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I swallowed fearfully. “I want you. I’ve wanted you. For the longest time, Asher.”
He moved his hips to check how true my words were, I was sure. He bit his lip briefly when he felt how hard I was.
“I didn’t know you were…”
“I never told you,” I admitted, my heart leaping in my chest. “I was afraid to say. Afraid you wouldn’t…”
“Jordan, are you gay?” He tightened his hold on my arms, his heated body pressing hard against mine. It was like he didn’t want to separate from me, but he couldn’t believe my words either.
“Bi,” I explained, wondering why we weren’t kissing.
“And you were into me?” His voice thinned and grew higher at that.
I nodded. “For longer than you can imagine.” I wanted to lean in. I wanted to open my mouth and taste him again. I wanted to be done with explaining and busy kissing him. I had waited for so long.
“All this time…” His whisper carried a note of bitterness, but it was drowned under the squeaky excitement and surprise that was still on his face. “Jordan.”
I licked my lips. “I want to kiss you, Ash.” I leaned in and waited for him to close the distance between us. And he did, albeit carefully. Everything faded away. I kissed him harder still, our tongues battling and exploring each other’s mouths. The action grew quicker and hotter with each passing moment. And so did my needs. Kissing him wasn’t enough anymore. I needed to touch him. To feel all of him. I needed to cradle him and cuddle him, to carry him in my arms, and to pin him to the ground.
I grabbed his hips and pressed his crotch against mine so hard that he moaned into my mouth. “Yes,” he hissed a moment later. He bit my lip and pulled his head back, then slammed our faces together again.
We made out harder and faster, impatience growing in us both equally. If he wanted half the things I did, this summer wouldn’t be long enough to do them.
My hands were busy exploring his body as we slowly moved toward the house. In a few steps, we were on the terrace, and I was pushing Asher toward the wall. His bare back pressed against it and my hands crossed his muscled torso. I felt all the curves and ridges of his muscles, water running to my mouth with the need to lick him.
Asher threw his arms around my neck and hopped up, his legs coiling around my waist. He was lighter than I’d expected. And when I pressed him against the wall again, his big, peachy ass settled on my crotch. He was exactly where I had wanted him all along. He was where I had dreamed of having him.
“Are you sure?” Asher whispered.
I panted between our kisses, then murmured, “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.”
That triggered something wild inside of him. He kissed me ferociously. My lips, my cheeks, my chin. He kissed and licked and sucked, grinding his body against mine like he had been starved for my touch and was just served a buffet. His moans grew just as my panting quickened.
Asher threw his head back and I kissed the length of his neck. I licked his Adam’s apple and reached as low as his collarbones.
“Fuck,” he cried. “Don’t stop.”
Every dream of mine was coming true. I saw myself carrying him upstairs, throwing him on my bed, and submitting him to an entire night of pleasure.
I couldn’t remember ever being this happy.
I didn’t know what happened first. At the moment, it almost felt like Asher pushed me harshly back and fell on his feet before anything else. But that couldn’t have been right. The music must have been cut off first. How else would he have known to push me?
The whole world spun and shattered. A black vignette narrowed my vision. I stumbled back as Asher whispered a curse. My heart thrashed in my chest.
“Boys?” Eileen called.
I hadn’t heard a thing. Not the car. Not the door. I hadn’t listened. My senses had been focused on Asher in every way that I hadn’t even considered this.
“Are you upstairs?” she asked.
“We’re here,” Asher said in a shaky, rough voice. He kept his glassy gaze locked onto mine.
I was dazed. Not one thing made sense in my head.
We’d left the speaker in the living room to blast the music loud enough to hear outside. Of course, we couldn’t hear the door or Dad’s electric car. It was like we’d tried to get caught.
Asher broke our eye contact, realizing I was as useful as a dirty, wet towel. He crossed the terrace to grab his shirt, threw mine to me, and began buttoning himself up.
