Page 103 of Cold as Ice

Elliott had always enjoyed kissing, but he’d never kissed anyone like Malcolm before. Mal made even the kissing a full fucking meal, and Elliott could barely get enough, greedily stealing every single bit that he could.

He ran his fingers down Mal’s shirt and plucked the buttons open one by one, enjoying the way Mal inhaled sharply as his fingers, probably cold, found a wedge of warm, bare skin.

Mal broke the kisses only to pull Elliott’s sweatshirt over his head, then his T-shirt. His fingers were cold too—thank you, Portland in November—but they only felt good against Elliott’s overheated skin.

His hands drifted lower, pressing against his cock, hard and aching and confined in his jeans.

“Yeah, yeah,” Elliott begged mindlessly.

He wanted it to be good, of course, but they’d both learned that they were so wild for each other—especially Mal, who had spent way too many years in painful self-denial—that they almost needed an orgasm each when they first got going, just to take the edge of desperation off.

“You want this?” Mal cupped his dick more firmly, making him groan.

“Yes.”

“How ’bout more?” Mal asked as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then slid off his briefs.

“More?”

Elliott would definitely not mind getting fucked again. Just the thought of it made his cock twitch against his abs. But the truth was, some of the best orgasms he’d ever experienced Mal had given him with his hands. Or even his big, muscular thigh. Elliott was definitely not above just riding the big man under him to oblivion.

But to his surprise, Mal leaned in and Elliott gasped as he slipped the head of his cock into his mouth.

“I wanna try this,” Mal said, and Elliott could only nod like an idiot as more of his cock was enveloped in the sweet heat of Mal’s mouth.

Part of Elliott wanted to just shut his eyes and enjoy the pleasure. But another part of him wanted to make sure Mal was okay. Was he handling this okay? Was he overthinking? Was he biting off more than he could chew,metaphorically?

But Elliott was sure that looking at him was going to feel like staring into the sun, and if hedidlook, it was going to exponentially increase his need to thrust into Mal’s mouth until he lost himself in the ecstasy of finally seeing a long-fantasized desire come to life.

He took a chance, glancing down, and groaned again. Because Mal was as gorgeous with his mouth full of his cock as he’d imagined he would be.

Elliott couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch him.

“Is it okay—”

But Elliott interrupted him before Mal offered another apology for his lack of experience. “Yes.God, yes. You’re freaking brilliant.”

Mal flushed. Curled his tongue around Elliott’s cockhead in an expert move that had Elliott swearing.

“No lessons required,” Elliott added. “Though if you wanted to spend more time practicing, I’m not gonna complain.”

Mal’s gaze was hot on him as he sucked Elliott’s cock with the perfect pressure.

It was so goddamn good he wasn’t going to last. Between the act itself and the way Mal fucking looked, sucking his cock, he was going to come his brains out in a minute.

He tried to pull back as he grew closer to the edge, but Mal put a firm hand on his hip, which, frankly, sent him over before he’d even been able to hold off.

He was coming, long, sweet pulses down Mal’s throat, and when it finally ended, Mal crowded him against the headboard and kissed him.

When it finally ended, Elliott was still panting. Whether from the incredible orgasm or the kiss, it was hard to say. Maybe they could try that experiment again. Very soon.

“That was hot when you did it to me, and I hoped you’d like it too,” Mal said, licking his red, wet lips.

If Elliott could’ve gotten hard again, less than five minutes after his last orgasm, he’d have done it.

“Getting a blowjob? Listen, I’m never—”

“Tasting my come on your tongue,” Mal said, shaking his head, andugh, Elliott’s cock gave a feeble attempt at finding another erection.

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