Chapter 14
This random Sunday in early December became something monumental. The people who knew about my two biggest secrets doubled, becoming two, and it wasn’t as hard as I thought it’d be. Sure, I might have almost fainted when I came out to Asher, but we just clicked stupidly easy.
I wasn’t a thirty-four-year-old professional, and he wasn’t a nineteen-year-old college student. We were just two guys. Asher made me comfortable in ways I’d never known before. He got me to open up about things that had seemed too daunting to try before.
Chemistry.
I hoped he felt it too.
“So, yeah. I guess that’s my two deepest secrets out in the open now.”
Asher licked his lips, nearly shaking with a shocked expression. “I won’t … I wouldn’t … Shit.”
“What?”
“God, I’m an idiot. I wanted to say I wouldn’t out you, but my friends. I’ve told them some stuff. I mean, like, not all of it, but what happened at that club. I, uh …” Asher lowered his chin, cheeks turning bright red. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
I sighed and sat back to think for a moment. It wasn’t as if I was worried his friends would ever have any reason to associate with my family or their social circles. Perhaps his cousin, but I couldn’t blame Asher for confiding in his friends when I wouldn’t. We weren’t the same people.
“I won’t ever say anything if we cross paths at one of those events. Savannah won’t either. None of my friends or family would. They aren’t like that.”
I waved his concern away. “It’s done. I trust you, Asher. I have to, I suppose, but I would anyway.” I tipped my head and grinned to ease the moment. “You’ve been nothing but a gentleman with me in public.”
His lips twitched. Was he thinking of that private moment in the club? Then he blinked. “Wait. You’re not mad?”
“No.”
“I lied to you. I led you on as a girl and told people about it.”
“I lied to you too, didn’t I?”
Asher stared again and then snickered. “Is this one of those rare occasions of two wrongs makes a right?”
I grinned, liking his way of thinking. “It can be. Are you gay?” I huffed and dropped my head back. “Not to sound like a child, but I like you. Are you into guys? Do you feel something between us?” If I’d thought I couldn’t be any more vulnerable after admitting I was a virgin and gay, I was wrong.
Asher shrugged. “I claim gay, but I’m not sure. I like what I like and try not to think about it too hard. I’ve never really had a chance to explore.”
My turn to blink and stare. He’d said he was a virgin when he was Ashley, so I supposed that answered how much he’d been true, even under false pretenses.
“So where do we go from here? You’re not out. Were you just clearing the air since we keep running into each other?”
I grabbed his hand, slowly, so he could stop me if he wanted to. “It could be more than that.”
“Like, date in secret?”
The horror of what I was asking settled in my gut like acid.
I dropped his hand and turned to face forward again, hating that I’d let my imagination get the better of me.
“You’re right. God, that was stupid. Forget I said anything.
” I started the car, not exactly telling him to get out but hoping he’d go easy on me and leave.
When he didn’t move, I said, “You’re young, in college, and there is no reason for you to hide your life like that.
There’s no reason for you to do what I did. ”
Asher leaned over the console and gripped my shoulder, instantly settling the jitters under my skin.
“No reason except that I like you too.”
I swallowed hard. “Y-you do?” I was so bombing this. Where was the confident man I knew? Asher had me shaking in my designer slacks, eager and sensitive.
“Yeah.” His lips quirked on one side. “My momma always said I never met a stranger. I can get along with almost anyone, but with you, it was different. I liked making you smile, and I tried hard to keep doing it.” He let go of my shoulder but only to trail his hand down my arm.
“I hated our date went so well ’cause I figured I was gonna ruin it when I told you the truth. ”
A sliver of hope wormed its way between my ribs.
“We connected, didn’t we?” I nodded, and he went on. “Even though both of us figured we were doomed for our own reasons, we found something, huh? Something worth coming clean for. Imagine how good it would be with no secrets between us, only the ones we keep from everyone else.”
I leaned closer and inhaled his crisp scent of soap and deodorant, no cologne, but it was perfect. “You’d do that?”
“I’d like to try. A thousand things can go wrong when two people start to date, right? I figure this could be one of those that could go right. I mean, we already know I’m a great kisser. That’s got to take away a huge chunk of those things.”
I smirked and moved my hand to his leg. “Yeah, you’re a good kisser.” Both of us kept inching closer. “How do you do this? How do you make everything seem possible and within reach?”
We’d gotten so close, Asher’s sweetened breath ghosted over my face as he whispered, “Talent.”
Then we met. Soft and lazily, we barely nibbled each other. The tips of our tongues lightly touched. He tasted of sugar and coffee. He tasted like mine, as if he had been all along, but only now could I confirm it.
“We’ll take it slow,” I breathed against him.
“Yeah.” He nodded quickly and placed his hand on the back of my neck. “So slow.”
He kissed me again, nothing slow or soft about it. With his hand holding me, commanding me, I gave in.
Weak, my father’s voice threatened in my mind, but the sound of my own moan drowned the word. I didn’t care. I didn’t care that this young man had my legs shaking and my cock weeping.
Asher licked my shivering lips. It was sloppy, but I loved it, wanted more of it. I opened to him, let him lead, and he took me.
“Fuck,” he whispered before taking me again.
He sinfully teased as much as he pleased me with his tongue. The hand at my neck remained, holding me steady as much as keeping me in place for his fun. And fuck me, he was having fun. He smiled, moving my mouth when his curled, licking behind my swollen lips.
At some point, he’d placed his other hand on my leg. He moved it higher, making me want to jump out of my skin or beg. I couldn’t decide.
“The way you tremble …” His hand reached my hip and gripped hard. “When you come,” he whispered. “You’re gorgeous falling apart, Luke.”
Asher trailed his fingertips over my lap to my straining erection. Jesus, who was this mastermind, this puppeteer holding my strings? If he wanted me to dance, I would. Plead for more? I so fucking would.
“Asher,” I hissed when he soothed his long fingers down my length. This wasn’t slow.
“I wanna make you come.” He gripped me, and I hummed to mask the whimper crawling up my throat. “I need it. I want it.”
“P-please,” I begged.
He fumbled with the clasp on my trousers, never ceasing the manipulation of my mouth, my good sense. I was about ready to help him when his warm palm smoothed over my cock.
“So hard for me,” he groaned. “Fuck, I wanna make you so wet, leave you a mess like last time.”
The whimper left me loud and proper.
Asher chuckled, all dark and evil. “You like that, huh?” He stroked slow and steady to the root, then whirled his fingers over my balls. “You like me taking the lead like this?”
I nodded. “Do you … Oh, fuck,” I breathed as he tugged on my sac.
“Do I like it?”
I nodded again. Safer. Words … Tricky things.
“Touch me, Luke. Find out how much I like this. How much I’m dying to watch you lose control.”
Could I? Did I dare? First, I had to release the death grip I had on his leg, but I managed. His muscles were trim and hard beneath my palm. The texture of the denim scraped my skin, focusing me, until my fingertips bumped the tip of his dick.
“Mmfph,” I whined.
Asher hissed, then grinned. “You’re killing me, baby.”
That word again. I closed my hand over him, and his hips bucked.
“See? Jesus Christ, you’ve got me so hard.”
Asher removed his hand, spat in it, then stroked me in earnest. My eyes rolled back. My breaths came short and quick. I curled and flexed my fingers as much as I could around his length, but nothing more.
“Ash—” I swallowed. “Asher, God. Don’t stop.”
“No fuckin’ way.”
“Yes. Make me come.” I clenched my ass with aborted thrusts of my hips.
“Fuck, yeah. Get into it, baby. Show me how much you want it.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. Let go, sweetheart. Make a mess.”
I opened my eyes. Asher had his chin lowered, so close but not kissing me, just licking his lips and watching me like his favorite porn.
His hand was a blur of motion. The puffs of his breath fell across my face. The colder morning was cloudy, giving us shadows and sanctuary inside my tinted windows. Here we sat, fully clothed, enough of me bare for him to use, like teenagers.
“Come, Luke. I want to taste you on my fingers. Use your jizz as lube as I get off watching you sit there with your dick out for me.”
“Fuck. Christ. Mmmm,” I let loose. His dirty mouth would get me every time. The waves crashed in, and I lost the battle for composure, moaning and lifting my hips with every spurt of come.
“Hell yeah. God, I love watching you come.”
Asher knew just when to quit. I didn’t have to curl away with oversensitivity.
Sanity returned. I had raised my shirt away from the mess at some point and sat panting, back against the door, dick cold and softening in my lap. Asher unbuttoned and unzipped with one hand and licked a strip of come from his other.
Holy shit, he meant what he said.
His cock popped free, and then he wiped what was left of my load on his tip and shaft. “Stay just like that, baby.” Asher lubed himself with a few steady strokes. “Prettiest cock I’ve ever seen,” he muttered, hand moving faster.