Page 47 of Breaking Free
It takes ten minutes before Trevor pulls up next to me. I put my window down as he does the same.
“Sober enough to drive?”
He chuckles. “I’ve definitely sobered up. I’m not too far from here, anyway. Follow me.”
“You got it.”
Sure enough, it takes less than fifteen minutes to get to his house. When I pull up next to him in the driveway, I poke my head out the window and say, “Hey, did you want me to park somewhere else?”
He shakes his head. “It’s fine.”
Inside, once the door closes behind us, he tosses his keys to a table and removes his shoes, so I copy him.
“Uhh.” He spins around. “Want a drink or something?”
I laugh. “I’m good.”
He nervously puts his hands in his pockets, unsure of what to do.
With a smirk on my face, I walk up and grab his hand, tugging him along as I make my way back to his room. “Come on. We have things to do.”
Wanting to take my time, I walk him to the side of his queen sized mattress and face him. He’s wearing a faded South River football tee, and I slowly lift from the hem until it’s over his head and on the floor.
He watches me with a lustful gaze, so I make sure to keep eye contact as I undo the button on his pants, and slowly drag the zipper down. His breathing hikes up a little as I push the denim down his hips until they rest around his knees. He finishes removing them before standing up straight again.
My eyes go directly to his growing erection trying to escape the confines of his navy blue boxer-briefs. I want nothing more than to reach out and stroke him, but I don’t. I look him in the eye again and tell him what to do.
“Now you undress me.”
He hesitates only briefly before stepping forward and running his hands under my shirt, copping a feel before removing my gray T-shirt and quickly moving to my pants.
Unable to keep my hands to myself any longer, I let my fingers curve around his hip until they rest on his lower back, reaching into the waistband of his boxer-briefs.
I nuzzle my face into his neck, inhaling the citrusy sweet scent of him. “How much have you experimented with?” I ask, my hand dipping lower until I can cup his ass cheek.
His arms wrap around me, his fingers running up the muscles of my back. “You mean...with anal stuff?”
My tongue licks a patch of skin below his earlobe before I murmur, “Mmhmm.”
I bring my other hand to his ass, squeezing his cheeks as I grind my cock against his.
He moans, digging his fingers into my skin. “Um. A little.”
“We can do a little more tonight, but until you’re more comfortable, there won’t be any fucking. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He eases away a little. “What about…”
I arch a questioning brow, my lips twitching. “You fucking me?”
He bites his lip and nods once. “I mean, I’ve fucked girls before. It’s not like I don’t know anything.”
I let my thumb brush against his bottom lip. “I don’t normally bottom. I’ve only done it a few times.”
“Oh.”
The look on his face hits me hard. He’s new to the dynamics of a gay relationship. He doesn’t know what it’s like to be fucked by a guy or to fuck a guy. I prefer topping, but honestly, he’d be hard pressed to find something I wouldn’t do for him. As long as he enjoys himself. That’s what sex is about, right? Satisfying your partner?
“Don’t worry about that right now,” I tell him, gripping his jaw in my hand. “Kiss me. Kiss me like you want to fuck me, and I just might let you.”