Page 45 of Forgotten Prejudice

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.