Page 51 of Bend Him, Break Him
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Isaac had an unblinking stare, patiently awaiting Colton’s next move.
It took some adjustments, but Colton finally got into the swing of riding Isaac’s dick, taking it faster and harder but at his discretion. That made it challenging for him, still awaiting the rush that came with Isaac slamming into him with a primal need and taking what he craved. Colton surrendered that fantasy and worked on a new one. A fantasy that required his command over the ebb and flow.
Once he found his spot, the perfect push of pressure, Colton convulsed and let out a small yip. Despite biting his lip, he hadn’t stifled the noise, and the wicked smirk on Isaac’s face suggested as much.
Colton grabbed Isaac’s crop top and held it like the reins of a horse, riding faster and faster, focused purely on hitting the sweet spot inside him with each stroke. In a matter of minutes, his rock-hard cock twitched uncontrollably and splattered a hot, sticky mess all over Isaac.
“Sorry about that.” Colton panted, lost in the rush.
“Don’t be.” Isaac kissed Colton, swallowing his exhausted panting voice. When the last of Colton’s shaky breaths eased, and the lingering convulsions ended from climaxing and the cool night weather, Isaac gently pushed the jock off him.
“What’re you doing?”
“You came.”
“Finish.” Colton squeezed Isaac’s shoulders and tightened the grip of his legs around Isaac’s hips, unrelenting. “You said I was in charge tonight, so I’m taking charge.”
“You look good on top.” Isaac smiled, cute and sweet and devious as his hands tightened around Colton’s waist. “You ready for me to finish? Really finish?”
Colton nodded and braced himself for Isaac’s sudden thrusts. There was no slow start, no easy flow, just quick and powerfulstrokes as Isaac bucked upward into Colton, pushing the jock down onto his dick and holding him in place with a powerful hug until he came.
Isaac leaned into Colton, groaning. His dick had slipped out, but he continued his erratic thrusts, sliding his cock against the crack of Colton’s ass. The two took heavy breaths until they were capable of composing themselves and leaving the baseball field.
Chapter Sixteen
Isaachad begun to lose himself in the routine he had established for Colton. Their days spent together were supposed to be compensation for his time lost lurking in the shadows for Colton’s convenience, supposed to be an acknowledgment of the control he surrendered, supposed to be some warped revenge, but Colton liked the authority used on him, and Issac liked how much Colton enjoyed submitting.
Their arrangement was no longer held in check by Isaac’s devious actions, though part of him clung to the fact none of this would’ve happened without his hatred. A hate he still couldn’t let go of when he spent time with Colton. It didn’t burn quite as hot, but he found himself too paranoid, too bitter, too Isaac to simply release the past and take pleasure in the now.
“Looks like we’re gonna have to wrap this up,” Colton said quite mischievously as he pulled Isaac from his stirring thoughts. “I know it’s important to study. Lesson learned. I can’t wait until the next one.”
Since Colton couldn’t handle independent study sessions, Isaac took it upon himself to assist with the occasional tutoring. Colton wasn’t stupid, but he definitely leaned into that mentality and allowed himself to flounder. That irked Isaac to no end.
“We’re not finished.” Isaac pointed to the chapters Colton had left to review, the equations he hadn’t even begun, and then opened his blank Word document to show Colton still hadn’t created a thesis statement. “You don’t even know your topic yet, which you need in order to pick out your sources.”
“It’ll be fine. I’ll just wing it. That usually works.”
“I’ve read your winging it papers; they suck.”
“The best guys do,” Colton said with extra sass.
He hadn’t gotten to the point of public pride about his sexual exploits, which meant Isaac had to endure an extra layer of bravado when they were alone. After all, Colton only had Isaac to brag to about his dick-sucking skills, among his many other newly acquired talents.
“Look, I know you wanted an updated schedule, and I’m not complaining…much.” Colton swiveled in the office chair, rocking a bit until his knee pressed between Isaac’s legs. “But, peryourschedule, we should be moving on to other things.”
Isaac had added two days of tutoring in his dorm room, which coincided with time they could then use for screwing. It was convenient to schedule them back-to-back since they’d already be in Isaac’s room.
“I don’t need to schedule sex,” Isaac said, pushing Colton’s leg away and turning him back to the desk.
“Yet you’re the one who did.” Colton huffed, pissy because he’d grown accustomed to getting his way when it came to intimacy. Sure, he submitted to Isaac’s whims, but as the slack of his emotional collar loosened, Isaac gave Colton more and more control, more voice during their hookups.
And yes, Isaac still had sex on the busy schedule he’d concocted for Colton, but it was more a reminder. So much of his time was spent on the mundane day-to-day tasks with Colton that sometimes, Isaac almost lost himself to the idea of an actual relationship, which this most certainly was not.
“Look, I can screw you whenever I want, whenever is convenient for me and my cock,” Isaac hissed with a deep breathy voice on the back of Colton’s ear.
The quiver it provoked sent a rush of heat spiraling through Isaac.
