Page 121 of Dissolving Prejudice

He let out another laugh before getting inside the bathroom, and it almost felt like everything was okay until I heard the door closing behind him, and once again, I remembered this was all a distraction—a way of pushing him and myself away from our real issues. But maybe everything really was fine, and this was just a phase? I looked back at the mess I’d left on the counter, then decided to go and finish our dinner. It seemed like tonight was going well, and knowing us, I didn’t want to ruin it with heavy talks.

“First, you cook us dinner. Now this?” Camilo grinned as he made himself more comfortable on the couch while I moved to sit on the floor between his legs.

“Please,” I huffed, my fingers working on unzipping his pants. “With you letting me stay here for free, the least I can do is repay you by being a good house-boyfriend.” I licked my lips at the sight of the bulge in his dark sweatpants. “Besides, not being much of a cook, I can only rely on my other capabilities.” I smirked while glancing up to meet his amused stare.

Shaking his head, he moved a hand over his face before sinking deeper into the couch and spreading his legs a bit wider. “You’re naughty tonight, aren’t you, kitten?”

“You know I can’t help it…” I said and pulled down his sweatpants to free his cock, which nearly slapped my cheek in the process. Lucky me.

Licking my lips at the sight of the flushed crown of his cock, I pressed my thumb to the tip, just to get a reaction from Camilo, before I pulled the foreskin back to reveal his glorious cock. Enjoying the sounds of his breaths turning heavier with his growing arousal, I parted my lips and took him in. With my eyes closed, I used my tongue at the same time as I massaged his balls in my palm.

“Don’t you just love having a mouth full of cock?” he teased, his words both humiliating and arousing at the same time.

I did, in fact, want to suck Camilo’s cock tonight. But more importantly, I wanted to make him feel good, and I knew how much he loved my mouth. And from the way he was fisting my hair and encouraging me to go faster, I knew he was having a great time. Ready to deep-throat the fuck out of him, I breathed through my nose and relaxed my throat. Prepared to be choked by his dick, I noticed something was off. For some reason, it didn’t feel like he was getting harder, as he usually would at this stage. Instead, his cock was slowly getting softer. So, I tried harder. Using my tongue, I drew a path along his shaft before licking down his length and then up to his crown. I then took him in again and sucked him slow and deep, for no use. His dick stopped responding, and by now, all I had was a sore jaw and a limp sausage in my mouth. Understanding it was pointless, I pulled back and frowned at his lack of erection.

“What the fuck?” were the first words that spilled out of my mouth. It might have been harsh, but at that moment, my ego was hurt.

Camilo tsked before he tucked himself back in his sweatpants. “That shit happens sometimes,” he said, then got up.

Still on the floor, I half turned to face him. “Not to us, it doesn’t,” I snarled before getting up to my feet.

“Fuck off, Shay-Lee. So I lost my hard-on, big fucking deal,” he grunted with his back to me while he filled himself a glass of water in the sink.

“It is a big fucking deal.” With my ego still hurt, I took a deep breath and fixed my hair into a tight knot. “You never get soft, I mean—shit. You fucked me when you were down with the flu. Remember that?” He didn’t turn to look at me, so I went on. “You were burning with fever, and you were still able to fuck me six ways to Sunday, asshole.”

He shook his head before slamming his glass on the counter. “I’m just tired, okay?”

“Yeah, I know!” I snapped, and he turned to see the distress in my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I held my hands close to my chest and moved toward him. “I know you’re tired. That’s the whole fucking problem, Camilo.”

His jaw twitched before he looked aside. “It’s ’cause of work.”

“It’s because you don’t sleep.” I stepped closer to him. “It’s because you’re afraid to sleep.” I placed my hands on his chest. “Tell me what keeps you up at night, Camilo?”

He kept his lips sealed as if it was a secret he wasn’t willing to share.

“Please.” My fingers trembled as I reached to touch his jaw.

He dared to look me in the eyes, and the moment he did, my heart broke with all the pain he was holding in.

“Please, just let me help you.”

“You can’t.” He pushed my hand and moved away.

“So what am I supposed to do?” I asked, my eyes locked on his empty glass. “Just stand by and watch you dissolve into nothing?” I slowly turned to face him, tears already burning in my eyes. “Because I won’t.”

His eyes latched on to mine as a scared expression overtook his face. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

I was just about to say something stupid like, “Then I’ll break up with you,” when a thought occurred to me.

I grabbed his helmet from the counter and tossed it at him.

He caught it.

“Shay-Lee?”

“Come. I want to take you somewhere.”

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