Page 96 of Bend Him, Break Him
“But—pun intended,” Isaac said with a soft laugh until Colton made a sour face.
Colton worried this was leaning on the verge of a learning moment. “No fancy talking.”
“Fine.” Isaac smirked. “I can’t stop thinking about it. Wondering. Craving. Wanting you inside me. I want to feel you in every way, and I want you to feel me, too. If you’re comfortable exploring this side—”
“Hell yeah!” Colton playfully tossed Isaac off him and pinned him beneath him on the bed.
Their lips mashed, and Colton rubbed his hands across Isaac’s skin, imagining every sensation he’d elicit, every sound. Their bodies pressed against each other, moving rhythmically as Colton lost himself in the taste of Isaac’s mouth.
When they rolled back onto their sides, Isaac pulled away just enough to take a breath.
“Someone’s energetic.” Isaac rolled onto his stomach, positioning himself slightly but leaving room for Colton to make adjustments.
If he were anything like Isaac, Colton would be bending him to just the right angles. In truth, Colton didn’t know what to do next. How much he wanted to assert himself.
Delicately, Colton traced his fingertips down Isaac’s back. The tremble it elicited from Isaac excited Colton, stirring an eagerness inside him. As his hand reached the small of Isaac’s back, he let his palm rest there for a moment, guiding anddemanding an arch from his boyfriend. Isaac obediently moved, turning his head so his piercing blue eyes met Colton’s.
Resting on his side, he continued running his hand down Isaac’s backside. First, he cupped Isaac’s right cheek, admiring his little bubble butt. Then, he traced his fingers further, running them along the hairs on the back of Isaac’s thigh. Christ, his thighs were so muscular despite how slender he was overall.
Isaac’s frame had always been solid, but since joining Colton regularly at the gym, he’d become this compact muscle twink. Well, not a twink exactly, but Isaac certainly wasn’t a jock either. There had to be a word for it.
“What’s so funny?” Isaac asked.
Colton shook his head, burying his musings and sitting up to position himself behind Isaac.
“It’s nothing,” he answered. “Just nerves is all.”
“Don’t be nervous. I’m not.”
“You’re not?”
“With you?” Isaac craned his neck just enough so Colton could see the happiness in his expression. “Never.”
Colton gently adjusted Isaac’s hips, lowering him some. Each passing second made his heart beat faster, racing as he anxiously tried to ready himself and Isaac. His knees sank deeper into the mattress than he preferred, and he found himself already breaking into a sweat. Nervously, he fumbled to open the lube bottle.
“Relax.” Isaac playfully bucked against him, rubbing his crack against Colton’s shaft. That was quite the sensation. It sent a surge of exhilaration coursing through Colton. He squeezed just a bit of lube out, letting it drizzle down Isaac’s crack, to which he let out the softest yip from the sensation.
“Relax,” Colton teased as he continued grinding against Isaac.
The motion eased the nervous tension, ready to burst inside him. The warmth of Isaac’s body, the softness of his skin, and the blissful sensation that came with each stroke helped distract Colton. It helped excite Colton. Soon, he found himself more eager than anxious. Every time he bucked his hips, the heat of Isaac’s hole called to him.
“Are you ready?”
“Wouldn’t be here ass up if I wasn’t.” Isaac craned his neck, smirking.
“Might have to rail out a bit of the feistiness tonight.”
“Don’t get cocky.”
“Face down.” Colton rested his elbow between Isaac’s shoulder blades and pressed his whole forearm against the back of Isaac’s head. His fingers gripped his boyfriend’s hair as he shoved his face into the pillows. “And arch for me.”
There was a quiver in Isaac’s body that rippled and sent a euphoric wave of anticipation through Colton. Isaac obediently arched and pushed his ass up against Colton more and more.
Using his free hand, Colton guided his dick into Isaac. The muffled groans Isaac released into the pillow helped steady Colton’s approach. Slowly, he pushed the head of his cock past the ring.
“Oooooh, fuck,” he said, letting his dick adjust to the tightness of Isaac’s hole.
Barely an inch inside him, and already the sensation had him floating. After a minute of allowing Isaac to adjust—and quite honestly himself—Colton pushed further in.
