Page 64 of Cold as Ice

“Not second thoughts. Just . . .” Ugh this was embarrassing too. But he’d just come in his sweatpants, so how could anything really be awkward after that? “Just, does that even count?”

Elliott’s laugh was long and lazy. Even a little sweet. He cupped Mal’s cheek. “Oh honey, it counts. Congrats, Malcolm McCoy, you’re no longer a virgin.”

“But I didn’t—butyoudidn’t—”

“Oh, we can arrange all of those things. Don’t you worry about that.”

Mal tried to breathe. Tried to ignore that his cock was already twitching again, valiantly trying to get ready to go again at just the thought ofall those things. “You’d want to?”

Elliott laughed again. “I wanted to thefirst time I saw you. And that never stopped.”

“I know you . . .uh . . .well, I didn’t think it meant anything. And I was . . .”

“Twisted up? Yeah, I figured that out.” Elliott tapped on his back. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

Mal moved very reluctantly. Sat upright, while Elliott slid out of bed and dropped his sweatpants right there.

“Fuck,” Malcolm said, not even bothering to try to hide his reaction to Elliott’s sweet bare ass.

Elliott glanced behind him. “Oh, honey, I don’t think we’re going to get sick of each other anytime soon.”

“Don’t call me that—I’m not sweet—I’m not—”

“Oh,honey, you fucking are,” Elliott teased. He tossed his dirty sweatpants into the hamper in the corner and ducked into the attached bathroom, coming back with a damp washcloth. He’d cleaned himself first, semi-soft cock bobbing in a neatly trimmed nest of golden brown hair. Mal looked because Mal was completely incapable of not looking at this point.

And if the guy was going to walk around brazenly naked, then it was almost like hewantedMal to look.

Instead of handing Mal the washcloth, though, Elliott sank to his knees, andoh.

He was all business though, tugging down Mal’s sweatpants and then his boxer briefs, cleaning him as best he could.

Then he sank back on his heels, totally naked, and gazed up at Mal.

And well, Mal had been horny and unsatisfied for a long, long time. Having the guy he really wanted on his knees, in front of him, was guaranteed to give him a brilliant recovery period.

Could it even be called a recovery period if it felt like he’d never really gotten soft?

He was definitely not soft right now.

“You want some more?” Elliott murmured and leaned in. His fingers were still damp, and so was the sensitive skin of Mal’s inner thighs. His touch skimmed up and down them, not minding the dark hair, or the way Mal swore as Elliott’s hand wrapped around his cock.

Mal groaned in response.

“You gotta use your words,” Elliott reminded him.

“Yes,” Mal ground out.

Elliott shot him one of those smirks again. “Good. ’Cause I think you’re going toreallylike this.”

The moment Elliott’s mouth closed around him, Mal nearly shouted, his fingertips digging hard into the mattress.

He’d tried hard not to fantasize about anyone in particular when he got himself off. But this vision in particular felt familiar. New and exhilarating and also exactly what he’d been wanting.

But his brain hadn’t been able to even remotely predict how fucking amazing Elliott’s mouth felt around his cock.

It was like he knew exactly how to touch him and suck him to maximize it, to make Mal want to scream with how good it was.

And just when it became too much, too intense, he’d tease just a little, backing off until Mal was begging him for more.

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