Page 18 of Bend Him, Break Him
“No.” Colton’s voice cracked. “I meant us. The arrangement. Just get this over with. Or started. Or started and over for tonight.”
Isaac’s jaw dropped. “Are you seriously agreeing to my outlandish terms? You’ll let me use your mouth whenever I want? Let me fuck your throat until you can’t breathe?”
Colton looked down and nodded.
“You’ll be my personal cum bucket whenever I want?”
Colton’s Adam’s apple bulged as he swallowed profane words, and he silently nodded.
“You’ll bend over and let me fuck that tight jock ass?”
Colton glowered, nostrils flaring. There it was. There was the line Colton didn’t want to cross, the one Isaac had seemingly set specifically to force him to back down. Back out.
“You don’t wanna do this, do you?” Colton asked.
“Fuck you? Hell yeah, I do.”
“Then why are you trying to get me to reject it?”
“Because I’m not strong enough to,” Isaac said with a breathy sigh. “You fucking threw me for a loop by offering your mouth. One and done wouldn’t clear the board, wouldn’t do anything except leave me wanting to use you more. So, I went with a real proposition, a twisted idea, a fantasy worth fulfilling. Something with the power of holding you in check for the semester.”
“Then do that,” Colton pleaded. “We can have that arrangement. You don’t need the other stuff.”
Isaac glared. “I do need the other stuff. I need to feel you buckle beneath me as I fuck all that confidence out of you. I need to feel your hole clamp down onto my cock as I pound away your pride and ego and your fucking arrogance. I need absolute control over you and your life. That is how I get my power back. That is how I win.”
It became clear that Isaac wanted to break Colton, and he wanted Colton to go willingly into this arrangement or be the one to back out. Perhaps Isaac understood how deranged he sounded. What Colton had allowed to happen in high school was cruel beyond measure. But if Isaac did this, would he be any better than Colton?
“You’re worried you’ll be worse than me,” Colton said. “That’s why you want me to reject it.”
“You never know if you’ve overplayed your hand until you set the card down.” Isaac smirked. “Since we both know you’re not about to take it in the ass, I think it’s time we send that email.”
Colton could reject the proposition the same way he’d rejected Isaac. He could put an end to this sordid rekindling of what-the-fuck-ever they were once upon a time.
“You wanna fuck me?” Colton pulled off his shirt and threw it to the ground. “Huh?”
Isaac’s eyes widened as Colton kicked off his sneakers, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down to his ankles before tossing them across the room with his foot.
“Then fuck me.” Colton snarled, his fury sparked anew. “Fuck me right now.”
Colton would surrender himself to Isaac. It would spare him from losing his future, and perhaps it would right what had gone wrong between him and Isaac. Colton didn’t believe that part, but he yearned for it all the same.
Chapter Eight
Isaaccouldn’t flat-out reject the proposition. That was the point of pushing too far, too hard, and forcing Colton back out.
Even if every part of Isaac wanted to direct Colton to his knees and use him the same way he’d been used time and time again in high school. It took everything he had to let that little part of him die when pushing Colton beyond his comfort zone. The bastard was supposed to reject the arrangement, not strip off his clothes and demand to be fucked.
And sure, it was mostly bluster. Isaac could see that in Colton’s shaky stance, completely unaware of what awaited him if he went down this path. Colton was supposed to accept whatever academic fallout would soon befall him, not accept the outlandish terms Isaac had set. It was the ultimate authoritative trip of his life, and Isaac couldn’t deny the desire any longer. Notwith a perfectly sculpted Colton standing before him, ready and willing to serve.
Colton stood in his tight red boxer briefs, his junk appearing so much bigger in the form-fitting fabric than Isaac recalled.
Completely unveiled from his outfit, Isaac found his eyes scanning every inch of Colton’s perfect flesh. Unblemished tanned skin. Muscles everywhere, none too big, but so fucking firm. Colton took heavy, angry breaths which made his six-pack flex tightly, made his pecs swell and deflate in the most inviting manner. Christ, Isaac found himself lost in the curve of Colton’s tight waist. How could a guy have such broad shoulders, such big biceps, such a wide chest, and still possess a waist so slim? Colton’s thick muscular thighs only added to the subtle hourglass shape.
Isaac blushed, a bit frazzled at taking in Colton’s body again, seeing how much he’d grown in the three years since they last interacted. Honestly, he was a bit embarrassed he’d intended to challenge Colton, hoping the first night would turn into a fistfight. Yes, Isaac was confident in his self-defense techniques, but seeing all the muscles underneath those clothes made him question his skills.
“It’s just sex,” Colton said firmly, but Isaac saw the struggle to maintain his composure. “I’ve had plenty of sex. It doesn’t mean anything. You wanna fuck me, fine. No big deal.”
Sure, he said it with conviction, but Isaac heard the crack in his voice, the nervousness of submission. As Colton slipped his hands under the elastic, Isaac watched it snag at the curve of Colton’s firm bubble butt.
