Page 25 of Breaking Free
“You can pretend you hate me all you want, but I think we both know where we’re gonna end up eventually.”
“Where’s that?” I ask, my voice airer than I want it to be.
He leans in and drops his voice. “You on your knees with my cock in your mouth. Followed by you on your knees as I sink into you.”
Warmth floods my cheeks and my pulse ticks up.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” he asks, voice gravelly.
“I don’t...I...you. Umm.” I shake my head, unable to voice my thoughts.
How can I tell him I haven’t thought too much about what it would be like to have a dick in my ass, let alone his massive one. The thought scares me while also sparking curiosity. I want to know what that would feel like.
His hand moves like he’s about to reach out and touch me, but then he remembers where we are and pulls it back, and I know it was done for me.
“Fuck. The things I’d do to you. You’re just denying yourself something you’d enjoy.”
“How would I know if I’d enjoy it?”
He inhales deeply, a low rumble in his throat. “I can’t tell you how much I love how innocent and new you are.”
Once more I feel heat bloom in my cheeks.
“You’d enjoy it, Trevor. You’d enjoy everything I’d do to you. You remember how you got off from my hand, don’t you? Imagine my tongue dancing around the head of your cock. Imagine me licking you in places you’ve never thought to expose to someone.”
My dick comes to life as images flash in my head and my hand drops to my lap.
He grins, victorious.
Right before I’m about to give in and beg him to come to my house and do all the filthy things he wants to me, he stands up.
“You think about that. Let me know.” He’s so casual about it, like it’s a game to him. Like he’s not as affected as I am.
I open my mouth, gazing up at him in confusion. “You’re leaving?”
“Yeah. I have to go to the store before I go to work.” I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing. He gathers his trash and looks down at me. “You know how to contact me if you want me.”
“Want you?” I say stupidly.
He grins. “I’m not gonna beg to fuck you, Campbell. I’ve let you know where I stand. You want me? Tell me you do.”
“You want me to beg you?” I question.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip. “Mm. That might be nice.”
As he’s walking to the trash can, I yell, “That’s not gonna happen!”
I hear him laugh, but he doesn’t turn around. He lifts a hand and gives me a peace sign. God, I’ve never hated someone so much and yet wanted to fuck them more than I wanted my next breath.
12
“Beg,”I say out loud, scoffing at the idea.
He’s clearly out of his mind. How does he switch so easily like that? One second he’s saying all these filthy things, describing what he’d do to me, and the next, he’s casually walking off like it wasn’t a big deal.
I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw him earlier this afternoon, and I regret not leaving when he came to sit with me.
When he’s around, something weird happens. It’s like he brings with him this bubble, and when he’s close, I get trapped inside and it changes everything I thought I knew about myself. I’m not the type to be so meek and easily controlled. But like the time in the bathroom, and the times in the locker room, he gets close to me, and I’m sucking on his finger, choking on his cock, and nearly begging for more. I’m entranced by his confidence. He tells me to get on my knees, and I’m already halfway there. What the fuck?