Page 105 of Cold as Ice

When it finally ended, he slumped back on the bed, the widest smile Elliott had ever seen breaking his face practically in two.

“Fuck,” Mal said. “How did you—how didI—”

“Good, right?” Elliott reached down and carefully worked the plug out, trying to ignore how his own fingers were trembling. Watching Mal fall apart like that had been so hot he’d definitelyfound his second wind and he wanted nothing more than to slide right in. But Mal was brand-new at this, and he didn’t want to push him, or rush him.

You’re playing the long game,Elliott reminded himself.

“Unbelievable.” Mal pinned him with those blue eyes. “Fuck me.”

Elliott’s fingers slipped on the plug as he tossed it onto his shirt to clean later.

“You don’t need—”

“I want to. I want to feel you inside me. It’ll still feel good, right? Even if I’m soft . . .” Mal trailed off and glanced down at his cock, which was really not all that soft.

“It might, I enjoy it no matter what but—”

“Stop worrying and just do it,” Mal begged. “Come on.”

And how was Elliott supposed to resist that?

He was just a guy—a guy with plenty of inconvenient feelings, whoreallywanted the man lying down in front of him.

Elliott let out a gust of air. Maybe this was inevitable. Grabbing for a condom, he ripped open the package and rolled it on—resolving that he’d fit in some blood tests this week so they could dispense with the extra protection—and slicked himself up.

“Just breathe,” Elliott told Mal as he positioned himself and began to slide his cock in.

“Shouldn’t you be telling yourself that?” Mal had reached down and was slowly jacking off his half-hard cock, which was extra hot, frankly. Next time, he was going to need to sit there and watch as Mal got himself off, maybe with that vibrating plug in his ass.

“Uh, probably,” Elliott said, panting as he slid home. Mal was tight and hot, and even though he’d come plenty hard earlier, his self-control was already slipping. Mal felt so goddamn good, and it wasMal. He was fucking Malcolm McCoy, andGod,that was almost enough to make him lose it right now.

He gave a short, gentle thrust and Mal moaned underneath him.

“Fuck, this shouldn’t be so . . .”

“Shouldn’t it though?” Mal wondered. He was fully hard now, and that pushed Elliott in even deeper. He was barely holding himself back from just thrusting mindlessly into Mal.

Enjoying every goddamn second of his glorious body.

“Come on,” Mal murmured. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Elliott’s control broke and he couldn’t say later if he did Mal justice on his first penetrative fuck but it was wildly good for him—and maybe it hadn’t been so bad for Mal, either, because less than thirty seconds later, he was coming again, groaning as come splattered up his chest.

Elliott’s rhythm broke and he ground in, coming hard.

His knees gave out and he collapsed between Mal’s legs, groaning.

“Goddamn,” Mal murmured, one of his hands carding through Elliott’s hair. “That was—”

“Yeah,” Elliott agreed.

Afraid that if he said more, he’d say every single word on his mind.

Which was that he’d never been in so deep before. He’d never felt this way about anyone—wasn’t sure that he could fall any harder or deeper.

I love you.

But Elliott pushed the words away. There’d been a time, not that long ago, when Mal could barely stand him. Nevermindlikehim.

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