Crush

Gay

OLIVER

Asher had been so angry back at the diner. It had been rolling off him in waves, the tension in his shoulders had stiffened his frame and his hands had been balled into fists. I thought he was going to hit Nick at one point.

Then, he'd stayed silent on the drive to my house. I had seen his white knuckles gripping the steering wheel, could almost feel his heart hammering in his chest in the tense atmosphere, could hear his breathing heavy.

He'd been pissed. Really pissed. Beyond pissed.

But now ....

His lips were soft, warm and moving against mine perfectly. My eyes fluttered closed. One of his hands brushed through my hair again, while the other cupped my cheek gently.

This was just .... Wow.

Perfect.

I gripped his knees tighter as warmth flooded my body. My legs shook and my heart raced wildly. Asher was being so gentle, taking his time, not a speck of anger left in him.

I leaned forward and pressed my body against his legs, moving my hands from his knees to his biceps, holding on to them, feeling them flex under my fingertips as I kissed him. Firm, tight muscles. A groan tried to bubble up my throat, but I swallowed it, determined not to fuck this up.

His tongue flicked out and licked teasingly along my bottom lip. The sensation pulled another moan, and I was powerless to stop the noise this time.

So good.

Seeing his chance, Asher slid tongue into my open mouth and along my own tongue, sending a shiver along my spine. His hands moved to cup my jaw, his thumbs rubbing softly along my cheeks. His arms flexed tighter under my fingers. I gripped onto him harder to anchor myself to him.

Reality was sinking in, slowly, softly ...

I was kissing Asher Williams. Not just a little peck like before. A proper kiss. An actual proper kiss.

What the ....

His tongue continued with its assault on my mouth, exploring all of it, sliding expertly along, leaving nothing untouched. He was good at this.

Goosebumps rushed across my skin and my mind slowly hazed over, turning thoughts into cotton wool. He moaned softly, the sound caught in my mouth and shuddered through my body, hitting my groin.

Fuck.

It turned me on. He turned me on. My skin was lit on fire as his tongue movement became more urgent. My breathing had stopped and my heart was hammering loudly. There was a rushing sound in my ears and a tingling sensation along my spine.

Asher gripped my jaw firmly, holding my head in his hands, moving me where he wanted me, as his lips moved fervently. I moaned into his mouth. I didn't want this to stop.

Because if it did and I woke up to find out this had all been a dream ....

Asher pulled away so that we could both catch our breath. Breathing heavy as he pressed his forehead against mine, he peered intently into my eyes and smiled.

Wow.

That was ....

Fucking wow.

I blinked a couple of times to bring myself back to the present, my head still hazy, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

"Um ... I ... uh ..."

Words. I needed to use words to speak.

Asher chuckled. "That good?"