Page 134 of Forgotten Prejudice

“Have you showered?” I asked.

“No. I’m dirty. Wash me.”

His words sent bolts of arousal to my already hard cock, making me weak in the knees. Like a monster just awoken from its slumber, my hunger for him burned in my stomach, and I cupped his face, devouring his mouth on our way to the bathroom.

He stripped off his clothes immediately, not waiting for my orders before he stepped into the shower. His naked skin was a work of art. One that was engraved into my memory, although he’d changed, and now, the changes were more visible than ever. He was stronger, bigger, and not at all fragile. His muscles took the shape of adulthood, his waist thicker, abs more toned, and his chest covered with a dusting of light hair. He was built like a Greek god, and my mouth watered just from looking at him. But my eyes then darted to the pile of his clothes on the floor, and my skin itched.

“Take off your clothes, too,” he said, or should I say, ordered, successfully getting my attention back.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

With a smirk, I stripped naked, my eyes locked with his the entire time. He licked his lips, the little tease, and I knew it was time to set the record straight over who was in charge here.

“Turn around. Hands on the wall,” I said while slowly moving my fist along my length.

Ashton proved to be as obedient as always and did what he was told without saying a word.

“Spread those legs for me, little Sparrow.”

A shuddered breath escaped him at the sound of his old nickname, and he glanced at me over his shoulder. His brilliant lips were slightly parted, waiting to be sucked again, while his eyes searched mine for approval. That was what he came here for, after all, to get the confirmation he so desperately sought.

“Good boy,” I praised him once he widened his stance and arched his back, giving me a full view of his glorious ass. My dick was already dripping with the need to be buried inside his pink hole, but I restrained myself. Removing my hand from my cock, I strode into the shower and joined him under the hot stream.

Not wasting time, I moved my hands to his firm chest, squeezing his juicy pecs until he groaned with pleasure. Once satisfied with his reaction, I brushed my thumbs over his perked nipples while pressing myself into his behind, my cock settling in between his thick thighs. Ashton pushed his ass back against me while I continued to play with his nipples, squeezing sweet moans from him until he turned frantic.

“T-Touch me,” he panted.

“Ask again. Properly, this time.” I leaned my cheek against the side of his head, enjoying the sound of his heavy breaths.

“Touch me, Soren. Please.”

I moved my mouth to the shell of his ear, planting a small kiss before tugging on it. “You mean here?” I pinched his nipple, and he squirmed.

“My cock. Please, Soren. I feel like I’ll burst.”

“When you’re saying such cute things, who am I to refuse?” In a sharp move, I turned him to face me and then dropped to my knees before him.

He gasped, placing a hand on my shoulder while using the other one to cover his cock.

“W-Wait.” His cheeks turned red. “I’m not shaved…” he muttered, not meeting my eyes. “I know it repulses you.”

My brows pulled into a deep frown, and for a second, I felt horrified. Did I actually make him think he could repulse me? Yes, I loved his smooth body, but only for the control it gave me over him. A sort of ownership. Back then, I was a foolish kid who couldn’t control the crap he spat out. Now, I knew better and had no intention of letting Ashton fear he could ever disgust me. Seeing how deep the scars I’d left on him were made me determined to do better and become the man he once saw me as.

Pushing his hand out of the way, I leaned in until my nose was buried in his pubes and took a deep inhale. He smelled good and clean, and I savored his masculine musk before moving my lips to kiss along his girth, slowly going up until reaching the crown of his cock. Water from the shower got in my face, but that didn’t stop me from parting my lips and swallowing him whole.

Dear Lord. I’d missed the taste of him. I missed the weight of him on my tongue and the feeling of having my mouth filled with his heavy cock.

“O-Oh, God,” he moaned, his voice soaked with pleasure.

I began moving my head, sucking his dick in slow, long movements until his body trembled.

“Y-Yes, it feels so good,” he cried, his hands finding their way to my hair.

Pleased, I slid my fingers to his ass and spread his cheeks, my mouth still around him as I circled his entrance. His rim was already soft, and knowing a thing or two about anal, I realized he’d been with another man before coming here. Possessiveness took over me, and I let go of his cock.

“Why did you stop?” he asked, brows curved.

Not bothering to answer, I spun him around and pushed him against the wall.