Page 166 of Forgotten Prejudice

Soren leaned down, hugging me as I requested while burying his face in my neck. His lips grazed my skin while he thrust his hips, moving in and out of me, his cock grazing my inner walls. My body was on fire, and my skin was covered with sweat, soaking through my shirt.

“O-Oh, yes, right there,” I cried in his ear after he’d adjusted himself and managed to hit my prostate perfectly.

Thrust after thrust, Soren rolled his hips, moving fast as if we were running out of time. We did, in fact, lack it, not that it mattered. Nothing did at this moment, where he consumed me whole.

His big hands moved my shirt up to reveal my chest before he closed his lips around my nipples, one at a time, and sucked on them. I hushed my moans, making sure not to grab anyone’s attention because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop even if we got caught. God, I forgot how dirty my mind could be.

“What’s funny?” Soren asked, lips glossy with spit.

“Nothing.” I shook my head, already pulling him closer. “Kiss me.” And he did. He kissed me until we were both out of breath and had to pause to get some air into our burning lungs.

Soren then took my cock in his fist and began stroking me while drilling into my ass. The hard table hurt my lower back with how fast he thrust into me, but I’d put up with it. I’d put up with anything in order to feel this way.

Moving my hands along his body, I slipped them underneath his shirt and caressed his chest. He tensed when I grazed his nipple, and I smiled, wishing to lick it.

“I’m close,” he groaned, his breath caught.

“Then come inside me,” I begged, moving my hand up until it rested against his strong jaw. “Fill me up with everything you’ve got.”

His forehead creased before he took a short intake of air. “When did you become this lewd?”

“I was always like this,” I murmured, eyes closed as I felt my climax building up in the pit of my stomach.

Soon, Soren’s body tensed, and he thrust forward one last time before his dick pulsed and grew inside me. Unable to hold back another second, I burst, hot cum shooting from my dick and making a mess out of my already dampened T-shirt. At the same time, Soren came deep inside me, filling my ass to the brim with his sweet release. As good as it felt, I half regretted that he didn’t finish in my mouth because, so help me God, I missed the taste of him.

Soren pulled out, and I licked my lips at the sight of his dick covered with cum, while also enjoying the sensation of his release dripping out of me. But then, after we’d cooled down, the understanding of what I’d just done struck me. Yes, I’d thought of it before, but in the heat of the moment, everything made sense, and not giving a fuck was easy. Now? Not so much.

“Fuck.” I cringed as I moved to a sitting position, and my back nearly broke.

“Are you okay?”

Rubbing the aching spot, I grunted. “That killed my back.” Realizing how old I sounded, I chuckled and shook my head. “God, I’m not a kid anymore, am I?”

He frowned. “You were never a kid, Ashton.”

Suddenly, I realized what I’d just said and felt like a complete idiot. Only this morning, he’d shared his secret with me, and here I was, already making mistakes.

“Soren—”

“It’s fine,” he whispered quietly, leaning forward, and kissed me again. It felt odd. The casualness in which he did it, that was. We might have fucked twice by now, but both times were rather hot sessions with nothing in between. This kiss just now, the way he took his time while moving his lips along mine, wasn’t. It was nothing if not intimate as he explored my mouth in an attempt to reach my soul. My heart beat so fast it thrummed in my ears, and even though I ached when he parted his lips from mine, I had to speak up.

“I-I know I was the one who asked for this, but—”

“If you’re going to say this was another mistake, at least get dressed first.” His eyes darted to my flaccid dick and exposed stomach, which was covered with my cum. “I mean, it’s hard to concentrate when I see my load dripping out of you.”

My cheeks heated up, and I coughed to clear my throat. “S-Soren.”

“Here.” He grabbed a towel that rested on one of the boards and began cleaning me, once again causing my chest to tighten up with feelings I thought were long gone.

“I don’t think this was a mistake,” I clarified.

Soren stopped wiping me and looked up to meet my eyes.

“You don’t?”

I shook my head and slid my hand to rest on the back of his neck.

“I don’t, but as long as I’m with Kai, I can’t keep doing this.”