Shower

                                    

                                          
Asher
Watching Oliver finish off his grilled cheese, I couldn't help but stare at his mouth and what it had just done to me. 
I'd never felt an orgasm like that before. 
It was ... just ... I came hard. 
Fuck.
He led me to the edge and then pushed me over it, again and again. Until I couldn't think, couldn't breathe. 
He was ... perfect.
He glanced up at me from where he was sitting opposite me on the bed and offered me a smile. "You good?"
I nodded, still in awe of this guy. "Yeah. You?"
"Yeah." He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "That was good food." He pointed to the empty plate on the bed. 	
I took a sip of water and watched him again as he stretched his arms over his head, a gesture that his brother had done only hours before. He was still dressed, his blonde hair shining in the sunlight streaming through the window. 
"I need a shower." Standing up, he grabbed his plate and placed it on the desk. Looking back at me, he smirked. "Shower with me?"
He didn't need to ask twice. 
Jumping off the bed, I grabbed his waist as he giggled, spinning him around and pushing him towards the bathroom. 
"In a hurry?" Oliver laughed as I walked us into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind us. 
"In a hurry to get you naked, yes," I whispered into his ear. 
"At least you're honest." Oliver turned around and wrapped his arms around my neck, while I grabbed his waist. He pecked my lips then took a step back. Looking me up and down, his expression was filled with lust. He bit his bottom lip. "Just ... stand there."
Confused, I stood still. His hands ran from my shoulders, down my chest to my abdomen, landing to rest on the waistband of my pants. He looked down, watching his own hands unzip my pants and pull them down my legs. I stepped out of them. Oliver threw them to the side. 
Standing back up, he leaned forward to peck my lips one more. I went to wrap my arms around his waist again, but he grabbed my wrists and pushed my arms away. 
"Just stand there," he whispered. 	
Doing what I was told, I dropped my arms to my sides. Staring into my eyes, Oliver reached down and tugged at the hem of my t-shirt. 
Slowly, carefully, deliberately ... he pulled the material up my torso. He was taking his time, never taking his eyes away from mine. 
My skin was on fire where his hands brushed against my chest, my stomach. My breathing hitched. I felt my heart beating strongly, thumping against my ribs. My mouth was suddenly dry. 
Easing the shirt off of my head, he moved his hands to my chest, ran his fingers softly against my skin, teasing each nipple. His touch travelled down to my abdomen. I felt his fingers dip in between each ab purposely.
I was panting. 
My boxers were growing tight. 
I couldn't .. speak. 
Words were ... gone.
Oliver leaned down to place a kiss on my chest, then on my stomach, and another just above my navel. 
While on his knees, he pushed my boxers down and I stepped out of them. I watched as he stared at my cock, licking his lips.
Was he wanting to go down on me again?