Page 142 of Should Our Stars Collide

After some blinking and drawing in the oxygen he’s been deprived of, Kieran’s vision stabilizes and he sees…himself. Naked and hard. Straddling Ash, who is fully dressed and staring back at him. Well, at his reflection.

Because there’s a fucking mirror in front of them. Multiple mirrors, embedded in the doors of the built-in closet.

And Ash wants him to look.

Hell to the no.

He turns away, and promptly gets turned back, Ash’s grip on his jaw tighter than before.

“No, you don’t,” Ash tells him. “I want you to look, Kieran.”

Kieran shakes his head as much as possible while practically immobilized. This…hecan’t.It’s one thing to give into what he wants, to accept what’s being offered. To enjoy it.

There’s no way he can watch while it happens. He doesn’t want to see the pathetic desperation that must be pouring off him. He doesn’t want to see himself cry through the pleas formore, harder.He doesn’t want to watch himself fall apart on Ash’s cock, which he knows will happen. Because all Ash has done so far is take him apart.

He can’t watch himself greedily take every little thing Ash offers him after spending all his life telling himself he doesn’t need anything. From anyone.

“Kieran.”

Kieran doesn’t budge. Ash might be able to keep him in place, but he can’t force his gaze.

Ash seems to realize that, and changes tactics. There’s a sigh before the grip on Kieran’s jaw lets off.

“Firecracker.” His voice is soft, coaxing. “I want you to look atme.Can you do that?”

Look at him. Yeah. Yeah, that…that’s fine. That, Kieran can do.

Cautiously, he lets his eyes find Ash’s in the reflection. It’s strange, so strange to see him so far away while his warmth is so palpably wrapped around Kieran.

Looking at Ash isn’t that much easier, not with the way he’s looking back, full of desire and…love.

“Good boy.” His lips curl into a proud smile, forcing another tear out of Kieran. His dick twitches at the praise, dribbling pre-come. “You wanted proof that you’re mine. I’m going to do exactly what you asked, so you better burn it into your memory.”

Huh? Burn what in his memory?

“Now, I’m going to describe, in great detail, what you’re going to do,” Ash continues. “And you can decide to safeword out.”

The opt out should be a relief, but instead it makes Kieran’s stomach twist uncomfortably. He doesn’t…he doesn’t actually want to stop. He wants to please Ash, wants to earn the praise, the sweet words. But this…it’s just too much. Why can’t Ash choose something else? Anything but this.

“You are going to use those pretty brown eyes of yours and look at us.Us,” he stresses. “You and me, right here, right now. And then you’re going to watch while I take my cock and slide it in here…” Kieran doesn’t have to look. He feels Ash’s fingers, still covered in residual slick, probing gingerly at his entrance. “You’re going to watch while I fill you up inch by inch, the exact way I know you like. And then—” He places his mouth right by Kieran’s ear. “You’re going to watch as I make you come from my cock alone, until you paint all this pretty skin with your jizz. And I’ll pump you full of mine.”

Fuck. Fuck he wants that. Everything Ash just said, every depraved fantasy.

Which means…he has to look. That’s the condition.

With a whimper he’ll deny to his dying breath, Kieran shifts his gaze from Ash to himself. To his pleading, greedy expression. To his flushed, trembling body. To his dick, leaking from hearing all Ash’s promises. Between his spread legs, where…where he can feel Ash’s cock nudging his hole. It flutters at the contact, and his body moves on its own, pressing down.

The punishing grip on his hips prevents him from going any further.

“Kieran,” Ash growls. “That wasn’t the deal. Did I tell you to move?”

Kieran lets out a noise of frustration. “You take…too damn long.”

A sharp sting at his nape makes him cry out, and his cock twitches.

“You’ll take what I give you,” Ash tells him, licking the place he just bit. “I won’t have you rush this, you impatient little brat.”

Damn right he’s impatient. His thighs are burning, his dick aching,and his ass keeps clenching around nothing. Ash is one shift of hips away from filling him up, but he’s staying put instead, just for shits and giggles. Just because he loves torturing?—