Better Have Heart (Harrison Campus 2)

Darren’s breath hitched, and a nervous wave of heat swamped him as he added, “Then I want you to fuck me.”

Isaiah pinched his jaw and kissed him hard. Their tongues tangled, and God, he tasted good. Isaiah lowered the intensity, peppering soft kisses over his upper lip, his dimple, his chin.

He pulled back, and their eyes met in the darkness. “Are you sure?”

Darren kissed him again, hoping Isaiah didn’t catch his gulp. “Yes. I am.”

Isaiah feathered soft fingers over his back, one hand winding into the hair at his nape. He didn’t say anything aloud, but the tenderness in that touch said Isaiah knew. That he’d make this good for him.

Darren kissed him again.

They stumbled toward the bed. Darren lowered his hands and tentatively tugged at Isaiah’s shirt. Isaiah shrugged out of it and greedily yanked at Darren’s.

Holy hell, his veins were on fire.

Darren stepped out of his shoes and kicked them away. Isaiah’s landed on the other side of the room. He unhooked the button holding up the only thing between him and what he wanted.

Isaiah responded with a hungry murmur and pushed Darren’s pants and trunks over his hips with a hard shove. “I want you so bad.”

“Me too—”

Isaiah’s tongue plunged into his mouth. The heat of his chest radiated against Darren’s. Thumbs hooked into Isaiah’s boxers, Darren drew his pants off. The tight muscles of Isaiah’s ass flexed under his hands. His cock leaked, leaving a trail over Isaiah’s hip and thigh.

He planted a steadying grip on Isaiah’s hips and dropped kisses down his chest. Over his sensitive nipples, down the tight muscles of his stomach. He sank to his knees, slowly capturing the head of Isaiah’s cock in his mouth as he went.

“Darren . . .”

Darren hummed around the tip of Isaiah’s hot, hard length, eliciting a wretched gasp.

Isaiah pulled back and made frantic work of his clothes, and Darren mirrored him. Pants, socks, every scrap of clothing hit the carpet with a muffled thump. Then Isaiah palmed Darren’s chest and pushed him back onto the bed. Gravity and lust pulled him to the mattress, and then Isaiah’s hot, hard body covered him.

God, he felt amazing.

Isaiah braced his hands either side of Darren’s shoulders and looked down at him. Milky gray light from the windows touched his profile. His eyes were dark and beheld Darren like he couldn’t fucking believe they could have this.

Isaiah’s eyes shuttered closed.

“Isaiah?”

He looked at Darren and softly touched the tips of his fingers to his cheek.

“When it came time to make the tough call, you chose me over anything else.”

“Well, I—”

“Don’t try to be modest about it. You chose me. And I . . .” He swallowed.

Darren wrapped his arms around Isaiah’s warm back and pulled him into a kiss. “What’s wrong?”

“I chose my scholarship.”

“That’s not fair. You were trying to protect me.”

“Yeah, but—”

“I’m in a privileged place. My education is secure, my future for the most part, too. You had to choose your scholarship. Your whole family depends on you.” He tipped Isaiah’s chin until their eyes met. “One thing I would ask? Talk to me first in the future? Or belt it out in song if you feel more comfortable. Just communicate.”

Isaiah laughed softly and covered Darren’s mouth with his.

Darren smiled into the kiss and then pulled back. “That is a yes, right?”

Isaiah kissed him again. “This is another form of communication.”

A laugh rumbled out of Darren, quickly morphing into a moan when Isaiah canted his hips against him.

Darren’s skin broke out in goose bumps, his whole body shivering. His toes curled, the backs of his knees tickled against the comforter, his nipples rubbed against Isaiah’s chest, and fuck. Isaiah’s quick thrusts against his cock made his breaths come out ragged.

“You’re right. That is a better form of communication.”

“I can think of another form you might like better.” Isaiah sat up and wiggled his butt around Darren’s cock.

Pressed tight together, the heat from Isaiah pushed Darren into a daze of lust. He thrust up, and Isaiah ground around, and when he was positioned right, he clenched his muscular ass tight around Darren’s cock.

“Fuck!” Darren flopped his head back against the pillow.

“Close?” Isaiah grinned evilly at him.

He closed his eyes and moaned before he answered. “Yes!”

“Still can’t have that . . . yet.” He lifted his body off Darren’s, reached over the side of the bed, and pulled the lube and condoms from his bag of stuff. Keeping one condom, he tossed the rest onto the bed and pinned Darren with a look that had him shivering in anticipation.

Isaiah

Isaiah captured Darren’s mouth in a kiss. Their lips scraped together as he spoke. “I’m trying to decide who should go first.”

“First?”

“Who’ll bottom first.” Isaiah knew what he wanted—to climb on and sink until he was full—but if this was Darren’s first time, maybe he should go first. “It will be harder for you after you come. You’ll be more sensitive, tighter. Plus, being super horny will make the first time a lot easier.”