Page 135 of Forgotten Prejudice

Spitting into my hand, I brought it to his ass, then shoved two fingers in. He gasped, all the air leaving his lungs as I added another.

“I understand now why you wanted me to wash you,” I whispered in his ear. “It’s because you’ve been a naughty boy. Haven’t you?”

Glancing at me over his shoulder, he nodded, then closed his eyes. “O-Oh, fuck.”

“Answer me.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes. what?”

He opened his eyes, tears welling in the corners. “I’ve been a bad boy.”

My lips pulled into a wicked grin. “But you’ve come home,” I said, voice promising, even though I knew tonight was only temporary. It didn’t matter because, for that moment, my little Sparrow was back at my mercy. It had taken me years to learn that unless its wings were cut, a sparrow could never be tamed; therefore, if I wanted to be with Ashton, I had no choice but to let go and hope that he’d return.

Fucking him now with four fingers, I cupped the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. I pushed my tongue between his parted lips, tasting everything he had to offer while moving my fingers inside him, reaching the spot that I knew made him see stars. The whole time my dick was throbbing, asking for me to give it a bit of attention. Knowing I was losing my patience and seeing how Ashton was all but a quivering mess, I pulled my fingers out and turned off the water.

I took his hand in mine and guided him out of the shower. My precious boy allowed me to dry him up before I led him to our bed. Yes, even though he was no longer living here, it was still his bed. His home. His space. The same rule also applied to my heart, which, whether it liked it or not, still belonged to him and him alone.

All these thoughts were irrelevant, though, as Ashton hadn’t come here for that. He came to get fucked. And that was exactly what he was about to get.

Tossing him on his back, I reached for the nightstand to pull out some lube and a box of condoms I kept there but had never used before. Whenever I hooked up with someone, not that it happened frequently, it was in a hotel, and I used condoms from my wallet. I never brought my hookups home; that also included Eiv. No one was worthy of that privilege. No one but the man lying beneath me.

“H-Hurry up,” Ashton cried, his eyes following me as I rolled down the condom over my aching length. “I need you inside me.” And if he wasn’t erotic enough thus far, the brat spread his legs wider and moved his hand over his hole, pushing his fingers inside. My body shuddered with my arousal, and I quickly moved above him.

“You keep teasing me like this and I might never let you leave this bed.”

Once he took his fingers out, I squeezed a decent amount of lube from the bottle and spread it over his ass and my dick.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled himself up until his mouth met mine. “Fine with me,” he rasped over my lips before darting his tongue out to lick along my jaw until it reached my ear. “Now, fuck me like only you know how.”

I had no idea when he’d become this bold, but I was obsessed with this new side of him. He was absolutely mind-blowing.

Grabbing his hands, I moved them over his head before aligning my dick with his entrance. With his wrists in my fist, I shoved inside of him until I was settled all the way in, letting out a long breath as all the tension left my body, only to return twice as hard when he pushed back against my cock, nearly making me come on the spot.

Grinding my jaw and biting my lip, I held still.

“W-Why aren’t you moving?” he whined, his face an inch away from mine.

I leaned in to cover his lips with mine, our tongues swirling around each other as I finally began moving. Rolling my hips, I pushed in and out of him, savoring each thrust as if it would be the last. Ashton’s body quivered beneath me, his skin hot and covered with sweat, his moans deep and on the verge of crying. I needed more of him, so much more that I decided to lose control.

I dropped my hold from around his wrists, straightened up, and grabbed his waist.

“W-Wait,” he tried to stop me, but I didn’t listen before I thrust forward with pure force, bottoming out inside him. Ashton’s lips parted as he gasped for air, but that didn’t stop him from crying for more.

So I gave him more.

Fucking into him like a man on a mission, I dug my fingers into his hips, probably leaving a mark. Good. I wanted him to carry my touch long after I’d removed my hands from his skin.

“You feel so good,” I panted. His ass was so tight, making it hard not to burst at any given moment, but I wouldn’t come until he did. And simply because he always came first, literally and figuratively. He was the only one that mattered, in and out of bed.

“R-Right there,” he cried, back arching off the bed while his hands clenched the sheets. “Right there.” He turned his face to the side until it was half shoved into the mattress.

“Come here.” I grabbed his body and lifted it with me, changing position so now he sat on my lap, facing me, while I leaned back on one hand. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, my fingers tracing along his jaw.

Ashton’s eyes were unfocused, his cheeks flushed red, and his hair damp with sweat. I doubted he heard my words, but even if not, that was okay.

I bucked my hips up at the same time he plunged down on my cock before he started rocking on top of me. With my dick still inside his tight ass, he leaned back and placed his hands on my legs for balance, so his entire weight was helping each of my thrusts to hit him harder. His cock throbbed and bobbed up and down with his moves while precum decorated his flushed tip. It made my mouth water, and finally, I took his dick in my hand and started stroking him while he rolled his hips on top of me. Our pace matched perfectly, and it didn’t take long before his lips parted in a voiceless cry, and he shot his load between us. The hot liquid spilled into my fist and dripped between my fingers just as I felt my balls tightening and my muscles tensing. My heart raced at an erratic pace, and I bucked into his body one last time before I came, hard, deep, and recklessly, until I had not a single drop left in me to give. Still inside his warm walls, I felt like I had finally returned home. Pressing my head to his chest, I closed my eyes and allowed the sound of his heartbeat to surround me. It was a bittersweet moment that I knew would be gone soon.