Breaking Free by Isabel Lucero

24

I decide notto stick around until closing time. After confirming with Dominic my address so he can get there on his own, I leave Three Sheets and head home.

Around a half an hour before he’s set to be here, he texts me.

Dom:I’ll be leaving in a little while. Do me another favor?

Me: What’re you gonna do for me?

Dom: You know I’m willing to do any and everything. I’ll make you feel good. Don’t worry about that.

Me: What is it?

He doesn’t respond right away, probablycaught up with work, but I hold my phone, grinning like a fucking idiot at his last message.

Dom:I’m assuming you don’t have any toys yet, but you can use your fingers. Show me how you’re preparing yourself for my cock.

Me: Are we doing that tonight?

Dom: Regardless of what we do tonight, you’ll need to be ready for me soon.

I don’t tellhim that he’s wrong—that I do have a toy. I actually went out and got one earlier today from the next town over that has a sex toy shop. It’s nothing compared to the size of Dominic’s dick, but it’s something. I’ve been doing research on what to do and what to expect, so I’ve already cleaned everything that needs to be cleaned.

Pulling out the smooth, black silicone toy, I make sure to wash it and then grab the lube I bought at the same place. It only goes in about four and a half inches, but looking at the slightly curved shape makes me nervous. It’s supposed to be a good prostate massager, but I can’t even think about turning on the vibrations yet.

I strip out of my pants and boxer-briefs and lie across the bed, pulling up a porn video on my phone. After a few minutes of stroking myself to a clip of a man who’s fucking himself with a dildo, I squirt some lube on my hand and start with penetrating myself with my finger before moving on to the toy.

It’s nearly ten minutes before I feel comfortable sliding it in and out at a slow pace, but it doesn’t feel bad.

I remember Dominic wanting visual evidence, so I set my phone on my nightstand, propped against the lamp, and spin around to give him a better view.

I’ve never recorded myself like this. Hell, I’ve never done this, but of course I’m willing to do it for him. I want nothing more than to be able to take him in my ass, and it’s not like he hasn’t been acquainted with every part of me already.

Still, I feel nervous as I slide the toy in and out while lying on my back. I angle to the side a little, pushing it in with one hand as I stroke myself with the other. I moan, enjoying the pleasure.

I edit the video to right under a minute and send it to him without any text. While I wait for his reply, I keep fucking myself with the toy, finding I love it more with each passing second.

Five minutes later, my phone lights up with a FaceTime call from Dominic.

“Hey,” I greet, holding the phone over my face as I continue to lay on the bed.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” His face is barely visible, shrouded in the dark.

I chuckle. “You asked for it.”

“I didn’t know you had a toy.”

“I got it today,” I say.

“Are you still using it?” he asks, his voice getting husky.

I shift, moving the toy. “Maybe.”

He groans. “I wanna watch.”

“Then hurry up and get here.”

“I’m already close.”

“Me too,” I say teasingly, biting my lip.

“You better not. Is your door locked?”

“No,” I say breathily.

“I’ll see you soon.”

He hangs up and I drop my phone next to me, continuing to tease myself with the toy while I wait. A few minutes later, I hear the front door open and close, and then footsteps head in my direction.

My heart rate spikes, knowing he’s getting closer. The lights in my room are dim, the bedroom lamp set on the lowest setting. When he rounds the corner, his eyes flash with desire when he spots me.

“I could get used to this,” he says, toeing off his shoes and removing his shirt.

“Good,” I basically moan.

Before he gets to the bed, he’s stripped of everything except his boxer-briefs. He settles next to my legs, his hand running from my knee, up my thigh, and his eyes trained between my legs.

“Let me,” he offers in a low tone, reaching for the toy.

I let go as he grabs hold, my eyes locked on him. When he meets my gaze again, he leans down and gives me a small kiss.

“Does it feel good?” he whispers against my lips.

I nod. “Yeah.”

“Looks fucking phenomenal,” he says, easing back to watch the toy disappear inside of me. “Stroke yourself.”

My hand grabs my cock, slowly jerking it a couple times, before saying, “You should get it wet.”

His brows quirk up, a grin on his lips. “Oh, should I?”

I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, smiling at him. “I’d appreciate it.”

Dominic changes positions, getting in between my legs and taking my cock in his mouth while still penetrating me with the massager.

“Oh, God.”

It feels incredible having both sensations happening at the same time. My cock grows even harder, and when he backs up, releasing me from his mouth, I take hold and stroke, staring him in the eye.

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” he growls. “But until you’re fully ready, I guess you’ll have to fuck me.”

My eyes widen. “Tonight?”

“Right now.”

“O-okay.”

He smirks, getting up to remove his boxer-briefs and then reaching for the lube next to me. “You got a condom here?”

I remove the toy—very cautiously, and get up to grab a condom from my dresser. As I walk back to the bed, his eyes drink me in. He strokes himself a little bit before reaching around and sliding his lubed up fingers between his cheeks.

“Lay down,” he commands.

I assumed I’d fuck him while he was bent over, but apparently he has other plans, and at this point, I’m too much of a beggar to be a chooser. I’ll take what I can get.

He gets on his knees on the mattress, and I wait for what’s gonna happen next. Snatching the condom up, he tears it open and easily rolls it down my shaft before squirting a liberal amount of lube on his hand and coating the latex. Reaching back, he slathers more on himself and then straddles me.

I bite my lip as I watch his huge muscular body settle on top of mine. I love the weight of him, and the roughness of the hair on his legs against mine.

At a torturously slow pace, he guides me into his tight warmth until he’s fully seated.

“Fuck,” I grunt, my hands running up his thighs until I grab ahold of his hips. “Oh my God.”

He moans, slowly rocking back and forth. This viewpoint has got to be the best there is. This sinfully sexy god of a man sits atop me, his muscles flexing and his face contorted with pleasure as he moves.

It doesn’t matter that I’m the one penetrating him, because he’s clearly still the one fucking me, his movements growing faster and more comfortable. He places one hand behind him, resting on my thigh as the other one presses against my chest, and he rides me like a fucking pro.

“Jesus Christ,” I moan, touching his abs and chest. “You feel so good.”

“You do,” he replies in a breathy tone. “Fuck. Touch me, Campbell,” he says, dropping his head back.

I take his cock in my hand, stroking him as he moves.

After a few minutes, I say, “Hold on,” and move up, getting into a sitting position as my back rests against the headboard.

He grabs my jaw and presses his mouth to mine, kissing me passionately as I hold him around the waist. I raise and lower my hips, pushing into him gently at first to see if he’s okay with it.

When he says, “Yeah. Fuck me.” I know he’s into it, so I push deeper.

With a hand on my throat, he turns my head and kisses and licks the side of my neck before sucking a patch of skin so hard I’m sure I’ll be left with a mark. But I don’t care. I want his mark on me just like I want his hands on me. I want his everything.

“Oh my God,” he moans into my ear.

“Kiss me.”

He does, massaging my tongue with his in a sensual caress. “Give me your tongue,” he pants after pulling away.

I stick my tongue out and he closes his lips around it, sucking on it like he’s siphoning his favorite drink. That paired with his tight ass clenching around my cock, I know I don’t have long before I come.

With a desperate moan, I pull away. “I’m gonna come if you keep it up.”

He kisses me. “Kind of the point.”

“You come first. I want it all over me.”

He groans. “Fuck, Campbell. What’re you trying to do to me?”

“Ruin you for anyone else.”

Something flashes in his eyes, but I can’t tell what it is. He simply says, “Hmm,” but it sounds like a moan as he leans back, his cock protruding between us. “Touch me, then. Ruin me.”

I take it as a challenge, using one and then both hands on his cock as he keeps his steady motion on my cock. When he’s not moving back and forth, he lifts up and down, driving both of us crazy.

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.”

I get up on my elbow and look down at him. “A blip?”

He reaches up and caresses my cheek. “Don’t get mad. I don’t want to be a blip.”

I lay back down and we fall silent for several minutes.

“I’m coming out for myself, because I want to be able to talk about you to friends or family. You—a guy I like enough to want to talk about. If we don’t end up being anything serious, you’ll still be the guy who made me feel something. Who made me not want to hide anymore. That won’t change.”

He’s quiet, and then his arms tighten around me, squeezing me to his side as he kisses my head. “Okay. I can appreciate that.”

We fall asleep shortly after, wrapped around each other. Not a worry in the world.