Page 52 of Bend Him, Break Him
“But I can’t fuck you if you fail out by midterms, so get your ass in gear and take these study sessions seriously.”
Colton groaned, dramatic and whiny and slightly similar to how he’d act in high school when butting heads with the rare teacher who challenged the academic slack offered to the athletes of the school.
“So, nothing’s happening today?”
Isaac took long, slow blinks, staring at Colton’s irritated expression.
“Not a damn thing?”
“Something’s gonna happen.”
“Oh?” Colton twirled his pencil. “Do tell.”
“Well, if you work hard and diligently,” Isaac dragged out the words slowly, letting Colton’s imagination fill in the pieces.
The green in Colton’s eyes shimmered as he possibly predicted that, with solid effort, he could still end his evening getting off.
“By showing how dedicated you are…” Isaac whispered, knowing his breathy words on the back of Colton’s ears only further tantalized and teased him. “Then today, what will happen is that you’ll learn something.”
“Learn you’re a boring tease.”
“What? You said nothing was happening right now.” Isaac tapped the textbook. “We’ve got lots of stuff going on right now.”
Colton dropped his head onto the textbook and lay there unmoving, just pouting until he realized Isaac didn’t care. With his tantrum slightly curbed, Colton returned to his assignments and pestered Isaac every five minutes with a question. Even with things he already comprehended. Isaac was certain this was Colton’s bratty behavior showing. Perhaps too much leeway from Isaac as of late, or maybe a test to see if he could rouse Isaac into teaching him manners instead of coursework. In either case, Isaac would reprimand Colton later.
Chapter Seventeen
Isaaconly teased Colton about his studies for another day or so before they resumed their regular routine. The swift and brutal thrusts made Colton cum unlike anything else. In fact, the few days off and Colton’s patience had paid off brilliantly.
When Isaac slammed into him, it didn’t take much for Colton to throb, having refrained from jerking since it no longer offered the same level of release but instead a pale imitation. Isaac, as always, took his time when fucking Colton in the privacy of the dorm room suite. Some twisted song by a creepy band called Nine Inch Nails played on a loop, encouraging the primal pace of Isaac’s hips as he rammed Colton.
The chorus of the song Closer fueled Isaac’s need to fuck Colton like an animal, use him and breed him, and pound him deep into the mattress. Even without touching his cock, Coltoncame, squirming beneath Isaac with a hungry need for more. And Isaac delivered until he finally buckled himself, depositing his seed deep inside Colton and gingerly stroking the jock’s damp hair as he gave him sweet kisses along his neck before reaching his lips.
Once they’d finished, Isaac collapsed on top of Colton, letting the full weight of his body pin him. For such a small guy, Isaac kept Colton confined. Colton focused on the warmth of Isaac’s skin, the firm touch of his arms and legs wrapped around Colton’s arm, and not the pool of cum splattered on the blanket beneath him. The pair lay motionless on the bed for close to an hour with Isaac’s soft dick still inside of Colton. It was something Isaac referred to as cock warming, and he’d done it off and on with Colton as a way to help his ass adjust to the regular intrusion of such a big dick.
“I’m thirsty,” Colton finally said.
“Should’ve swallowed my load when you had the chance.”
“Isaac,” Colton whined, which provoked an immediate response.
The domineering goth grumbled, gently shifting himself off Colton. There was a small pop as his slick dick slipped out of Colton, and then he kissed the jock on the back of the neck before rolling off the bed. He quickly retrieved a bottle of water from his mini fridge and some flavor packets in case Colton craved the flavor.
That made Colton smile as he rolled onto his side and took the water. He didn’t need or want the packets, but he liked the small gesture. He liked all of Isaac’s thoughtful gestures, even if he never elaborated on their purpose or acknowledged them as anything more than a simple whim he had. Isaac refused to take a thank you, refused anything kind most days.
Explaining himself was never Isaac’s strong suit, but Colton yearned for conversation almost as much as he craved Isaac’s body. A body covered in tattoos, which were fully exposed as Isaac stood naked by the bed. He waited for Colton to finish gulping down the water before tumbling back onto the mattress.
“What’s the deal with the tattoos?” Colton asked, curious and hopeful this might be the sort of thing to encourage Isaac to explain something about himself.
“I get bored and don’t suffer from indecisive decisions.”
“There’s more to it than that.”
“It’s also proof I don’t have self-control and should never be trusted with money.”
Colton nudged Isaac, glowering.
“I also like the pretty colors.” Isaac batted his long lashes, proving to be as reluctant as ever.
