Chapter 13

Ash

S oren drove us back to his condo in complete silence, leaving me alone to assume what was going on inside his head. Not taking off his sunglasses, he hardly even glanced my way. It was a good thing because I wasn't sure I could look him in the eyes with the amount of guilt eating me.

While driving, I considered if I should tell Rob I wouldn't come to work today. Yet, the tension in the car was so high that I was too uncomfortable to even pull out my phone, so I couldn't. I felt bad for bailing on my shift, but not nearly as bad as for lying to Soren.

After he parked his Ferrari, Soren got out first. I would have stayed in the car if it hadn't been for him waiting for me. But he did wait, so after taking a deep breath, I followed him out.

Entering his house, he locked the door behind us, then walked straight to his kitchen, where he pulled out a bottle of wine along with a glass and filled it up. Only that he didn't drink and, instead, finally took off his sunglasses.

"I can't believe that you lied about something like that." He pushed his fingers through his black hair, then placed both his hands on the marble island. "It's one thing to lie about you being a freshman, but a high school student?"

Soren had every right to be furious with me. In fact, I was shocked he'd brought me back to his place instead of breaking up with me in the parking lot, considering what I'd done.

Looking anywhere but at him, I held on to my bandaged wrist and applied just a little bit of pressure. "I planned on telling you."

"When?"

He sounded so angry, and I grabbed my wrist harder as guilt continued to bite me from the inside.

"I don't know."

Soren let out a deep sigh, and I made the mistake of looking up only to see the disappointment in his eyes. Shaking his head, he pulled something from his pocket and tossed it my way. I caught it in time, then looked down to see my wallet.

I didn't even notice it was missing.

"You forgot it here, and I wanted to bring it back to you, so I looked inside for your address and found your ID. Imagine my shock when I learned the guy I was dating had just turned eighteen."

The most awful taste filled my mouth as my throat burned with the tears I tried to hold back. I was somewhat of a people pleaser, and being put on the spot was tough. Even more so because it was Soren I'd disappointed.

"I'm sorry." It was weak and lame, but I had nothing else to say. There were no excuses for my lie. What did I even plan on doing? To lie to him until the end of time?

"You're sorry?" he snapped, and I jumped in my place. "Do you know that the age of consent in California is eighteen?"

With my eyes pinned on the floor, I bit my lips and shook my head.

"Of course you don't know since you're a kid." He let out a deep sigh. "If I had slept with you, I could have been charged with statutory rape, for God's sake."

My eyes shot to him immediately. "Rape?" I took a step closer. "No. Never. I-I want to be with you. It's nothing like that."

"It doesn't fucking matter, Ashton." He raised his voice, and I immediately stepped back.

Tears I tried to hold in were now welling in my eyes, and I could no longer fight them. Consent age? Statutory rape? What was he even talking about? All I did was lie about my age. I didn't stop to think about the consequences.

"I didn't know I was risking you… I just didn't want you to toss me away," I muttered between tears while cleaning my nose. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you." Sniff. "I just really liked being with you, Soren. That's… That's all."

Soren glanced my way, his stare hard, before he looked down at his wineglass, which he still hadn't drunk from, and tsked. A few seconds later, he moved from the kitchen and walked toward me, stopping close enough that I could smell his cologne. His eyes studied me carefully, and I shrank further into myself.

"I'm sorry for snapping like that, Ashton." He wiped away some of my tears. "Please don't cry… I'm just really mad right now."

I sniffed, still not looking him in the eyes. "I-I'm sorry."

"My logic is telling me to break up with you, as I don't appreciate being lied to."

I probably looked as pathetic as I felt, with hot cheeks, sticky tears, and a snotty nose.

"But I won't do that," he suddenly said, and my eyes widened.

"W-What?"

Soren cupped my cheeks in one hand and made me face him.

"You are eighteen now, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes."

"And you want to be with me. Right?"

I nodded.

"Speak up."

Swallowing hard, I cleared my throat. "I do. I do want to be with you, Soren."

He tilted his head, his silver eyes fixed on me. I loved his eyes, but something in them made him look so… lonely .

"Never in your life are you to lie to me again." His voice was firm and unwavering. "I can put up with almost anything but not lies, Ashton."

Shocked he was willing to forgive me in the first place, I nodded eagerly.

"I won't." I leaned toward him. "I will never lie to you again. I promise." In fact, I'd do anything to make him like me again.

Moving his free hand to my lower back, he pulled me until I was pressed to him. His lips curved into a small smile.

"That's a good boy."

I couldn't dive deeper into what those two little words did to me because Soren's mouth was already on me, drinking up my gasps and moans as he kissed me like he never had before. A minute ago, I was sure he'd break up with me, and now, I was in his arms while his hungry tongue explored my willing mouth. His hands held on to me, desperately trying to keep me close. With both his hands around my waist, he lifted me, and I quickly wrapped my legs around him as he walked back to the couch, where he sat down with me on top.

Slipping one hand underneath my shirt, he moved it over my skin before making me lose the top.

"O-Oh," I gasped once his teeth grazed my nipple, then moaned when he closed his lips around it and sucked me softly. He continued to use his mouth around my nipples, switching up between them, while he slid his hand down my lower back and into my sweats, his fingers caressing the waistband of my boxer briefs.

My dick throbbed, and eager to feel more, I moved my hips and rubbed against him. The pressure felt so good, and I ached to feel more.

A low chuckle that made my cock leak erupted from Soren, and I blinked my eyes open to look at him.

"I love how eager you are, little Sparrow," he drawled in my ear, then lifted my body so I'd be properly seated on him with my legs on each side of his thighs. His erection pressed hard against my ass while my body burned with impatience.

Latching on to him, I hugged my arms around his shoulders and tried to kiss him, but I bit his lip by mistake. He winced, moving a hand over his mouth.

Embarrassed, I pulled back.

"Come here." Cupping the back of my neck, he clashed our mouths together and began leading me through the kiss. The taste of blood didn't stop me from kissing him back. It started slow as we softly exchanged angles and tasted each other before he pushed his tongue in and curled it around mine, then pulled back and allowed me to do the same. As I thrust into his mouth, Soren slid his hand to my waist and began moving my body. Understanding what he wanted of me, I started rolling my hips on my own at a pace that matched the heated kiss.

The only thing standing in my way was our clothes, but not even that seemed to matter as I continued to rut against his hot body.

"Oh my God," I gasped when Soren reached between us and cupped my dick over my pants. Squeezing me tight, I groaned, closing my eyes and moaning even harder when he slipped his hand into my pants to grab me. It was the first time I had been touched, actually touched, and it was the best thing to have ever happened to me.

Leaning my head in the crook of his neck, I breathed him in, allowing the sensation of his hand to take over. Up and down, he moved his fist along my shaft. The touch of his cold skin over my hot dick was like no other, and I wished to make him feel just as good.

"I want to touch you, too," I half moaned before daring to look him in the eyes. His expression was one of pure lust as hunger burned behind his silver irises, turning them into deep gray.

Letting go of my cock, he grabbed my hand and placed it over his erection. "Then do it."

I didn't stop to think before I unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down his boxer briefs. A gasp left my mouth once his cock sprang free and bobbed until it rested between us. Bigger than me, his cut dick was perfect. Long and thick, just like in my pornos, with mouthwatering veins and a beautiful pink head.

I licked my lips, hungrily imagining the day his cock would fill me up, then wrapped my trembling fingers around his girth. My breath caught at the touch of his warm flesh, and I bit my lips to hush a moan.

"Now, stroke me the way you stroke yourself," he said, kissing the shell of my ear.

Doing as I was told, I began moving my hand up and down his length, going a bit slower around the tip because that was where I liked it most. The way Soren's breath caught boosted me with confidence, and I increased my pace.

"Spit in your hand, then use it as lube," he said, and my eyes shot to his.

"What?"

"Do as I say."

Spitting into my palm, I then brought it back to his cock.

"Good boy."

Holy shit. This is hot .

Spreading my saliva over his thick length, I went back to stroking him, the friction feeling better. And when I thought this moment couldn't get any better, Soren replaced my hand with his as he took both our dicks in his big palm and started jerking us off together.

Unable to stop, I moved faster, thrusting into his hand while rubbing against his dick almost desperately in search of relief.

I wanted to come. I wanted to come so bad that my whole body was pounding. And before I knew it, I did. My balls tightened, and my hips lost their rhythm. A second later, my cock twitched, and I spilled into his fist, coating his hand and dick with my release.

Using my own cum, Soren continued to jerk himself off until he came, too. Sending his head backward, he silenced a low groan by biting his bottom lip. The veins in his thick neck popped, and his hips jerked forward while he came into his fist, his cum dripping from between his fingers, mixing with mine and dribbling all over my softening cock.

I fucking love sex.

"You're so hot," I groaned, looking up from his spent cock to his hooded eyes, still unable to believe what we had just done.

Using his other hand, Soren grabbed my neck and clashed our mouths together, taking my breath away with a kiss so passionate my toes curled.

"Not nearly as much as you, little Sparrow."

That damn nickname again. Just like the first time he called me that, my skin erupted with fucking goose bumps.

Soren let go of me, then looked between us. "Let's shower."

Somehow, after crying from guilt and fear of being dumped, I found myself exhausted in his warm embrace after he made me come like never before. It was the most peaceful moment I had ever known, one I'd cherish forever.