Page 59 of Breaking Free
I spit on my hands and continue to stroke him, my movements quickening when he speeds up, seeking out that pleasure spot.
My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I watch him. He’s fucking perfect. So handsome you wonder how he exists in the same world as you. How is he not in a magazine or on TV?
When his eyes open and connect with mine, we don’t look away.
“Come on me,” I breathe. “I want to feel it.”
His mouth parts as his eyes close and head drops back between his shoulders. “Oh God.”
I watch as cum shoots from his cock, landing in ribbons on my stomach and chest. It’s so fucking hot it sends a jolt of desire through my veins, making my stomach clench and my balls draw tight.
“Oh shit,” I cry out, holding onto his hips as he rocks back and forth. “Fuck. Dom.”
My fingers dig into him as my orgasm hits, and I arch off the headboard, my head resting against his shoulder as my body tenses.
We both take several seconds to come down from the high, breathing heavily, our sweat-slicked bodies against one another.
When he moves to get off, I grab the base of my dick, making sure the condom stays on. He flops next to me as I remove and tie off the latex.
“Gonna wash up,” he says, rolling over and holding out his hand. “I’ll take that.”
I drop it in his hand, and when he closes the bathroom door, I take the opportunity to go to the other bathroom to clean up as well.
When I make it back to the bedroom, he’s already in my bed, under the covers. He grins. “Too soon for a sleepover?”
I chuckle, an overwhelming sense of excitement growing in my stomach and spreading to my chest. “No, I think it’s perfect timing.”
I get in bed next to him and he stretches his arm out, patting on his chest, telling me to lay on him. Which I do.
“That was so fucking good,” he breathes, his fingers running up and down my tricep.
“Yeah it was.”
We lay in silence for a while, and I begin to wonder if he fell asleep, but he finally speaks up.
“I like you, Trevor.”
The use of my first name catches me off guard. He doesn’t use it often, and it makes my heart stutter in my chest when I hear it, along with the message.
“I like you, too.”
He chuckles, and I wonder if it became too serious so he’s trying to blow it off. I’m sure he’s curious where this could possibly go considering I’m not out. I don’t know what to tell him though. I don’t want what we’re doing to end, but I don’t want him to feel like a dirty secret kept in a closet.
“I’m gonna talk to my parents soon,” I say quietly.
“Yeah?”
“It’s way past due.”
“Maybe.” He takes a breath. “Don’t do it for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t come out for me. Make sure you’re doing it for yourself.”
“I know,” I say almost defensively.
“I’m not saying that to be an asshole, but if for some reason we have a falling out, I don’t want you to look back at that moment and think you did it for some guy who was just a blip in your life.”