Page 34 of Breaking Free

“Oh, to be the popular rich kid who lives in a three bedroom house before he’s twenty-one? To have gay and bi friends but is still too afraid to come out? To want dick but be too much of a pussy to act on it? No, I don’t know what that’s like.”

My resolve snaps, and I rush forward, shoving him back. He stumbles, but rights himself, standing taller than me by a few inches. “What do you wanna do, Campbell?” he asks, chest heaving. “You wanna fight me?”

He crowds me, bringing his body closer to mine while his head angles downward to study my face. I take a step back, my fists balled at my sides. His hand shoots out and grabs my throat, forcing me to look at him.

“Or do you wanna fuck?”

His large hand squeezes my throat but his eyes are full of desire. He has no intention of fighting me. I know what he wants. I want it too.

I don’t say anything, I just press my lips to his in a viscous kiss.

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He doesn’t say anything.Words aren’t needed right now. Our bodies do the talking. He grasps the back of my head with one hand while the other cups my ass, bringing me as close to him as possible. I have one hand on his neck while the other digs into his back. Our cocks grind against each other through the confines of our jeans.

Dominic bites my lip, and I let loose a growl before I thrust my tongue back into this mouth, forcing him to taste the blood he’s drawn.

His hand moves to my hair, tugging hard on the strands until he separates us. “Let’s go to your room.”

I lick the wound on my lip before spinning around and hurrying down the hall with him on my tail. Once inside, before I even have a chance to turn around, Dominic shoves me onto the bed and I land on my stomach.

“Hey,” I start to protest.

He lowers his body onto mine and his mouth touches the nape of my neck, planting a soft kiss there before he gets on his knees and tries pulling my shirt off.

I help him out, adjusting my position so I can rip the shirt off and toss it away. He gets off the bed and says, “Turn over.”

I do it, watching him undress. His eyes never leave mine and my erection grows painfully hard as he takes his time removing his shirt and undoing his pants.

His body is perfect—someone who is clearly very disciplined in his workout routine and diet. Yeah, a lot of the guys on the team have good bodies, but his is unreal. His shoulders are wide and thick, his chest full, and yet his waist still trim and stomach hard with muscles.

“Undress,” he tells me, his boxer-briefs still on, but leaving very little to the imagination.

I kick off my shoes and shove my pants down to my ankles where he reaches down and rips them off.

“Come here,” he commands, rubbing a hand over his erection.

I sit up and scoot to the foot of the bed, planting my feet on the floor on either side of his. He gently runs his fingers through my hair before he forces my head back, bringing his thumb to my lips.

“I want you to suck me off.”

I’m ready to nod and open my mouth, so fucking needy for his cock. I almost hate myself for how much I want him. For how desperate I am to touch him.

“But I’m not sure you deserve to.”

His hand dips into this underwear, and he strokes himself, his crown peeking out from behind the waistband.

I lick my lips.

“You spent all night ignoring me, avoiding me, and then trying to make me jealous.”

He pushes his boxer-briefs down to mid-thigh, allowing his erection to spring free right in front of me, but inches from my mouth. Dominic touches himself, teasing me.

“I thought you weren’t jealous,” I say, finally looking away from his thick cock and into his eyes.

“I said you were trying to make me jealous, not that you succeeded.”

He moves a little closer, his hand cupping my cheek while his other hand strokes his length. The crown of his cock is so close to my mouth and it glistens with pre-cum. I lick my lips, anxious to taste him, but he keeps himself just out of reach.

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