Better Have Heart (Harrison Campus 2)

“Shuffle back,” Darren murmured. “I’ll suck you, too.”

“Not yet,” Isaiah said, sparing him a wink over his shoulder. “Let me take care of you first.”

He leaned forward and swallowed all of Darren’s cock, nose brushing against his balls.

“Oh, fuuuuuck.”

Hands squeezed his ass, urging him deeper, and Darren thrust up into Isaiah’s throat. Isaiah knew just how to angle, keeping his lips firmly at the base of Darren’s cock. Darren palmed Isaiah’s ass, gripping him as he canted his hips. “I’m gonna come.”

Isaiah lifted off him and gasped for air. “I want to taste every bit of you.”

He breathed in deep and plunged back down, blasting Darren with sensation. Darren gasped and instinctively drove his cock in and out of Isaiah’s throat.

His nerves sizzled, and his skin tingled.

Isaiah pulled up, gulped another lungful of air, and dove back down, squeezing his sensitive cockhead.

“Isaiah . . .”

Isaiah kept his head firmly in Darren’s crotch.

The first salvo sent Darren jumping off the mattress, burying him deeper in Isaiah’s throat. He came and came.

Isaiah drew his mouth to the head of his cock, sucking hard, pulling every last mind-blowing dreg out of him.

Darren collapsed onto the bed. Boneless.

Isaiah spun around and grinned. “Like that, did you?”

“Oh, God.” Darren reached up and pulled Isaiah into a deep kiss, tasting his come. It turned him on. Their tongues danced, and Darren twisted until he had Isaiah squirming beneath him. “Your turn.”

“If you don’t want to—”

Darren pressed Isaiah’s hands to his sides. He might not be good at this—or know how to deep throat—but he’d give Isaiah the best he could. “I do want to, and I will.”

He inched down flushed skin until Isaiah’s leaking cock bumped against his bottom lip. He really wanted to do this.

He darted his tongue over salty pre-come. Isaiah moaned, emboldening him. He sucked his tip into his mouth, and reveled when Isaiah stuttered a curse.

Isaiah, wanton and coming apart at his clumsy ministrations, had tenderness sweeping through Darren’s chest.

He wanted to be with Isaiah in every intimate way. To hold him. To call him his boyfriend.

He ran his tongue around Isaiah’s cockhead, and slowly slid his lips up and down Isaiah’s length. Explorative. Appreciative.

He flicked his tongue back and forth on the underside of his shaft—

“Oh fuck, yes.” Isaiah bared his throat, his body arching for more. “Keep doing that.”

Darren gripped Isaiah’s base and tongued his head as he stroked.

“Fuck, yeah.” Isaiah threaded a hand through Darren’s hair, teasing the tips. “God, that’s good. Getting close.”

Isaiah’s other hand flew up, gripping his hair. Darren applied more pressure with his tongue and fingers, and Isaiah’s cock thickened in his mouth. For a thrilling second, Darren wondered what it would be like to have Isaiah buried inside him, thickening inside him.

He moaned at the thought and Isaiah came with a muted shout. Darren didn’t stop tonguing Isaiah’s cock until it stopped twitching. “Fuck, wow.”

Isaiah trembled, and Darren looked up at him.

Isaiah let out a heavy breath, slipped his hands under Darren’s arms, and dragged him up for a kiss. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

Darren couldn’t lie, he loved the stroke to his ego. He grinned cockily, and Isaiah rolled his eyes with barely suppressed amusement.

“We should definitely do that again.”

Hell yes. Darren collapsed onto warm, sweaty body. He snuggled his head into the crook of Isaiah’s neck and shoulder.

An arm snaked around his waist; he closed his eyes and breathed in Isaiah’s scent. Isaiah’s heart pounded like his own, his breath puffing over Darren’s hair. Fingers danced up the side of his body. Isaiah, playing his skin like ivory keys.

“We are together, right?” Darren whispered, gently squeezing Isaiah.

Isaiah purred softly and kissed the top of Darren’s head. “You bet your ass we are.”

Chapter Twenty

Isaiah

An alarm buzzing woke Isaiah. He stirred, and gently rubbed the chest he’d been resting on.

Darren’s eyes opened, a frown pinching his brow. It faded the second his gaze soaked in Isaiah.

With a sleepy grin, he stretched his warm limbs across Isaiah and turned off the alarm.

Isaiah breathed in Darren’s musky scent. “Good call, setting the alarm for eleven.”

Darren hovered over him, dropped his phone to the pillow, and ran his fingers over Isaiah’s jaw. “I could’ve slept all night. You’re extremely comfortable.”

The gentle touch skipping down his throat to his chest made Isaiah shiver. His cock immediately hardened. How the hell was he supposed to work with Darren? Every look and stray touch would set him off.

Oh, fuck. How was he supposed to work with Darren? This scholarship thing still stood between them.

“Why do you want to win so bad?” he blurted.

Darren rolled off him with a groan and ground his palm against his head.

Isaiah wished he hadn’t asked. Wished he could take it back. “Forget it.”

“No.” Darren turned and faced him. “The truth? This program is a Gage tradition. It means—fuck, it means everything to my dad. He’s been excited about me following in his footsteps for years.”