argue that we had done so for years — the lust that welled in me was explosive.
And so was his. Once he had taken the burden from me, he took my ability to feel regrets.
If there was anything to regret, I wasn’t capable of identifying it.
Instead, my movements sped up. In the heat of the moment, I wanted to claw him with my fingernails, to mark his back under my fingers, and to bite him until he lifted me and threw me onto his bed, then showed me what true dominance and strength looked like.
Jordan undid the remaining buttons on my shirt in haste.
If he was exercising any self-control, it was invisible to my senses.
Instead, he yanked my shirt out of my shorts and then dragged it over my round shoulders.
He pulled me in when my shirt fell to the floor and our torsos pressed together once again, exchanging heat for a long time while he kissed me savagely.
Just as abruptly, he pushed me away. I knew a moment of panic.
He had changed his mind. I won’t survive it, I wanted to snap, but his heated face and glassy eyes were directed at me.
He wasn’t pulling away but taking me in.
His gaze was hungry. He dragged it all over my body.
“You’ve no idea how many times I watched you from a distance,” he purred in a low, quiet voice for my ears only.
“I didn’t know,” I said. It was a breathless huff.
“I made sure you didn’t,” he said. “But I watched you, Ash. I watched you undress in the locker room and I watched you sunbathe on the pier. And always, always I knew I had to look away.”
“Why?” Pointless question. We both knew why.
He stepped toward me again, gaze licking me from my belly button all the way to my eyes. “If I looked for too long, I wouldn’t know how to stop myself. I wouldn’t know how to resist you.”
I opened my mouth to tell him he didn’t need to stop himself anymore, but he already knew.
“Be a good boy and take these off,” he said, his finger hooking inside my knee-length denim shorts. “I want to watch.”
Every breath he drew excited me. Every word he said turned me on more than I knew was possible.
And when he stepped back, pulling his lower lip between his teeth, I didn’t hesitate another instant.
I undid the button and pulled down the zipper, then dragged the coarse shorts down my legs and stepped out of them.
When I straightened, my dick throbbed with its first taste of freedom.
The denim had been so tight and rough, keeping me trapped in an uncomfortable position, so that even with the cotton fabric of my pink boxer briefs stretching over me it felt like I wore nothing.
“What do you want me to do?” I whispered, my cheeks glowing with heat.
I desperately wanted to appear brave and cool, but I was a trembling mess, and I couldn’t hide it.
Jordan looked like a starving man who was just asked what he wanted to eat.
He composed himself and said a single word.
“Everything.” It dropped heavy between us and I stepped toward him.
My left arm stretched out and my hand reached for his bulge.
His red swimming shorts were dry and clean, not the same as he had worn today, but he hadn’t bothered putting any underwear on.
Instead, his dick bulged massively from the middle to his right hip, and it stiffened under my hand when I touched him.
His big, hard muscles tensed as I dragged my hand down his length and lowered it to feel his balls. They were heavy and warm even through his shorts.
“Get down on your knees, Ash,” he whispered against my ear, his torso pressing hard against mine.
He kissed my cheek as I obeyed and lowered myself, dragging my face hard against his chest and stomach until it was level with his crotch.
“I want to see your lips around my cock,” he purred.
“I want my dick in your sexy mouth, Ash. I want to feel your throat close around it.”
My throat closed at his words already. My heart pounded against my ribcage as I tugged his shorts down.
“Easy,” he said after sucking air between his teeth. He stuck a thumb inside his shorts and lifted the waistband off his cock.
I thought my heart would explode. I thought I would collapse and faint with the excitement that was going off inside of me.
This was real. It was here and now and so much better than any crazy fantasy I had lived with for years.
It was worth every pull in this tug-of-war we’d played and every delay that had come our way.
I dragged his shorts off, revealing his incredibly hard length.
After a year of carefully dressing and undressing away from me in the locker room, I finally saw him.
And I saw him in all his glory. He was as big and as thick as I had dreamed.
The head was swollen and gleaming with precum.
A sizable vein ran along the center of his dick as it curved right.
The happy trail that started under his belly button led to a fine, cropped bush around the base of his thickness, and his smooth balls hung heavy between his legs.
My mouth watered just from looking at it.
As I lifted my gaze along the ridges between his abs and the round, hard pecks of his chest, Jordan put a big hand on my face. Our gazes met and my mouth opened wide for him.
“Just like that,” he urged me. “Let me see how you suck a cock, Ash.”
A shiver ran down my spine and my dick pulsed at his words. I opened my mouth wider, and he took his cock by the base, a whole fist closing around it and leaving well over a half for me to taste.
“And don’t make a sound,” he reminded me in the lowest, sexiest whisper just as his precum-dripping cock touched the tip of my tongue. The flavor caused something to explode inside of me. A blast of heat spread through all parts of my body as the sweet and salty drops touched my tongue.
I loosened my throat and leaned forward, looking at him just the same, my eyes innocent and pleading. As he inserted himself deeper, I stopped breathing. It was an instinct and I got over it after a few heartbeats. Inhaling through my nose, I savored the scent of his musk mixed with his body wash.
Though my palms were slick and my fingers trembled with excitement, I made sure my lips folded over my teeth for his comfort and my tongue pressed gently against the underside of his dick. As I sealed my lips around him, sucking the air out of my mouth, his face contorted in pure pleasure.
My right hand was on his upper leg, but my left moved to feel my aching dick over my underwear. Jordan sucked his teeth twice and I was shocked at how quickly my hand snapped away from my dick. “That’s mine,” he reminded me in a dark voice. “No touching until I say so.”
If he could be any sexier, that did it. My mind spun as I leaned in, taking him deeper into my mouth and feeling his fist move gently to my lips, then drag back to the base.
He reached to my throat before removing his hand and putting both on each side of my face.
A shiny layer of perspiration covered him.
He rose to his toes and I spread my knees a little more, bending forward, lifting my head to give him an excruciating angle.
He fucked my throat from above, whispering profanities for my ears only.
“Such a sexy mouth for fucking,” he stated.
I lusted after him more than I had lusted for anyone in my life. More than on the long, hot summer nights when desire kept me awake and sweating as I stroked myself for some slice of relief I could afford. This was real. This was my Jordan in all the ways that mattered.
His fingers twined on the back of my head and he rammed into my throat until I gagged and tears brimmed in my eyes.
Down the left side of my face, one trickled, and Jordan brushed it away with his thumb, keeping his dick lodged deep in my throat.
A panic sound cracked from my throat and he pulled himself out almost all the way.
I breathed through my nose, my lips sealing around the tip of his cock, saliva slick on my chin.
I sucked him for his pleasure and mine, tasting him and feeling all of him with my tongue.
I memorized what he tasted like and what he felt like.
I knew how big he was in my mouth and how deep he could go.
He ran his hands through my hair, swinging on his hips to penetrate my throat at a steady pace.
“Just like that,” he whispered. “So talented. Such a beautiful cocksucker.” There was no mistaking the praise in his words.
What surprised me was how deeply I had craved to hear those words and never knew until he said them.
I was eager to prove myself. I knew how to make him happy. I knew where to circle with the tip of my tongue to make him breathless and how hard to suck to make him throb.