Chapter 16

Ash

"W hat was so important that it couldn't wait until tomorrow?" Soren asked and walked into his house, leaving me to close the door behind us.

It had been a week since the incident with Kai, a week of getting the coldest shoulder from Soren. We didn't meet, and on the few times we spoke on the phone, Soren was indifferent, keeping the conversation short and cold.

All of that and more scared me, and with each passing day, my guilt from the first night had only grown until it was too much to bear. I couldn't sleep properly or concentrate on school or work, and even surfing didn't help. My need for him burned in my throat, and I was so desperate for his attention that nothing else seemed to matter.

So tonight, after a week of being a hopeless case, I decided I couldn't stomach it anymore and came to see him. I needed Soren like I needed my next breath, and knowing I'd made him mad nearly killed me with fear. What if he broke up with me? What would I do then?

"I missed you," I said after following him into the kitchen.

He didn't respond and instead poured himself a glass of wine.

"Didn't we agree to meet tomorrow?" His eyes were glued to the few drops of wine that dripped over the marble while he filled his glass. I expected him to clean it right away, but he didn't.

"We did, but I missed you too much to wait." I moved to get closer to him, but he grabbed his glass and walked away.

Rejected, I stopped for a moment. Was there even a point in me being here tonight? Pushing the thought away, I followed him into his bedroom. I was ready to apologize for how things went on that night when I reached the room and saw the floor was filled with his photos. The mess took me aback because in the months I'd known Soren, not once had I seen something so out of place.

"Why did you take them off?" I asked while looking at the naked wall.

Holding two frames, Soren studied the images carefully. "They were too spaced from each other, and the order made no sense." He lowered the photos and then picked up a different pair. "Anyway, as you can see, I'm busy. So if you can let yourself out, it would be wonderful."

Being dismissed hurt, but I wasn't willing to let it stop me.

"I know you're mad, and I'm here to apologize," I said despite him not looking at me.

"I'm not mad." He was now studying a picture of a bird. "I simply have no interest in being involved in some trashy teen drama." He put the photo back on the floor and then picked up a new one. But before he could examine it in detail, I grabbed his wrist. He paused and looked at me with wide eyes. It was unlike me to be this bold, but I couldn't let him slip from between my fingers. I had to make him look at me. Now that he had, I spoke.

"I know. That's why I'm here, to apologize and to promise you it won't happen again."

He narrowed his brows at me, his expression skeptical. "Why should I believe you?"

I let go of his wrist but moved closer, careful not to step on any photo while doing so. "Because… because I love you, Soren."

I realized I loved him this week when I couldn't bear to be away from him. And while I hoped my confession would shift something inside of him, it didn't, and he remained looking at me with cold eyes.

"But you love him, too, don't you?"

Kai.

Stunned at his words, I didn't know what to say. Soren confused my lack of response for an answer and quickly brushed my hand off before taking a step back.

"I know I sound like a pitiful man, but I refuse to be someone's second choice," he said, not meeting my eyes. "Now, then, I'd appreciate it if you'd go."

My heart sank with the thought of leaving and never seeing Soren again.

"But you're not. You're my first choice, Soren, my only choice. I don't love him, not anymore."

He glanced at me. "So why did you stay with him that night? Why didn't you come back home with me?"

Home .

The way he referred to his condo as our home was a direct dart to the heart.

"He needed me, so I stayed."

Soren placed his hands on his hips and diverted his look away before returning his eyes to me. "I needed you, too, but he was more important than me. Wasn't he?"

Until now, I didn't realize Soren needed me. I mean, why would he? He was perfect while I was just a messy kid, or so I thought. For the first time, I saw a hint of a different side to him, one that was far from perfect and composed. A pitiful man, like he said, who was scared to be left alone. Truth was, I loved this side even more because I could relate to his depression.

"Will you stop meeting him?" he then asked.

"Would it help you trust me?"

He averted his look and took a moment to think before nodding. "Yes."

It was a big request. "You know, we're not even friends anymore."

"It doesn't matter." He cut into my words. "Will you not see him again?" Holding my stare, Soren's silver eyes pierced into me.

He seemed so off-balance. Whether it was his clothes that weren't as neat as always, the shreds of hair that fell over his brows, or the photos he'd taken off his wall. He was clearly hurt, and his pain was like a love confession to me. The fact he loved me so much that me not coming home with him had led him to this—it was worrying, but I was just as desperate for him, and knowing we were equals felt good.

I held my fist close to my body and exhaled slowly before looking at him with a straight face. "If that's what you want, then yes. I won't see him ever again." Kai was in the beginning of his recovery anyway. "I'll do anything you ask me to." If letting go of Kai would bring Soren back to me, I was willing to do that. "I'd do anything, Soren."

Finally, Soren seemed to be pleased with me as a slight smile pulled on his lips.

He crossed the room, stopping before me. "Do you mean it?"

I nodded, and his smile grew.

He hooked his finger under my chin and forced it up. "We're going to have sex tonight."

My breath caught.

"W-What?" I gasped at the sudden switch in his demeanor.

"I want to own you completely, little Sparrow." He caressed his thumb along my jawline. "But first, you'll need to clean up for me."

A shiver ran down my spine as my heart picked up. I knew what he was referring to because he'd taught me everything I needed to know about preparation, from how to wash myself down there to lubricating and using my fingers to open up. So far, I'd practiced it alone and prepared myself at home before coming to see him. But now—

"I-I'll do it in the guest bathroom, then." My cheeks burned up. "You can wait. It won't take long."

"No." His hand slid to my hip, and he kept me close. "You're going to do it in front of me."

I was struck with unbelievable heat as embarrassment took over every inch of my body. "No." I placed my hands flat on his chest, feeling his heartbeat underneath my touch. "I can't. There's no way you can watch me while I—"

"Why?" He tilted his head aside, his look serious. "Is there anything you're willing to hide from me?"

"No, but it's embarrassing," I blurted out awkwardly, then tried to step back, but he didn't allow it.

"There's nothing embarrassing about it, little Sparrow."

I love it when he calls me that.

"So get rid of your clothes and wait for me naked in the shower."

At first, the situation was incredibly awkward. The water sliding down my body did nothing to wash away the humiliation of being watched while I used the enema he gave me. But as Soren began telling me how well I was doing and how hot I looked, my embarrassment melted into the familiar pleasure that only came from being his good boy, and I yearned for his attention. Knowing his eyes were entirely focused on me as I did a good job filled me with the pride that I thrived on. So much so that once I was done, I almost felt sorry it had ended.

"You're so precious, my little Sparrow." He kissed my shoulder while drying me with a towel. "The most precious little bird."

Feeling almost drunk, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against him, my wet body soaking his clothes. Not minding it, Soren slid his hands down my naked skin until he reached my hard cock.

"I love how smooth you always are." He wrapped his fingers around the base of my dick while slipping his other hand between my ass cheeks.

I let out a soft moan. "It's because of swimming." Since I was on the swim team, I had to wax my body. I used to feel weird about not having hair, but it no longer bothered me after learning how much Soren loved it during our first few times together.

"Always keep it this way." He planted another kiss on my neck as he began moving his fist in slow strokes that put me on edge. "Next time, I can even help you shave."

The idea appealed to me, and I moaned at the image of him praising me for that.

"Yeah," I panted, trying to stay focused despite his fist that kept squeezing my throbbing length, using my precum to ease the friction. "Please, do."

"Such a good boy," he whispered in the shell of my ear, his words covering my skin with goose bumps, then swept me off my feet and walked us to his bed.

The sheets were cold at first touch, and my back arched, but Soren's hands, which by now I was used to their temperature, slipped underneath my body and warmed me up quickly. On instinct, I spread my legs and made room for him as he lowered himself down, his clothes pressed to my naked skin.

We kissed for a while until he paused. "Hold on," he whispered over my lips, then straightened up and began unbuttoning his shirt.

My mouth watered with each button undone, revealing more of his perfect body. I would never get used to Soren's ripped muscles, sculpted abs, and pecs. He was what my wet dreams were made from.

As he reached his pants, he stopped, his eyes locked with mine.

"Undo me," he ordered, and my skin burned under his command.

He sat on the bed with his legs spread apart, leaning back on one arm for support.

Wanting to please him, I moved to my knees and, with eager fingers, unzipped his pants. His hard dick stretched the fabric of his trousers, and I licked my lips while slowly undoing them until his black boxers came to view. I then moved my eyes away from the outline of his hard cock and met his hungry stare, waiting for his approval like it was my next breath. Once it was granted, I lowered my head to level down with his groin and pulled down the waistband of his boxers using my teeth. I know he loves it when I do that . His dick sprang free, almost hitting my face as it bounced before settling down. Long, thick, with a pink head and a pearl of precum, Soren's cock was as perfect as the rest of him. With the need to feel his weight on my tongue, I parted my lips before wrapping them around his girth. Closing my eyes, I attempted to take him the deepest my throat allowed before pulling back and doing it again until tears welled in my burning eyes.

"You have such a talented mouth, Ashton," he rasped, voice heavy, while stroking my cheek. His sweet words were comforting, as was his hand that softly moved through my hair, and my body ached to continue and be admired by him.

I flicked my tongue over the crown of his cock and savored the bitter taste of his precum before taking him in again. I groaned around his thick length when he grabbed my hair and pushed my head down until my nose grazed his trimmed pubes. For a couple of seconds, I couldn't breathe, but soon, he let go, took his cock out, and got up from the bed.

"On your back," he said while taking off his pants.

I quickly did as I was told.

"Good boy." He smirked, grabbed my leg, then flipped me to my stomach and pulled me toward him. The flick of his tongue over my rim caused me to gasp, and the surprise made me jerk back against him.

"Easy there, Ashton, or you'll break my nose," he chuckled.

"S-Sorry," I panted and laid my head back on the pillow. Only once I settled did he continue and push his tongue into my greedy hole. It was the first time he had ever done this to me. I'd seen many pornos with rimming, but nothing could ever come close to this moment where Soren's tongue was spreading me open. And when I thought it couldn't get any better than that, he added a finger, then another, and by the time he had three fingers in, I couldn't wait any longer.

"P-Please," I cried with a tight breath. My whole body hurt with need.

"Please, what?"

I swallowed hard so I could speak. "I need you inside of me."

"I am inside of you." He shoved his fingers deeper, grazing my prostate on the way.

"That's not what I meant," I cried with pleasure, my lips wet from my own spit.

"So what did you mean?" He pulled out, and then the bed shifted behind me.

"You know what I mean." My face burned with my embarrassment.

"I want to hear you say it loud and clear."

Gathering all the dignity I had left, I glanced at him over my shoulder. Our eyes met, and the lust I saw burning behind his silver irises gave me the confidence I lacked. "Your cock. I want your cock inside of me."

Soren's lips pulled into the sexiest smile I had ever seen, and the next thing I knew, he'd positioned himself behind me. With one hand hooked underneath my hip, he pulled me closer until my ass was pressed against his dick. Then, he placed his other hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me down.

He reached for the bedside table to take out a bottle of lube. He didn't pick condoms since we never used them—Soren hated them. That was why we'd both got tested early on.

"S-Soren, wait," I gasped when the cold lube touched my skin. My heart rate increased, and my panic rose with knowing what was about to happen. What if, like the last time, it would hurt? What would I do then?

"Don't worry, Ashton." He kissed my shoulder, his fingers spreading the lube over my hole. "I'll take care of you."

"But—"

My words were cut short once I felt the head of his cock at my entrance, and when he pushed in, I gasped. The pressure was nowhere near having his fingers, and I was scared it wouldn't work, but then he pushed a bit more, and his dick slid deeper into me.

"You're so tight," Soren hissed from behind me, the pleasure in his voice going straight to my cock. He then pushed forward, his dick going in deeper while rubbing my prostate. I moaned loudly, so he repeated the action, pulling all the way out only to plunge in again, and again, and again.

With my face shoved into the pillow, I fisted the sheets and arched my back, trying to hold back from moaning so loud. My cock throbbed between my thighs, so I grabbed it and began rubbing myself with the same rhythm Soren was drilling into me. Between having him pound me from behind and stroking my aching length, I wasn't sure I'd last long. But then, Soren pulled out and flipped me to my back before thrusting into me again.

With my legs pressed to my chest, I was almost folded in half underneath his strong body.

"You're so warm inside," Soren whispered over my lips before he took my mouth in a heated kiss, slipping his tongue inside while rolling his hips, his balls slapping against my ass as he slammed into me harder.

His sweat mixed with my own, his groans tangled with my moans while his body pressed against mine, almost like we melted into each other. My heart and chest were so full, and I couldn't tell what I was feeling. Pleasure, happiness, neediness, desperation, everything combined into a mix of emotions.

"S-Soren, I'm close," I cried his name as my arousal grew unbearable and my balls drew tight.

"Yes, little Sparrow, come for me," he breathed into my mouth, then took my cock in his hand and started rubbing me off. All it took were two shallow strokes, and I came. A hot pulse of cum coated his tight fists while I continued to come the hardest I ever had. My entire body trembled underneath him for a second before he came inside me, filling my ass with his hot release. Long waves of pleasure overtook me, almost like a spiritual experience, until it came to a slow stop.

It was incredible.

Soren's body then collapsed on top of me, his arms holding me in a tight embrace while his drained cock was still inside my used hole. His weight, sweat, and scent bound me to him in ways I never knew could be possible. I felt so incredibly lucky and happy that only one thing came to my mind.

"I love you." I whispered those three words in his ear, sliding my hands around his body. "I love you, Soren."

He rose up so our eyes met, a small smile on his lips. "I love you, too, Ashton." He ducked his head down, his mouth taking mine in a slow kiss. I groaned, then wrapped my legs around him, not minding the cum that smeared between us as we proceeded to make out. I was so unbelievably happy that I was willing to do anything to keep feeling this way.