Breaking Free by Isabel Lucero

37

A little overthree weeks go by without either of us mentioning that four letter word—love. He never acts uncomfortable or nervous, so I don’t think he’s aware he said it. But it’s all I can think about.

We spend nearly every day together. If I’m not working, I’m with him. Most of our days are full. We have school, practice, football games, and then I go to my job from early evening to early in the morning. We’ve been to a few more parties as a couple, but I’ve just realized I’ve never taken him out on a proper date.

“Hey, Trev,” I yell from the bathroom.

“Yeah?” He pops in a few seconds later, looking sexy as fuck in only a pair of basketball shorts, his hair still wet from the shower.

“I’m off on Saturday. I’m taking you on a date.”

His bright eyes and wide smile make my heart stutter in my chest. “Yeah?”

“I don’t know why we haven’t done it yet.”

He shrugs. “We stay pretty busy.”

“Well, clear your schedule.”

“Done.”

“Come kiss me.”

He saunters in and kisses me. “Done.”

“Mm. I like this game. Touch me.”

His eyes drop to the towel around my waist, and with one quick movement the towel falls and his hand wraps around my cock. “Done.” His voice is breathier now.

“Kiss me again.” When he leans in to push his lips to mine, I pull back. “Lower.”

His teeth drag across his bottom lip before he drops to his knees and plants teasing kisses across my lower stomach. “Here?” he asks, mischief in his eyes.

“You know where.”

His soft lips leave small kisses on my shaft, his eyes flickering up to me right before his tongue snakes out and licks the underside of my erection.

“Oh fuck,” I groan. He takes me to the back of his throat and I hunch over, placing my hand on the counter behind him. “I love being in your mouth.”

He moans before reaching a hand into his shorts to stroke himself.

“Get up,” I say, helping him. “Drop the shorts and turn around.”

While he does that, I rush into his bedroom and grab the lube and bring it back to the bathroom. I’m dying to be inside him, so I make quick work of prepping him before I slather the liquid on my cock.

“Watch me fuck you,” I tell him, making eye contact in the mirror.

I slide in, holding onto his hips while I move in and out. His face contorts, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip while his head drops back, exposing his neck. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, and then his lips part as he gasps.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

His head comes down and our gazes connect. I lean over his back and kiss his neck before nibbling my way to his collarbone, all while my hips rock back and forth, taking me in and out of his tight hole.

“God, you feel so good,” I breathe.

He moans, and I stand up straight and lift his knee to rest on the counter.

“Oh God, Dominic,” he pants, his head dropping down and his muscles flexing in his back as he grips the side of the counter. “Fuck, baby,” he whispers.

“Tell me how it feels,” I growl.

“So good,” he says between moans. “You fuck me so good.”

I growl and grip him tighter, moving a little faster. “I love being inside you. I love...everything about you.”

He makes a noise between a gasp and a cry, and I go harder and deeper, but keep the pace steady. He reaches between his legs and starts stroking his dick.

“Oh fuck,” I roar, my orgasm hitting hard. I’m nothing but moans and gasps after that, my body nearly going limp afterwards.

Trevor makes the sexiest noises as he strokes himself, watching me come apart behind him. I pull out and spin him around, dropping to my knees in front of him. “In my mouth,” I say. “Come in my mouth.”

With one hand on my head, he strokes himself until his eyes close and his mouth opens wide as he cries out. “Shit.”

Warm liquid hits my tongue and then I take his crown in my mouth and lick and suck until he’s given me every last drop.

When I stand up, there’s something in the way he looks at me that gives me pause. He’s studying me carefully, and whatever he’s thinking seems to be on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t say anything. I have a feeling it’s what I said. I said I love everything about him. It was very close to being I love you. He must know that loving everything about someone has to mean something.

“Sorry I dirtied you up after your shower.”

His lips pull up on one side. “No, you’re not.”

“True.”

And like that, we move past it. But I have a plan.

* * *

When I showup to his house on Saturday night, I’m dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button up with a black and white striped tie. Since it’s winter, I’m also wearing a black overcoat.

He opens the door, looking handsome in his own pair of black pants, a gray sweater over a white collared shirt, and a black leather jacket.

I give him a slow once over. “Damn, Campbell. Lookin’ good. Got plans?”

He smirks. “You can change them,” he replies, reaching out and tugging me into him, kissing me like he hasn’t seen me in weeks.

“Don’t tempt me,” I say against his lips. “Trying to do this boyfriend thing right.”

I take his hand and escort him to the passenger side of my car, opening the door for him. He gives me a look like, really?

“Humor me.”

He rolls his eyes, but his smile lets me know he’s anything but annoyed. He gets in and I walk around to my side. It takes almost half an hour to get to the restaurant, but that’s mostly because the roads are covered in a fresh layer of snow. It stopped a little while ago, but the trucks haven’t had time to clear all the roads yet, and people are being cautious.

Downtown, where the restaurant is, buildings and businesses are lit up for Christmas. Lights twinkle in windows and on trees, and the snow really makes it look like a winter wonderland.

Once we get to the restaurant, we’re taken to our table immediately. It’s full of people, but we get seated in a corner that gives us a sense of privacy.

“Have you been here before?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Nope. It’s really nice though.”

“Let’s hope the food is nice.”

The waiter arrives and takes our drink and appetizer order while we continue to look over the menu. Once we’ve decided on what we want and tell the waiter, I reach across the table and grab his hand.

“You look good enough to eat.”

His cheeks redden. “We could've stayed home.”

“But I want everyone to know you’re mine,” I say with a grin.

“Then I guess it’s okay.”

The waiter drops off our appetizer and drinks, and me and Trev talk about everything from football—both he and I are now starting every game and doing pretty damn good, to what everyone else is doing for Christmas break. Dex, Vi, Renzo, and Ronan are apparently taking a trip together, and Jay is going to visit his family.

“My mom’s thinking about moving,” I tell him.

“Why? I thought she just paid a good chunk on the mortgage.”

“She did, but now she’s thinking she wants to live closer to town so she’s closer to work. She complains about the commute, plus I think she’s hit this point where she no longer cares about salvaging memories. She needs a fresh start away from a place that was so toxic.

“Makes sense.”

“It’ll probably take a little bit. She’ll need to sell the house and hopefully get some money out of it, but with her new job, she’s making enough to be able to get a small place.”

He nods and then the waiter drops our food off. After we eat and talk about how good everything is, we decide to pass on dessert.

“Back home?” he asks, biting his lip briefly.

“Not yet,” I say with a laugh, holding his hand as we walk back outside.

Instead of heading back to the car, I go in the opposite direction, and we stroll hand-in-hand on the sidewalk, looking at all the window displays and eventually come to the winter garden area.

The trees are completely covered in different lights, and pathways are marked with ground lights, guiding you as you enjoy all the Christmas pop-ups. There’s snowmen, reindeer, and little cottages where you can stop for hot cocoa or cider. Kids gather around one house where Santa and Mrs. Clause are, taking pictures.

“I love this,” he says, squeezing my hand. “Guess I’m still a kid at heart.”

“Who doesn’t enjoy Christmas lights?”

We get to a part where there’s a few benches surrounding an outdoor heater, so I sit him down next to me and shift to face him.

“Thank you for this,” he says before I can say anything. “Thank you for everything.” He looks at me then, his eyes studying my face.

“You don’t have to thank me. I want you to be happy.”

“Well, I am. With you, I always am.”

I hold his chin between my thumb and forefinger and give him a kiss. “I think you make me a better person.”

When a few snowflakes begin to fall, I decide this is a better time than any. I open my mouth to say the three words I’ve been dying to say for a little while now.

“I love you.”

I blink at him, my lips parted, because he said it at the same time I did.

We both chuckle a little. “What did you say?” I ask.

“I love you.”

“No, I love you.”

He laughs. “We love each other.”

I grab his face and kiss him. When I pull away, I hold his hand and put it on my thigh.

“God, I’ve been holding it in. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“I thought it was just me,” he says, exhaling loudly. We study each other, our matching wide smiles plastered on our faces. “You love me.”

“I do, and I love that you love me, too.”

“Can I show you how much?” he asks, spreading his fingers across my thigh.

“Oh, baby. You can spend all night showing me how much, and I’ll spend as long as you’ll let me, proving that I do.”

“Oh God. Let’s go home. Santa and these kids don’t need to see all the things I want to do to you right now.”