Page 129 of Cold as Ice

“I wanna,” Mal said, panting.

“I know, buttrust me. You’re gonna get what you need.”

Then Elliott pressed a hidden button and Mal’s back nearly jackknifed as the vibrations surged through him.

It was glorious and terrible and so intense he needed to touch his cock more than he’d ever needed to in his whole goddamned life, if only to relieve that nearly unbearable pressure building inside him.

Instead, he dug his fingers hard into the comforter and tried to ride it out.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it. Good isn’t it?” Elliott crooned. To Mal’s surprise he was suddenly straddling him, up near his chest and leaning in, kissing him hard.

Mal groaned.

If he bucked up just a little, his cock wouldjustbrush Elliott’s back, the gorgeous spot right where the muscular slope of his back met the generous curve of his ass.

Mal had never wanted anything more. He knew it would only take a moment, and he’d be coming harder than he ever had in his whole goddamn life.

But Elliott had promised him he’d get what he needed. If all he needed was this incessant pleasure, building and building, and Elliott pressed to his chest, his tongue in Mal’s mouth—then he’d accept it.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like this.” Elliott pulled back, and to Mal’s surprise, as he cracked his eyes open, somehow Elliott had taken his clothes off.

“Damn,” Mal muttered.

“You went somewhere else for a moment there,” Elliott teased. But love was shining in his eyes. Mal didn’t need him to say it for him to know, without question, that he loved him just like this.

Put togetherandtorn apart.

“Want you,” Mal said, panting.

“Gonna give it to you,” Elliott said, nudging his body closer, until his hard cock was nearly brushing against Mal’s mouth. “But first—”

Mal didn’t need any instructions. He reared up, licking the head, licking everywhere he could reach. He couldn’t take Elliott very deep, but he could suck the sensitive head of Elliott’s dick and make him moan.

It was good too, to do this, and to take a little of his mind off the fact that he was going insane with the overwhelming need to come.

“Yeah, yeah, suck me, baby,” Elliott crooned, hand drifting down to cup Mal’s face, feeling the slide of his cock into his mouth. “Someday, I’m gonna fuck your face just like this, and you’re gonna love every second of it.”

Mal made an encouraging noise, best as he could, with his mouth full of cock.

Elliott held back, though. “Someday,” he murmured, patting Mal’s cheek.

But he did feed him a little more, flexing his hips and ass, and Mal closed his eyes for a moment, imagining how fucking incredible he’d look from the back right now. He felt like he was being driven to a place he didn’t understand—but he was along for the ride, anyway.

It wasn’t even about wanting to be on it, about liking or disliking it; it was about a deeper, more visceral need.

“That’s it, baby,” Elliott said with a moan. Thrusting his hips just a little, and everything inside Mal tensed.

And then, he was coming, waves of it washing over him over and over, a silent scream around Elliott’s cock.

“Fuck,” Elliott said, pulling out and scrambling down Mal’s body.

A stripe of come hit his chest, and Mal gasped.

He thought the orgasm was almost over, but then Elliott leaned over and instead of pulling out the toy, orGod,turning off its insanity-inducing buzzing, he pushed it farther in, and Malcolm honest to God screamed, cock kicking up again, a last dribble of come leaking out of him.

He slumped back and Elliott finally turned the vibrator off, before he turned to him, hand stroking his cock.

“Shit that was hot,” Elliott said.

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