Page 82 of Cold as Ice

Mal rocked back on his heels and with a gentle but insistent touch, spread Elliott’s legs.

Mal had thought about this a lot—even when he knew he shouldn’t be—but he’d hoped, if he’d gotten the chance to have Elliott again, that he could take his time. Really explore the intricacies of his body.

He’d still never imagined that he might be doing it tonight, or that he’d be two fingers deep into the incredible heat of Elliott’s ass. Watching as he squirmed against them, mouth slack, his beautiful eyes unfocused, groans falling from his lips.

It was incredible.Hewas incredible.

He leaned forward, wanting more of Elliott’s taste,needingit, and let his cock slip farther into his mouth. Mal was under no delusions that he was actually good at this, but Elliott certainly didn’t seem to be complaining.

As for him? Well, his dick was a wet, twitching mess inside his boxer briefs. It was entirely possible that the moment Elliott came, Mal was going to follow right along with him, whether he was touching himself or not.

“I’m not above begging,” Elliott groaned as Mal did his best to find that spot he’d done plenty of research on. “I’m really fucking not.”

“What do you want?”

Elliott reached for him, and with a surprising amount of strength, pulled him in. “You,” he said and kissed him, wild and hot. “There’s a condom in the drawer.”

“Are you—”

“If you ask me again if I’m fucking sure, I’m going to pin you down on this bed and ride you until you cry,” Elliott said.

Mal’s fingers shook as he grabbed the condom. Because this was happening? Or because that vision had made his brain nearly short-circuit? It was hard to say.

He’d just gotten it out of the package when Elliott’s hand closed over his. “I got this,” he said, and even though he’d been a shaking mess only a few moments earlier, now he pushed Mal back on the bed. Tugged down his boxer briefs, letting out a low whistle.

“Oh baby, you’re hot for me,” Elliott said, leaning over his cock, his breath searing against the sensitive skin.

“If you touch me, I’m gonna—” Mal ground out. He didn’twantto. He wanted this to go on forever. Because he’d already figured out that itcouldn’tgo on forever. Whenever Elliott called it off, he was going to still want more.

He’d come to terms with that fact. But it seemed like a fucking crime to not enjoy every ecstatic second while he still could.

“Just . . .let me do this,” Elliott said and gripped him, Mal groaning before he could swallow the sound back. He slipped on the condom with a few expert movements, andGod, that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, that he knew what he was doing.

But it was.

Then Elliott was straddling him and the hot heat of his mouth had nothing on the incendiary pressure of his ass swallowing him up as he sank down.

“Fuck,” Elliott said, throwing his head back, hands braced on Mal’s chest. His fingertips curled, nails biting into his skin, but the pain was good. Reminded him he was here, that he could hang on. That he could be everything Elliott needed.

For so long he’d told himself sex was overrated. Unnecessary. A waste of time.

But he got it now, because it wasn’t just the pleasure cascading through him. It was the closeness. The touching. The hushed intimacy of it, Elliott leaning in and kissing him, both of them breathing hard as they broke apart.

“I’m not gonna—” Mal gasped as Elliott moved faster. Thrusting downwards with force. Of course he was good at this. Wrapping a hand around his dick, he fucked Mal like he meant it.

Like he’d been thinking about this, too, for a long time.

Maybe even as long as Malcolm had.

Mal reached a tentative hand out and touched him too, hand moving alongside Elliott’s, and Elliott swore.

That was the only warning Mal got before Elliott was clamping down around his dick, pulsing in hot stripes up his chest.

Before, he’d been right. Because that was all it took for Mal to begone. It was supposed to be an orgasm, but it felt like so much more than that. Like he’d been turned inside out, like he’d been reborn.

Elliott slumped down on his chest, clearly uninterested in the mess, and Mal pulled him in closer, wrapping his arms around his back, damp with sweat.

“That was . . .”

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