Owned By The Owner (LGBT/18+)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Carter Evans

Theodore Heids. The man who saved me, in some way, by letting me live with him in his small but huge enough to fit two to three persons house. The moment I laid my eyes on him, since that horrible night, there was an attraction. He is cute and hunky. Totally hot. Knowing he's straight, I guess I should trust my brain more than my heart. First my heart loved Jared, then Ajax, both in loved with someone else. And now, Theodore Heids. Sometimes, I think this is the curse God has given me. Like my mother has said to me, I am a disgrace. An abomination. My own father disowned me and told me I deserve to go to hell. My father was usually cheerful and bubbly but in a manly way, and that was the first time I saw him got mad at me. But seeing it in his eyes, I know that he didn't want to do it. It was like my father has gone to past, brought it back to present and told me the teachings of what his mother used to say to him.

All these years, I feel like I am a third-wheel or something at everything. My mom. Dad. Jared. Ajax. Theodore. They are all messing my head. I just want to get out, be myself. Alone. I want to be who I am without people judging me. I want them to see the real me and not the badass, stupid, jerk, asshole the Carter Evans.

There are so much more of me.

These past few days, I've been noticing something about Theodore Heids. Something has been bugging him. He's always in a deep thought, always staring into the air, always out of the world. Sometimes, I would find him looking at me with his soul-captivating eyes. And I would feel self-conscious. Damn it, his eyes are so perfect. Beautiful. He is beautiful.

Damn it.

Theo's big hands are running all over my body. It's rough yet it feels gentle. So gentle. His skin making contact with mine is making my inside burn with so much fire I can't control it. He kisses my neck and the feel of his lips on my neck is enough to make my knees wobble and weak. I lose balance, but Theo's strong arms suddenly wrap around my waist, supporting me. My heart is beating rapidly against my rib cage. My breathing is hitched, like the air in my lungs is being taken out of it. His body is pressed against my mine as he continues to nip my neck.

I hesitantly wrap my arms around his neck. I tiptoe to catch his lips, and it makes contact with his. His lips are warm and soft, very kissable. His lips immediately move. Theo bites my lower lip and I let out a moan, parting my lips a little and Theo quickly dunks his tongue inside my mouth, tasting every inch of it. Theo puts a trail of kisses across my neck to my collarbone, across my bare chest to my stomach. My little guy down there is standing straight against the thick fabric of my jeans.

He comes back to my lips, his hand snakes its way to my groin, and he rubs it. I gasp against his mouth and I blush furiously. Damn. I moan when he sucks my already-hard n****e. Theodore looks at me and it contains passion, intensity and lust. I gulp when he grabs me and throws me on the bed. It makes me bounce.

Theodore crawls on top of me, and the sight of him crawling slowly over me nearly make me come. He unbuttons my jeans, zips it down, and takes my boxers and jeans off of me. He kisses my inner thigh and my hips jerk involuntarily.

"f**k," Theodore growls in my ear as he toys with my n*****s. "Why are you doing this to me?"

I don't know what to say.

"Every time I see you, I just want to touch you."

My heart clenches.

"I want you right now."

But everything has to stop. "No, Theo." I protest, staring straight into his eyes. Theo looks at me, his eyes tell me that he's confused of my sudden action. "You don't want this. You're in a phase, I guess. You don't want me. It's not what you want. It's just a lust. Go and get laid to someone, not to me." And I feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest mercilessly. What I said is enough to make me cry, but I choose not to. I look away, not wanting to be captivated with his eyes.

I freeze. "No, I am sure of what I want."

My eyes drift to his. "What —"

"I want you,"

"Stop,"

"I want you,"

"Stop that!"

"I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want yo—"

I kiss him on the lips to stop his chanting. Much to my surprise, he kisses me back.