Page 49 of Breaking Free

“Oh shit, oh God, holy fuck,” he chants. I keep going, glancing up at him, wanting to see the bliss on his face.

His eyes are squeezed close, his hands moving from his forehead through his hair as his lips part and a sinful breathy moan escapes.

“Yes, that feels so good,” he cries. Nothing but moans and hard breathing follow until right before he comes. His mouth opens and his eyes meet mine briefly, and he says, “Dominic.”

Then he shatters, his body convulsing as his cum explodes into my mouth. I swallow it down, stroking him past his orgasm, wanting every last drop.

I withdraw my fingers and move up, resting on my knees, enjoying watching his stomach rise and fall with deep breaths. A sheen of sweat glistens over his muscles and he gulps in air like he was just saved from nearly drowning.

“Oh my God,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. He opens his eyes and finds me. “Your turn.”

My lips pull up on one side before I plant my feet on the floor. “Get on your knees.”

His movements are a little slower this time, but he gets on his knees in front of me and grabs the base of my dick before sliding the tip over his tongue.

He takes me deep before withdrawing me from his mouth and flicking his tongue along the underside of my crown.

“Fucking hell,” I moan, my hand at the back of his head. “I love watching my cock dip into your mouth.” He moans, licking a path down my shaft before making his tongue dance across my balls. “Oh fuck.”

He does it a few more times before taking me in his mouth, his hand gently fondling my sac. It’s not long before I feel that growing sensation. I hold his head between my hands and fuck into his mouth with steady deep strokes.

“Holy shit, Trevor.”

I want to watch my cum hit his tongue, so I step back and stroke myself, holding down his bottom jaw with my free thumb.

Our gazes stay connected until right before my orgasm hits, then I focus on painting his pink tongue white.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I moan. “Swallow it down.”

He closes his mouth and swallows, his tongue then darting to the corner of his lips, licking up the mess I made on his face. His eyes stay on me, but I see a flicker of something behind them, and I worry he’s ready to climb back into his head and shut me out.

I grab him by the throat, pulling him to his feet. “You’re so fucking good, you know that?” I press my lips against his, tasting myself on his tongue. I pull away and look him in the eye. “Remember what I said.”

He gives me a small grin. “I know. I’m good.”

I grope his ass and kiss him again, swiping my tongue across his. “Mm. Yes you are.”

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he says. “Then we can eat, and...I don’t know, talk.”

I smile. “Okay.”

Trevor

21

I tryto stay out of my head, pushing away intrusive thoughts telling me I shouldn’t have done what I just did with Dom—that I shouldn’t have given in to my desire. There’s a weird sense of embarrassment, like he would judge me, even though I know it makes no sense. And it’s not like he’s gonna make fun of me for being gay, but for being so eager and willing. Society has ingrained in us that men need to be masculine and dominant, and that only women should be submissive, but I revel in being told what to do in those sexual situations. I think society needs to fuck off and let people be however they want, like whoever they want, and stop trying to fit everyone into tiny little boxes.

I pull out a box of pizza I ordered yesterday and grab a couple plates. “I have some leftover pizza.”

“That’s cool,” he says, watching me from the other side of the island.

“I have some drinks in the fridge. Help yourself.”

He saunters over while I place a couple slices on a plate and into the microwave. “You want a Gatorade?” he asks.

“Sure.”

He tosses a bottle to me and we both twist the caps off, swallowing down a mouthful while watching each other.