Breaking Free by Isabel Lucero
23
As to not be too obvious,I stick around Dex’s house for a few hours after Dominic leaves. My excuse was that I needed to study, which isn’t a lie, because I need to, but I’d rather study Dominic.
I went home first, to shower and clean up, because I hope he’ll come back with me for a little while once he’s off. Since I know he lives with his mom, I doubt going there is an option.
By the time I show up to Three Sheets and get my neon bracelet and big black X on my hand, it’s ten-forty. I choose a booth with a good view of the bar, and order a burger and fries to go with my Coke. Luckily they have a sports channel on, so I’m not too bored sitting here alone.
It’s about twenty minutes after I arrive when Dominic emerges from the back, collecting empty bottles and glasses, and restocking the bar with straws and napkins. I can’t help but smile when I watch him move, the tight black shirt clinging to his muscles the way I want to.
He speaks to one of the bartenders for a little bit before disappearing into the back and coming back with a black plastic tub. We finally make eye contact as he heads for a nearby table.
“Stalking me, Campbell?”
“I think stalking is unwanted attention, and I don’t think that applies here.”
He smirks, clearing the table. “I guess you’re right.”
“Where do the guys think you went?” he asks, moving the tub full of dishes to a chair so he can wipe it off.
“Studying. Which isn’t really a lie.”
He snorts. “You’re studying me?”
“I want to memorize every part of you,” I admit quietly, wondering where this confidence came from.
Dominic’s head swivels, an eyebrow arched. “Interesting.” He finishes wiping down the table before turning to face me. “Maybe I’ll let you do that tonight, just so I can make sure you don’t become a liar.”
“Too late for that probably,” I say, picking up a fry.
“I wouldn’t say not coming out is lying. You’re not ready. If they’re your friends, they’ll understand that.”
I shrug. “So, you’ll come over?” I ask, my tone hopeful.
Dominic’s lips turn up on the ends, giving me a joyful smile. “Yeah, I will, but…” He pauses, looking me over. “I want you to do something for me first.”
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and swallow my food. “Like what?”
“I want you to go to the bathroom and send me a picture of your cock.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Right now?”
He nods, a small smile forming, his eyes daring me to do it. “Before I get off work.”
“You want me to get hard enough to take a decent picture, but you don’t want me to come?” I whisper.
“Oh, you better not come. That’s for me later.”
My dick twitches at the thought and I shift. “Um. Okay.”
“Good boy,” he says, his tongue dancing slowly across his bottom lip as his eyes drink me in.
He leaves before I can say anything else, so I try to get back to focusing on my food. He’s in and out of the back, walking around the room, and I can’t keep my eyes off of him. Another guy comes by, trying to take my plate, but Dominic approaches from the other side.
“I got it.”
The guy nods and heads to the back.
I stare up at him, envisioning all the things I want us to do—everything I want him to tell me to do.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about, Campbell?” he asks with a light laugh.
“Just some things.”
“Like what?”
I clear my throat. “Just anxious to get back home with you.”
“Yeah? Well, I won’t be going anywhere until a certain photo hits my phone.”
With a glance at my watch, I say, “I have some time.”
He smiles at me. “Okay.”
When he disappears into the back for a while, I choose that time to go to the bathroom, locking myself in one of the stalls. I turn the volume down on my phone and bring up a porn site, but while I watch two guys going at it, I imagine it’s me and Dom. I think about what it would be like to have him slide into my ass. Then I wonder how it would feel to be inside of him. Thoughts of him fucking my mouth flash in my head, and I realize now that my eyes are closed and all I’m thinking about is the times I’ve had with him. My erection is rock hard in my hand, and I’m nearly close to coming.
“Fuck,” I hiss, letting go.
I exit out of the porn and open my camera up. Before taking a picture, I decide to do him one better. I slide it to video and record a short clip of me stroking my dick. Pre-cum glistens at my tip, and I slide my thumb across it before turning the camera to face me while I lick the arousal from my finger.
I send it to him before fixing my pants and buttoning them back up, my dick still painfully hard and tucked behind the waistband of my boxer-briefs.
Leaning against the wall of the stall, I try to think about anything other than him so my dick can start to soften. Less than a minute later, the door to the bathroom opens with a squeak and heavy footsteps march in.
“Trevor.” Dominic growls my name.
I unlock and open the door, only for him to force himself inside and push me against the wall. He grabs my face and devours my mouth in a brutal kiss. It doesn’t last nearly long enough, but it definitely brings my cock raging back to life.
He pulls away, staring into my eyes as he adjusts himself quickly before turning and leaving. Before the door closes, he says, “I’ll be there.”
