Chapter 18

Ash

"I 'm sorry about today," I told Soren, who'd just parked my new car in his building's parking lot.

He took off his sunglasses and turned to me. "You did nothing wrong, Ashton. So don't apologize," he said, his attention split between me and the envelope I still held in my hands.

Realizing I was still holding on to it, I quickly tossed it over the dashboard.

"I don't care about this letter."

Soren tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, his lips set together in a hard line. "As I said, I don't care." After lingering a few more seconds, he sighed. "It's a good thing my parents couldn't make it today."

I rubbed the back of my head. "Y-Yeah. My mom is usually cooler, but I guess she was taken by surprise with the car and all."

"To say the least." He huffed. "And not to mention her language."

My brows pulled into a frown, and I looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"She was so vulgar, Ashton. I must admit she made me uncomfortable. Swearing and raising her voice in public?" His gray eyes studied me before he looked away and shook his head. "Not to mention her pick of clothing. Her dress was too short and see-through. Extremely inappropriate for her age."

It was her favorite dress. The one she always wore and loved because it reminded her of my father. But I didn't want to argue with Soren, especially if it made him uncomfortable. I didn't like what he'd just said, but maybe she'd hurt his feelings? Either way, I wasn't sure how to respond.

"She's actually not that old… She had me when she was young."

Soren's low chuckle filled the car before he put his hand on my thigh and squeezed me tightly. "You're precious, Ashton. Absolutely precious. Regardless of her age, she still should have behaved differently, considering the time and place. As an adult, she must know how to compose her emotions. We can't all just lash out in an argument like juveniles."

A lump formed in my throat, and my stomach flipped with worry.

"So you don't like my mom?"

"My emotions for her are irrelevant. But I expected her to be more decent. At the very least, she could have been thankful you're going to college, but instead, she spat all that emotional nonsense about chasing dreams."

"But aren't dreams important?" I asked while picking the skin around my nails.

"Don't do that." Soren placed his hand on mine, then nudged my chin so I'd look up. "Besides, I thought a future with me was your dream." A soft smile pulled on his lips. " Our dream."

Heat rushed to my cheeks as warmth filled my heart. For the last few weeks, all we'd been doing was planning our future. Soren had even mentioned moving to a different state at some point, and I wanted it. I wanted to be with him no matter what.

"It is." I nodded, and his smile grew wider until it reached his sharp eyes.

"Move in with me."

My heart stopped, and I stared at him with my mouth open.

"D-Do you really mean it?"

"Of course I do."

I never knew this happiness existed, and unable to form actual words, I pressed my lips together and nodded eagerly. Waking up next to Soren every morning, only to go to sleep with him every night, truly was a dream . A dream I didn't dare to hope for. I knew how important Soren's space was for him, and even though he'd welcomed me into his home many times before, this was different. Him asking me to share his space was beyond imaginable.

Sliding his fingers to the back of my nape, Soren closed the distance between us and pressed his lips to mine—his touch, smell, and taste were like a drug. A drug I couldn't seem to get enough of. Desperate for more, I leaned closer and deepened the kiss. As I opened my mouth, Soren pushed his hot tongue between my parted lips, and I sucked on it, moaning when he swirled it around mine. This kiss quickly turned into more as he yanked me by my shirt, and I clenched to his strong body, fisting his shirt in my palms. Out of breath, I tried to get as much of him as I could with us still sitting in the car.

Knowing there was only so much we could do here, I paused. "Let's go home," I panted, my fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. But instead of pulling away, Soren unbuckled me. Surprised, I looked down at where his fingers were tracing my thigh before he forced me to look up.

"Take your pants off and move onto the back seat," he said.

"W-What?" The shock made me mutter.

"Be a good boy, and do it." He unbuckled himself, then glanced back at me.

I swallowed hard, bolts of excitement already tingling my stomach, then quickly undid my pants. Once I slipped my boxers off as well, I turned around and climbed into the back seat. Eager, I waited for Soren's next orders. In satisfying silence, he got out of the car. My heart thrummed in my ears while my eyes followed him until he got back inside the car, only to sit next to me in the back seat.

"I-Isn't it dangerous to do it here?" Despite the parking lot looking empty, people could still come and go. But the fear of being caught suddenly turned to something else when my eyes locked on Soren's erection, which pressed hard against his slacks. I licked my lips, my dick already hardening and my balls aching.

"Touch yourself," he then said, his eyes focusing on my cock.

Wanting to be his good boy, I grabbed my hard length and began stroking myself, feeling high both on Soren's look and the fear of being watched by someone else. Because who knew? Perhaps while I was rubbing my dick in my palm, precum smearing along the shaft, some stranger was lurking outside. They'd be shocked and repulsed, or maybe they'd be turned on?

Oh God.

Closing my eyes, I moaned at the perverted idea.

"You poor little thing." He let out a low chuckle, then moved close until his lips ghosted the skin of my neck. "So hot and ready to be taken out in public."

Biting my lips, I squeezed my eyes harder as I increased my strokes. Who knew I was like this?

"Tell me what you're thinking of," Soren said, kissing my neck and slowly moving to suck my earlobe while I continued to fap my painfully hard dick.

"That someone might see us," I gasped, and he chuckled.

"Then they'll have quite the show." Grabbing me, he spread my legs wider apart as if presenting me to the world.

Both aroused and embarrassed, I buried my face in the curve of his neck.

"What else?"

I shook my head. "It's embarrassing."

"Tell me what else you were thinking about, Ashton." He bit my ear. "I'm curious."

Oh my God, he's so fucking sexy.

"That I like the idea of being watched," I admitted, my whole body burning up.

"That's my naughty little Sparrow," he growled, pulling out a packet of lube from his pocket and tearing it with his teeth.

"Soren," I gasped when he spread the lube over my rim with his fingers and cried after he shoved them in, grazing my inner walls in a way only he knew how to do. Jolts of pleasure shot through my body once he scissored his fingers and rubbed my prostate. He knew every inch of me, in and out, and knowing that brought me comfort.

So much comfort.

"Look how well you take my fingers, little Sparrow." He pushed deeper. "Always so wet and hot for me."

My dick jerked in my hand at the filthiness of his words as a hot flush rushed to my heated cheeks. My whole body was on edge, even more than usual because of doing it in the new car he bought me. I was ready to come then and there when Soren pulled his fingers out. I would have been sad over the loss of touch if it weren't for him unzipping himself the next moment. My mouth watered at the sight of his erect cock, always so perfect, and I eagerly obeyed when he told me to move on top of him.

"God, you're so perfect," Soren hissed, his dick slowly sliding inside of me until he was all in. "So goddamn perfect."

Smitten with his love, I began rolling my hips and riding him the way he'd taught me how to do. With his cold hands holding on to my hips and his fingers digging into my muscles, I rocked my body, riding his dick until we were both groaning with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach, but before I could reach my climax, as I so desperately ached for, Soren slipped his cock out, pushed me down on the seat, and moved between my legs.

"Good thing I got you a spacious car." He grinned over my lips before shoving his cock back in.

I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he began slamming in and out. The pleasure was so wild, and I tossed my head back. Forgetting where we were for a second, I accidentally bumped into the car's door. Without saying a word, Soren placed his hand behind my head, keeping me safe while he continued to pound my needy hole.

My balls drew tight with each thrust, and I was ready to come when Soren gripped my cock and squeezed the tip so hard it was painful. I whined, but he shut me up with a sloppy kiss that was all about teeth clashing and lips biting until I was left a needy mess.

"You're mine, Ashton," he whispered over my abused lips. "Forever mine."

My chest warmed with my love for him, and my skin burned with heat. And even though he was so close to me, with his cock still shoved balls-deep inside my ass, it was still not enough. I needed more of him. So much more.

"Come inside me," I begged, wrapping my arms around him. "Please, Soren. I want your cum."

His eyes darkened, and he swallowed hard before closing the fair distance between us and kissing me. While devouring my mouth, he moved his hips, thrusting into me harder. His hand, which squeezed me tight till now, began stroking my dick eagerly. It didn't take more than that, and I came hard, my body trembling with my release. Soren didn't stop and instead rocked his hips until he, too, came. A hot flush ran through my body as his release filled me to the brim, and I groaned with pleasure when he slowly slipped out.

I felt a bit of his cum dripping from my used hole, so I jerked up. "It will get the car dirty," I muttered and tried to move to prevent it when Soren grabbed my ankle and pulled my hips up.

"If it does, I'll just buy you a new one." He then dove his head down.

I groaned when he pressed his lips to my hole and was left in awe at the sight of him eating his cum from my ass. The sounds were filthy, but not nearly as much as the sight of him afterward. Glossy lips, disheveled clothes, and messy hair. So strong and masculine. So perfect and mine.

Somehow, I was lucky enough that a man like him wanted me.

Loved me.

I was his precious little thing, his to do with as he pleased, and I had no intention of ever changing that.