Page 27 of Bend Him, Break Him
Colton panted, unable to breathe and turning his head to the side.
There was a beauty in his exhausted face that Isaac wanted to savor forever, but each second he stared made him that much closer to cumming.
The whimpers escaping Colton’s lips as he took the railing brought Isaac to the edge of his climax, forcing him to change his pace yet again.
He needed to change his position but fuck, it felt so good straddling Colton’s ass and riding him.
With one hand pressed to the back of Colton’s neck, Isaac held him in place. With his other hand, Isaac began smacking Colton’s ass cheek.
The suddenness sparked a yelp from Colton, which was quickly replaced by a muffled groan as he let his face sink back into the mattress.
“Mmmfffmm.”
“Lift your head,” Isaac said with a loud smack.
Colton moaned as he obeyed, hair and expression equally disheveled from constantly retreating to the blanket.
Isaac slapped Colton’s ass harder, rhythmically syncing his thrusts so every third pump, he could hammer his hand down against Colton’s cheek.
Lubing up his hand, Isaac reached around, sliding his slick fingers between the bed and Colton’s hip. Colton’s cock was rock-hard and throbbing. Between the fine fabric of the comforter and Isaac’s aggressive pounding, Colton’s dick leaked precum, twitching.
Isaac gripped Colton’s cock and let it slide in between his fisted hand.
The moans Colton unleashed were euphoric, nearly making Isaac cum right then and there, but he wanted to ensure Colton finished first. He owed Colton that much.
Maybe he didn’t owe Colton anything. Maybe the only thing these two men owed each other was a promise to walk away and never look back.
But Colton didn’t want that. He wanted to surrender to Isaac.
He wanted to give him control; he wanted to be obedient.
“You like this?” Isaac bit Colton’s ear as he continued stroking the man, fucking him with pent-up passion and fury that intertangled in the most bizarre way. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” Colton moaned through gritted teeth, barely capable of speaking.
“Prove it.” Isaac licked Colton’s neck, kissing him from his nape to his jawline. “Cum for me. Cum now.”
Colton groaned, desperate and pleading as he continued taking Isaac’s cock, his own so close Isaac could feel it each time he rubbed.
Changing his approach, Isaac grabbed the head of Colton’s dick, letting his lubed palm press against the most sensitive nerves and massage the tip with the illusion of a warm mouth.
The way Colton bucked forward, pulling his ass away from Isaac’s cock so he could ram his dick into Isaac’s hand, brought a snarl of satisfaction from the assertive goth. He jerked Colton’s dick faster, steadying the pace of his strokes to Colton’s panting pleasure.
“Aaaaaagh.” Colton came hard, his body convulsing beneath Isaac, which only brought Isaac closer to the precipice of release.
“Look at me.” Isaac snatched a fistful of Colton’s sweaty black hair and locked his eyes on the moaning man beneath him.
Colton’s sparkling green eyes rolled back, lost to the pleasure, and Isaac moved in to kiss him.
He wanted to taste the sound of Colton’s orgasm.
Every time Colton moaned, Isaac slammed into him again, extending the groans that came with Colton’s release.
Isaac did all the work for this kiss, using his tongue to guide Colton’s, using his lips to swallow Colton’s voice, using his hand to hold Colton’s head upright.
Soon, the blanket and Isaac’s hand were covered in the warm spatter of Colton’s load.
Isaac wiped his messy hand on the blanket before lifting and adjusting Colton’s limp body like a ragdoll. “You ready for me? Ready to take me? All of me?”
Colton panted with a euphoric expression and a weak nod.
That face, glossed over in ecstasy, quickly crumbled away once Isaac began piledriving into Colton as quickly as he could.
Colton gripped the sheets, biting them too, and Isaac allowed it.
Part of him—a primal, hungry part—wanted to yank his hair back and hear every shout that escaped Colton’s lips, but another part of him understood that after cumming this must’ve been more painful than pleasureful, so Isaac focused his brutal strokes to achieve his climax.
It helped when Colton clenched inadvertently and moaned with a breathy whimper at the end.
“Fucking take it!” Isaac slapped his hands over Colton’s ass, clawing more than palming the cheeks.
His muscles tensed, and everything in his body erupted as he shot his seed deep inside Colton. Isaac wanted to pass out on top of Colton and just lay there, comfortable after conquering the jock’s ass once again.
Instead, he pulled out, keeping a hand pressed to spread Colton’s cheeks as he watched a few drops of cum spill from his hole and drip down Colton’s taint and balls.
“I’ll get a towel for your ass, but you’re gonna have to actually clean my blanket.”
“Seriously?” Colton scoffed, wiping the beads of sweat from his brow. “I barely do my own laundry. Not happening, man.”
“You said you’d still obey my every whim.” Isaac brushed his knuckles along Colton’s face. “That extends to more than the bedroom. You behave in every way, or this doesn’t work.”
Colton stared silently for a minute. The longest, most intense minute of Isaac’s life. He’d overstepped, overreached. But maybe that was for the best. This whole arrangement, even without the pressing threat of blackmail, was totally and utterly fucked up.
“Okay,” Colton finally agreed.
“Okay?” Isaac’s eyes widened, a bit surprised. “What?”
“Okay, sir,” Colton immediately followed, confusing Isaac’s bewilderment for a demand of authority and obedience.
Colton’s face had turned red from the pounding and possibly the little shame that came with submitting himself layer by layer.
Fuck, how Isaac loved the sound of that.
“Come here.” Isaac held a towel and patted Colton’s sweaty body, enjoying the sight of his tired muscles; then he directed Colton to the front of the bed as they stripped off the comforter, and Isaac retrieved another lighter blanket. “We’ll deal with it tomorrow. For now, let’s just sleep.”
“I do actually have a busy day tomorrow, so I can’t—”
“I know your schedule,” Isaac said, reminding the jock how hard he’d worked to organize it based on an arrangement that did and didn’t exist any longer. His very own Schrodinger’s Cat scenario but with Colton’s ass and mouth and body and emotions.
The emotions were the most difficult part for Isaac to comprehend in this variable of destructive choices. Isaac did his best to pretend they didn’t exist so the pair could just enjoy each other’s bodies without baggage.
“Come on.” Isaac slipped into the bed. “You need to sleep if you’re gonna do well in your first game or whatever.”
“Opening game, start of the season.” Colton chuckled as he hopped into the bed. “Not my first game.”
“Not your first time pitching?” Isaac teased.
“Ha! Just because I haven’t pitched with you doesn’t mean I haven’t pitched.”
“Guess I’ll see how your reputation holds up,” Isaac said. “Well, with the baseball pitching, at the very least.”
“Wait, what?”
“GSA is talking about making it a group thing, whatever.” Isaac huffed, dramatic and unnecessary, but it was too late to undo his behavior, so he leaned into the whiny reaction. “Get some sleep and prepare for the imminent gay invasion about to puke rainbows all over your bases and stuff.”
He expected a frown to fill Colton’s face, a sign this was an intrusive overstep and something to encourage Isaac to ruin the GSA’s game spirit plans for tomorrow.
Colton didn’t frown, though. Instead, he released a breathy chuckle as his eyes glazed over with the possibilities, and then he smiled.
Oh, how he smiled. It was as big and bright and carefree as the one he’d arrived with tonight.
The same smile Isaac had studied for years, analyzing the layers of genuine joy to the many facades Colton would put up.
Isaac liked how captivating and charming Colton’s smiles could be when he basked in the simple things that made him happy.
Without a retort or final word, Colton rolled over and went to sleep, leaving Isaac awake with his thoughts.
His fingers nearly brushed against Colton’s back when he hesitated.
It’d be so easy to slide over and cuddle.
Maybe even blame it on a restless sleeping body and a tiny twin bed.
Isaac longed to touch Colton again, to hold him, to kiss him, to talk with him all night.