4. Jace Compton
Two weeks before The Summer of Senior Year
Our breaths mingle, filling the room with a rhythmic symphony as our bodies move harmoniously. The scent of passion and a heady mixture of sweat and desire hang in the air. My skin tingles with anticipation, aching for the exquisite release that only Alec can provide.
“Fucking Take It!”
Alec grunts as he slams his stiff cock deep into my tight hole. The force and brutal nature of how he is claiming me feels like my ass is being ripped apart. We started seeing each other in junior year, and he has been the only man to claim me like this. Before him, I didn’t even know I liked men, but here came Alec Flanagan fucking that up for me with his charming smile and doing the job I came here to do harder. “He grips my hair and yanks my head back and pulls my upper body up with it as I groan out in pleasure, “Fucking faggot. Do you like taking my cock like a dirty boy?”
He quips with a wicked sneer, gracing his lips as he slows his thrusting, pulling his cock out to the tip as he waits for my reply. “Yes... Daddy.”
He rolls his eyes as he pulls out fully, leaving me a breathless and needy mess, “Daddy... Please give me your cock. I still need to cum..”
I’m practically begging like a pathetic idiot for him to continue, feeling the loss of his cock buried deep inside me. My aching body craves the sweet release only Alec can bring me to. “Begging to be fucked? How pathetic can you be, Jace?“ He Pushes away from me, the dip in the bed being the only indicator that he is still here with me.
“You know, I have been such a good boy. I haven’t fucked Soren in weeks. Like you told me, too,”
I know I fucked up a moment too late as his fist slams into my ribs, causing me to double over.
“Don’t mention that bitch when you have me naked in your bed again, or it will be the last time you have me in your bed. Got it? You’re mine. I don’t even know why you’re still with that ugly slut. You don’t even like her or women if we are being honest.”
He leans back on the headboard, sweat dripping down his pale skin, down the happy trail leading down his still-stiff cock. “
You know why I’m with her, Alec. We have had this conversation more than once. She is the only reason my family moved to this Podunk ass town from New York.”
I sit up straighter, looking at him with an irritated scowl gracing my face, my cock slowly growing soft at the thought of Soren. She wasn’t ugly, despite Alec’s insults. To be truthful, she’s beautiful, and any man would be lucky to be with her. Alec’s obliviousness fueled a fiery anger inside me, a rage at his ignorance of the stakes I was playing for.
Tobias emphasized that failure was not an option - I would pay with my life if I didn’t deliver his precious Soren to him within the next four years. She said she would go to Brown with me and the guys, and our arrival at Brown marked the point where Tobias would take over, and I could finally stop pretending to be someone I wasn’t. Soren would hopefully fall for whatever bullshit Tobias had planned, and I’d get out of the engagement he had pre-planned for us. I couldn’t comprehend why a man in his mid-thirties would dedicate so much time to strategizing instead of simply revealing that Soren was not the legitimate child of Erik and Selene. Alec takes my silence as compliance and scoots his ass off the bed, leaving me with blue balls and a shitty attitude. “Until you figure your shit out, this is the last time, Jace.”
His voice borders a melancholy tone as I look up to catch tears streaming down his beautiful face, dripping from his chin down his chest, “I don’t deserve to come second place.”
I go to stand, but his hand lifting causes me to pause in my pursuit. “You’re not the second baby… You have never been second to me. Soren is temporary. You’re my forever baby.”
I ramble on as tears prick my eyes.
Before he could answer, my phone buzzed with the unmistakable ringtone of someone I desperately wanted to avoid, all while my lover, filled with doubt, stood before me, unsure of his place in my life... Alec rolls his eyes, a disgusted sigh escaping his lips, and snatches his clothes from the floor before storming out of my bedroom. The last I see is his ass before he slams the door in my face, leaving me behind. I growl, snatching my boxers up, sliding them on, and settling into my bed as I answer the call, trying to hide the irritation lacing my tone. “Yes, Tobias?”
I wait for his reply as I pull at the loose string on my comforter to distract myself from the door slamming in the distance. It feels wrong to have him in the shadows while I flaunt another around like she’s the only one who holds my heart. Why did he have to start an argument right then, when we were finally making up after weeks apart?
With a sigh, Tobias clears his throat, the noise thick with irritation, and asks, “What about you and Soren fighting? Trey just called and said he saw her heading into his club with a group of girls, saying she was single now.”
I groan at the fucking shit I know that is about to blow up in my face, Soren and I fought three days ago because she caught me balls deep in her so-called best friend Autumn. Still, it was a necessary step to get her to leave that bitch behind, she kept trying to come between us, and she also witnessed Alec and me being too friendly after football practice. Something had to go between them, and that was the only way to do it. Alec slipped something in her drink during breakfast, and then, during the second period, I convinced her to follow me into the janitor’s closet, where I had Alec tell Soren to meet me. She walked in just as I slid my slightly hard cock into that gaping hole. The pain that crossed her face almost made me feel bad, but the punch she landed on my cock and as it slid from Autumn’s pussy had me rethinking that. Autumn’s parents sent her to a Catholic boarding school in Maine after. Soren broke up with me, and I have been spending the last couple of days either with my dick so far down Alec’s throat or with his slamming into my ass, Blissful ignorance from the storm I knew was coming once Tobias caught wind of this little stunt. “It’s only a temporary setback, Tobias. I needed to get rid of her little friend, who was trying to get her to leave me.”
I choose to skip the remaining details that pertain to Alec.
Tobias curses, followed by glass shattering in the distance. “You fucking Idiot, we are so close! How hard is it to follow simple directions, Little Compton? Didn’t mommy ever teach you anything?”
He snips out with a burst of harsh laughter at the jab about my dead mother, knowing she died when I was barely old enough even to remember her face. “Careful there, Tobias, I wouldn’t want to piss off the man who holds so many secrets.”
I snark out, annoyed by this man’s gall. Fucking prick. “Oh, are we to the point of you growing balls to threaten me? I could pay Big Sister or Daddy dearest a visit.“
I clench my teeth tightly, causing my jaw to ache with the pressure. Fuck. “I’ll fix it. Don’t you worry your pretty little head? You’ll get your trophy and your dues, Tobias. Maybe more used for your liking. She seems to love my cock enough always to take me back after I fuck up.”
I know I struck a nerve when he delivered his following line before hanging up the phone, “You have until next week to have this sorted, or I will kill everyone you love with a smile on my face and feed you their fucking hearts before cutting yours out. Test me if you want, but I promise I will never fail at delivering on my end, Little Compton.”
I growl as I throw my phone against the bedroom wall, not caring at the audible crack that re-vibrates through the room.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck !
I quickly scramble to my feet and start putting on my clothes, preparing for what comes next. Grabbing my bike keys from the cookie jar on my desk, I bend over to retrieve my phone from the floor, stand, and slam my bedroom door open with such force that my football trophy falls from the shelf and smashes into the ground. My footsteps echoed ominously on the stairs, each creak and groan fueling the dread in my chest as I fled through the front door to right the mess I found myself in. My fists clenched tight, my every step fueled by a simmering rage that only the roar of my Kawasaki Ninja could appease. The streetlight casts a warm glow on the motorcycle's chrome, beckoning me to take off. I spring into action, swinging my leg over the seat and settling onto the bike. The ache in my core, a painful reminder of Alec’s roughness earlier, throbs with every movement as I shift into position. One problem follows another, and I’m constantly struggling to keep my head above water. The air feels thick and heavy; each inhales a hollow echo of a life that once offered moments of peace. The engine’s roar vibrated through my body, a surge of adrenaline pumping through my veins, the familiar hum of the bike a comforting melody. I took a deep breath to settle my nerves, then fumbled with the Bluetooth speaker. “Ready or Not”
by The Fugees started blaring from my helmet, prompting a chuckle from me at the subtle irony.
Ready or not, Soren, it’s you or me, baby girl. Our choices are no longer ours to make, and at the end of the day, it’ll always be me over you. I kick the stand to get it up and then rev the engine for good measure before taking off to where my current problem is.
It takes Thirty minutes to reach Heaven’s Sin where Soren is at. As I approach, I pull in and kick the stand down to prop up my bike, then climb off. After I have switched off the motor, I take the key and slide it into my jacket pocket before pulling off my helmet and placing it on the back seat. I’ll be in and out. I skip the line, using my connection to the bar owner. “Slow Down”
by Chase Atlantic blasts as I walk in and look around for Soren. A girl in a tight black dress that barely leaves anything to the imagination catches my eye as she sways her body against the poor bastard who grew the balls to dance with my girl. I move forward, not seeing her so-called friends around to make sure she’s not getting drugged or taken advantage of in this club.
“Oh look, my girlfriend is dancing with another guy. This doesn’t look good for us, honey.”
I smirked as she stopped abruptly, and the average-looking guy just dancing with her stared at me with fear in his eyes. If this was her way of moving on from me, then wow. I’m feeling a little wounded.
“Fuck off, Jace, we aren’t a thing anymore.”
She smiles, pushing away from the poor guy and shoulders past me. Her heels click on the sticky floor as she approaches the bar. After waving to get the bartender’s attention, Soren orders her drink. I follow right behind her, and the bartender slides our drinks to us without checking our IDs. Then she scurried off, leaving us alone in a dark corner of the club.
“Baby, you know you’ll always be mine. We are meant to be together.”
I smile a little at how ironic that truly is; if only we never got pulled into this bullshit.
We could’ve been friends at the most.
Not each other’s problem.
We could even be happy; well, maybe I don’t know if happiness exists for someone like me.
“ No, I think I stopped belonging to you when you shoved that dick in your pants in that whore, Autumn.
“If you’d showed up just a little later, I could’ve made you feel like I did when I saw that.
I bet the guy on the dance floor could make me cum for once.
“ I grimace at that stab at my ability to bring pleasure to my partner.
If she had a ten-inch cock, she might be my type.
I could make her cum.
Instead, we are in this boat, not by choice.
“ Baby, you know I love you.
I changed.
It was an act of jealousy that led me to her.
I thought I was losing you and wanted to see if you cared enough to fight for us.
I saw how close you’ve been with Ben and Drake. “ I say with fake empathy as I slide into the seat beside her, pulling her closer to me as I play the role I know will suck her back into my web of lies. “
I don’t want to lose you, baby; it’s killing me not having you by my side and in my bed. I need you, baby... I can’t live without you.
I force myself to shed a tear as I pull her face to mine, her blue eyes tracing over my face as she searches for the truth and the lies hidden beneath the surface;
if only My Little Soren could get the full story, we could probably be free from these shackles we have found ourselves trapped in.
However, at this moment, I bring her near, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss, the taste of whiskey sour lingering as we struggle for dominance.
S he rolls her tongue in perfect rhythm with mine as she pulls me closer to her, a soft moan escaping her lips as I slide my hand down her back and grip her exposed ass cheek in my left hand and slide my right hand to the front of us.
Between those thick thighs of hers, my hands find what I’m seeking as I slide my index finger inside her soaked cunt and make the come here motion; her legs shake slightly as she lets a breathy moan escape her lips.
Thankfully the bar is dark, and the music is drowning us out as I pump my hand in and out of her dripping cunt, her juices coating my digits as I bite down roughly on her lip, pulling it between my lips as her blood coats my tongue, I pull away “Let’s take this to the bathroom, I’ve missed your Pretty pussy stretching around my cock baby girl.”
I groan as she palms my surprisingly erect cock as she nods in compliance; I slide my fingers from her soaked core and lick them clean, the taste almost taking me by surprise at how sweet it is on my tongue.
Grabbing my hand, she pulls me to the farthest corner, into the women’s bathroom, and locks the door.
I don’t give her a moment to rethink this; I can’t afford it with what I have on the line.
I wrap my hand around her tender throat and slam her against the door, making the mirror on the door crack from the force as I hold her there.
She looks at me with lust-filled eyes as she tries to squeeze her legs together, but we are past this part;
I shove my leg between hers and pry them open as I slide my free hand back down her luscious breast gripping them harshly through the thin fabric causing her to attempt to suck in a breath but not getting far with her neck in my grip, I keep her grounded as I tighten a little harder on her throat making sure to add the safe amount of pressure so I don’t accidentally choke her out during this.
I finally reach her dripping cunt and decide that her panties are just another problem that needs to be dealt with at that moment, so with as much force as I can, I lace my fingers around the middle and snatch the thin fabric off her.
She eyes me like a doe in the headlights, and without further warning, I shove three fingers knuckle deep into her dripping center and thrust into her, rocking her body against the door.
I release my grip on her neck as she sucks in a greedy breath.
“Fuck me, Jace.. please, I need your cock in me..”
I groan at her bluntness. She’s never been this vocal when we fucked before, and I can’t say that having her beg me to fuck her doesn’t do something to me.
I move my other hand down and unzip my zipper pulling at the opening in front of my boxers as my cock springs free from its barrier;
I adjust our stance and bring the head to her dripping core and slam into her with such force the mirror shatters around us as I begin to fuck her like I’ve only ever fucked Alec.
I move my hand and lift her as I use the door to leverage her body so I can fuck her harder and faster before I can second guess myself and fuck this up;
my balls tingle as Soren’s soaked cunt clings to my cock, trying to milk me of all my cum, “Fuck.. such a fucking whore letting me fuck you like this pretty girl.”
She gasp, digging her nails into my biceps as she rocked and rolled her hips with my rhythm making my cock sink deeper “Fuck baby yes.. fuck me harder…I’m your whore…”
she groaned out, I groaned as I close my eyes and picture fucking Alec and her at the same time, how Alec would force her to take everything even if she was crying, he wouldn’t slow down.
“Fuck…I’m gonna cum.. fuck..”
I slam my hand into the door to brace myself as she wraps her legs tighter around my hips, her breast heaving as she tries to fight back the orgasm. I know that is cresting. I can tell from how tight she is gripping my cock, holding it in a choke-hold and milking me dry.
“Fuck yes. Fuck.. I’m coming!”
She screams as she digs her nails deeper, causing blood to trail down my flesh. “Fucking take my cum like a good slut that you are! You’re my slut.”
I gasp as I shoot my load in her.
It takes me a moment to realize I just came inside her without a condom. It also takes me a minute to realize that she made me cum. Every time we fucked before, I never came.
I always stopped myself before I did in fear I would knock her up on accident and make matters more complicated than it already is. We’d be stuck together, tethered with a baby between us, something we couldn’t afford.
As I stumble back, conflicting emotions overwhelm me, causing my cock to slip out of her tight cunt. What in the world did I just do?
I snap back to reality as Soren’s gentle, angelic voice reaches my ears, her tear-streaked blue eyes pleading, “I love you, Jace. Please, never hurt me like that again; I won’t stand for being hurt like that again. If I see you with someone else, it’s the end of us. ”
Drops of blood fall from her arms, splattering onto the floor. Gazing at the fractured mirror, I grasp the gravity of our actions.
My voice sounds strange, even to myself, as I utter a lie, “Never baby, I’ll never hurt you again.”
Stepping forward, I gently pull her towards me, guiding her onto the toilet to clean her up and check for any glass fragments on her hand and arm. I wrap her up as best as I can and promise to patch her up once I get her home.
Though her cuts are minor, they’re severe enough to scar, but she’ll heal.
She nods silently, and we go on autopilot back to my bike.
I let her ride in front as we headed to her house on West Gate.
I’m not sure how we make it to her home, but as we pull into her driveway, she’s asleep with her head thrown back on my chest.
I maneuver around her and off the bike, pulling her into my arms. I make my way up her stairs and into her house. I’ll have to lecture her and the girls on the importance of locking their doors.
I head towards her room.
The dark-lit house is filled with the twins’ laughter, which makes me smile.
The high of coming still clouds my mind from the bigger picture.
What was different? Why, out of all the nights, did my dick decide it would start working for the girl in my arms? Why did I desire for her to experience intense pleasure so we could share it? When in all of this bullshit did I start to care?
Placing her on the pink comforter, I slowly remove her heels, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor.
I glance at the temporary bandage, biting my lip as I ponder whether to adjust it now or wait until she wakes up.
Taking a step back, I let out a sigh.
I can bandage her, then I’ll leave. I accomplished what I set out to do. I have her back within my grasp. But why does the idea of leaving her make my heart hurt? Why do I feel anything towards her at all?
She groans as she moves, shifting her weight on her cut hand, a slight wince gracing her beautiful face. I groan at the ultimate decision to deal with the cuts now rather than later. “Soren babe, we need to get you patched up.. where’s your first aid kit?”
she grumbles slightly as she wipes her eyes with her non-injured hand. “Bathroom,”
she says softly, pointing to the ensuite.
“Okay, I’ll be right back, baby..”
I move around her bed and towards the double doors to her bathroom. I open the door quickly and slide my body in.
The image from the mirror in front of me reflects someone I don’t even recognize.
My eyes struggle to focus in the bright light as I head towards the far wall, where I spot bandages and medicine through the cabinet’s glass.
With the supplies in hand, I exit the bathroom, avoiding a look in the mirror. I return to a sleeping Soren, slowly undoing the makeshift bandages and beginning to bandage the cuts properly.
She moves a little, but not enough to wake herself. Once finished and pleased with my work, I throw away the trash and put the first aid kit next to her bed and nightstand.
I will return it to its proper place tomorrow, but tonight, I decided to do something I’ve never done before. I slide into the bed beside Soren and pull her into my body.
Her warmth spreads from her body and envelops mine. I’m feeling emotions I didn’t know I could feel for anyone besides Alec.
The sudden change makes my stomach drop slightly. What the hell was going on with me? I was on the verge of spiraling, but a gentle “I love you, Jace. Please stay”
stopped me in my tracks.
Her gentle, drowsy voice makes me take a deep breath, which doesn’t seem to work as I quietly say something I’m not sure I can believe anymore.
Her gentle, drowsy voice makes me take a deep breath, which doesn’t seem to work as I quietly say something I’m not sure is a lie I believe anymore. “I love you, baby, and I’m here to stay.”
At some point between morning and the club restroom, I caught feelings for the girl in my embrace.
What the fuck am I going to do now. I drift off to sleep, lulled by the gentle sound of rain and her breaths. I'm saving this for Future Jace to deal with.