Page 59 of Bend Him, Break Him
When Colton felt the air shift and Isaac’s presence vanish, he went to raise his head.
“Don’t.”
The order made him quake, and he obeyed. Isaac returned a moment later, slapping his hand between Colton’s cheeks and roughly lubing him up before unceremoniously shoving his cock inside him.
Colton groaned into the mattress at the suddenness, the brutal thrust which gutted him immediately.
“You are mine,” Isaac said, burying his cock all the way to the base, letting his balls slap Colton’s.
Despite the fierce strokes, which made Colton whimper, Isaac’s touch remained gentle. His hands caressed Colton’s body, running up and down his back to ease him into an arch. They carefully avoided his tender cheeks; even the angle at which his hips bucked barely bounced against the sensitive skin. Isaac railed into Colton faster and harder until Colton couldn’t contain himself.
He lifted his head to moan, to tell him he was cumming again, to beg for it, but Isaac pushed Colton’s head back down. WhenColton convulsed, Isaac’s strokes eased, and one of his hands went to work yanking Colton’s cock until a jet of cum shot out.
After he’d poured his load, he lay there euphoric and delirious and relishing the heavy panting of Isaac as he growled and raged until finally shooting his seed inside Colton.
The pair gasped and lay sprawled out on the bed, too exhausted to move, to speak, to even think.
“I’ll leave it up to you if we go with such a harsh punishment in the future,” Isaac said as if he could read Colton’s mind. Most of the time, he seemed to always know what the jock thought—even with just a glance.
“Maybe I’ll be such a good boy you’ll have to think of rewards instead of punishments.”
“Oh?” Isaac trailed his fingers along Colton’s slick skin. “I think you’re far too feisty to be a good boy.”
“Hmmm.” Colton contemplated. “Guess it’ll come down to which you do better.”
Isaac raised his eyebrows questioningly.
“Praise or punishment.”
“I’ve got a masters in both.”
“Got a masters in being cocky.”
“Damn right.”
This was everything Colton wanted. Almost. They kept flourishing, but Colton felt like a potted plant that needed to be taken out into the garden. He wanted more from Isaac, and he believed Isaac wanted more, too. Maybe he just didn’t know how to express it or ask for it, or maybe he didn’t expect it.
“When is this going to turn into something real?”
“It is real,” Isaac said, still trailing his fingers along Colton’s smooth chest. They looked like little feet wearing fancy shoes because of Isaac’s shiny black nail polish.
“I mean something more than just screwing.”
“It is something more. We’re exclusive. Dom and sub paired together emotionally and physically. If you can’t see that that is more than screwing, maybe we need to discuss what your needs are and how I haven’t met them.”
That sounded like Isaac was on the verge of a lecture, warming up so he could hurl confusing words at Colton, which he had no intention of allowing.
“I wanna hold your hand.”
“Okay.” Isaac slid his hand over to Colton’s and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“In public. And I wanna kiss you. I wanna tell people about you. Show you off. Brag. Make people—well, weirded out because you’re so you—but also make them a little jealous because who doesn’t want a scary little goth guy they can fit in their pocket?”
“Fit in your pocket?” Isaac scoffed. “You can barely fit me in your ass.”
“Stop being so literal.” Colton pulled his hand away. “I want more, Isaac. I want you. I know this started weird and not at all how relationships go, but I’ve never had a right relationship, anyway. You’re the happiest I’ve ever been. You’re making me better, brighter, bolder. I want more out of this.”
“That type of commitment is asking a lot, all things considered.”
