Breaking Free by Isabel Lucero
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.
“What?” I finally ask after capping the bottle.
Dominic grins. “Nothing.”
“Liar.”
“Just enjoying watching you try to keep from hiding from me.”
I hate that he can see through me. I remove the plate and put it in front of him before warming up my own.
“I’m not hiding.”
“Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking?”
He picks up a slice, his biceps flexing as he brings it to his mouth. “Um. Nothing really.”
“Now who’s the liar?” he says while chewing.
I roll my eyes. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”
He brings his thumb to the corner of his lips, wiping off some sauce. “You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.”
I pull my plate from the microwave and stand a couple feet away from him. “Well, you know how earlier we were talking about how I don’t really know how to initiate things, and you like to be in control?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
“In the moment, when we’re intimate, it’s easy to forget everything else. Things turn up and you’re willing to say and do things that normally you’d never think about doing or saying.” His brows draw in as he listens. “I don’t know. I like our dynamic, you know, in those moments.”
“Okay,” he says, dragging the word out, confused.
“But after, I feel like maybe it’s weird to be that way. Do you think it’s—”
“Weird?” he asks, putting his pizza down. “I know we don’t know much about each other, but I’d think you’d know how much I really do like it. You’re more submissive in those situations, but that’s not a bad thing. I’m more dominant. It’s who we are and why we’re good together.” He grins and winks at me.
I blush and fight off a smile. “Okay, so it’s not weird.”
“Definitely not.”
“You don’t look at me differently afterwards?”
“I look at you like I always look at you.”
“Which is how?”
He smirks. “Like I like what I see.”
“Okay,” I reply with a bashful grin.
We eat in silence for a minute before I say, “Can I admit something?”
“Of course.”
I don’t look him in the eye when I say, “I still want to fuck you, but…”
“But?”
I bring my head up and force myself to look him in the eyes when I say, “But I think I’m more looking forward to how you’ll fuck me.”
His smile stretches across his face slowly, deviant thoughts shining through his eyes. He rounds the island and stops in front of me, grabbing my hips. “It’s gonna be so good, Campbell. You’re gonna love the way I fill you up, and I’m gonna love the way you take it.” He stares at my mouth briefly before gazing into my eyes. “And as far as you fucking me…”
“I know. You normally top.”
He cradles my face, his thumb tracing the edge of my bottom lip. “When it comes to you, nothing that I’m doing is normal.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter. I’d let you fuck me.”
“Yeah?” I ask, my breathing becoming heavier as his hand travels down my neck, giving me goosebumps.
“Yeah. And you need to start preparing yourself to take my cock.”
“How?”
His arms wrap around me, his hands on my ass through my jeans. “There’s toys.”
“O-Okay.”
He smiles. “I want to watch.”
My eyes bulge. “Um.”
“Mm,” he moans, leaning in and kissing my neck. “I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”
“I’m always hard around you,” I say, grinding myself against him.
“I like that.” He backs up a little, but stays within reach. “You gonna be hard when you see me tomorrow around all your friends?”
“Tomorrow?”
“Dex’s pool party.”
“Oh, you’re going?”
“I’ll be there for a little while before I have to go to work.”
“Well, shit. Please tell me you’re going to the pool party in a hoodie and sweats.”
He laughs. “Afraid not.”
“Great.”
“Do you work?” he asks, changing subjects as he hops onto the counter.
“No. My parents want me to focus on school.”
“I’m assuming they give you money then.”
“Yeah. They have a good amount of money. Plus my grandparents on my Mom’s side died and left me a good amount”
“What do your parents do?”
“Mom’s a lawyer in her own firm. Dad’s an investment banker.”
He nods. “Cool.”
“And yours?”
Dominic twists his mouth to the side, chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. “I’m not like your friends, Campbell,” he says. “You all seem to be pretty well off with perfect families and perfect lives.”
“You can’t judge someone from what it looks like on the outside.”
He dips his head. “Touché.” After a deep breath, he says, “My dad died. That’s why I’m here. My mom needed help, and I live with her to make sure she’s okay, to keep things afloat, and right now I’m the only one working.”
My eyes widen as air rushes from my lungs. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry, Dominic. That’s...wow, that’s gotta be awful.”
He snorts, surprising me. “Dear old Dad isn’t missed. Not by me anyway, so don’t feel bad about that.”
My shock turns to confusion, but based on his tone, there’s something way deeper there, and I don’t think it’s my place to push him to go into details.
We’re both quiet for a while, but he breaks the silence. “So, anyway.” He hops off the counter. “I’ll be sure to wear my speedo for you tomorrow.”
I grin, shaking my head. “Please don’t.”
“I had fun tonight,” he says, hands in his pockets as he watches me.
“Me too.”
“Give me your number so I can annoy you via text.”
I chuckle. “Give me your phone then.”
He pulls it from his pocket and hands it over. “I expect a lot of dick pics.”
I bark out a laugh. “You send one first.”
“Think I won’t.”
I give him back his phone. “I know you will.”
He takes his phone with one hand, grabbing my wrist with the other and tugging me into him. “Or we can FaceTime while you fuck yourself with a toy.”
“Oh God.”
“Mm. Yeah, I want to hear you moan those words.”
I eye his lips, wanting to kiss him again. He notices but doesn’t make a move, instead waiting to see what I do.
I lean forward slightly, and when he still doesn’t come forward, I just press my lips against his, grabbing the back of his neck. His hand pushes against my ass, bringing our bodies closer.
When he pulls away, he studies my face for a few seconds before saying, “See you tomorrow.”
I nod once. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”
