Page 74 of Forgotten Prejudice

My whole body dried as if I hadn’t drunk a drop of water in years, and my chest tightened. But at the same time I felt sick to my stomach, seeing Ash this way awakened all of my senses, and I was hungry to have him for myself. Ignoring the situation, my dick twitched in my jeans, and I licked my dry lips as the stench of sex, their filthy sex, reached my nostrils. Surrounded by the sounds of their pleasure, I couldn’t move a muscle, let alone look away. With each passing second, my cock grew harder until the ache was physically painful, and I was tempted to grab myself. Soren’s bare cock, glossed with cum and lube, slid in and out of Ash’s hole, and the tempting sound drilled into my screwed-up head like a nail. When Soren suddenly stopped and pulled out, I took a step back but continued to watch them. Grabbing Ash by the hips, he turned him around and then lifted him to sit on the edge of the table.

“Do you love me, little Sparrow?” he asked.

“Y-Yes.”

“How much?”

“More than anything in this world.”

A cold shiver ran through me at his words because hearing Ash say this was worse than waking up drunk in my own piss and vomit.

“Tell me, my love, what lengths will you cross for me?”

Jealous, I watched Soren wrapping his fingers around Ash’s neck as Ash trembled to get closer. My mind went fucking crazy at the sight of them.

“All seven seas, Soren. I’ll fucking die for you.”

And to think I believed coming here today would somehow make Ash mine again. I was so embarrassed for being such an idiot. Truthfully, I would have slammed my head into the wall if it hadn’t been for what happened next.

Soren looked at me.

With his hands around Ash and his lips mere inches from Ash’s skin, Soren’s eyes were locked with mine. And what lurked behind them wasn’t surprise but satisfaction. And when the corner of his lips quirked up into a self-satisfied smirk, I realized something.

I was exactly where he wanted me to be.

“W-Why did you stop?” Ash asked, his question taking me out of my shock.

“For no reason, little Sparrow,” Soren said, his eyes still pinned on me. “Would you ever dare to leave me?”

Ash shook his head.

“Speak up.”

“Never.”

“Such a good boy,” he said as he looked back at Ash before cupping his face. “Stick your tongue out.”

Like an obedient pup, Ash did as he was told.

Once again, Soren’s eyes flickered to me a second before he sucked on Ash’s tongue. They began eating each other right in front of me, tongues meeting, teeth clashing, and lips biting, with Ash not even aware they had a guest. My brain fucking exploded, and my dick swelled with each deep moan Ash let into Soren’s hungry mouth. I bit my lip, trying to hold on to this torture just a bit more because perhaps then I’d stop wishing to replace Soren. But no matter how long I was rooted to the floor, watching Ash being consumed by another man, nothing changed—I still wanted him, desired him, like never before.

He wanted me long before this prick came into our lives, and the feeling of missing out was like no other. It drove me fucking nuts because never in my life had I wanted something as much as I wanted Ash Sage right now. No dose, line, or pill ever came close to this thirst that burned down my dry throat. To this insane hunger that dug a hole in my stomach until my fingers trembled and my muscles tensed.

I’d probably lost my fucking mind because, without realizing it, I began stepping closer. What am I even planning on doing? Probably push Soren away from Ash. And then what? Ash would cry, even protest for a while, but I’d shut him up by shoving my dick down his willing throat and watch him choke on my cock until he’d be too fucking weak to cry. Only then would I give him what he truly wanted by fucking him until neither of us could stand. But before any of that happened, Soren spoke, his words stopping me from taking another step.

“Do you want me to take the blindfold off for you, little Sparrow?”

While he referred his question to Ash, the message to me was clear—a warning to stay the hell away.

“Y-Yes,” Ash cried, his voice putting a bit of sense in my fucked-up brain. “I-I want to see you.”

Soren grinned like the jackass he was, his attention split between Ash and me. “If you want me to take it off, make sure to sing when I put my cock back inside your tight little hole, where it belongs. I want you to moan so loud for me that anyone could hear.”

Ash’s body trembled before he nodded eagerly, and I knew it was time for me to leave. Without lingering another second, I got the fuck out of there. But the sight of Ash’s quivering body, erect cock with leaking tip, and bruised lips kept flashing before me whenever I closed my eyes. The sound of his moans overcame the roar of my bike and the noise of the road, and by the time I reached home, I was still painfully hard beyond words.

I dashed to the shower, barely stripping out of my clothes before stepping in under the cold water. I fisted my throbbing length while biting my lip and sending my head back with my eyes closed. My hand moved at a frantic pace, pumping my aching boner to images of Ash. To images of me drilling in and out of him while he was crying for me and me alone. My arousal was on the painful side because I knew my climax wouldn’t put me at ease. Not this time. Not when my craving was too great to satisfy.

“Fuck!” I growled, slamming my hand over the shower wall and pressing my forehead against it as I gripped myself harder.