Page 128 of Cold as Ice

“You will be,” Elliott said, waggling his eyebrows.

Mal wanted to laugh, too, but it was hard when Elliott was gesturing with the toy. His cock was already growing hard, thinking about it, and he shifted on the bed. Already thinking of how good it would feel buzzing away inside him.

Elliott finally kissed him, lush and intense, tongue slipping inside Mal’s mouth, even as he felt Elliott begin to pull his clothes off.

First his plaid shirt, unbuttoning it temptingly slow. Then his jeans, Mal gasping as Elliott palmed his hard cock through his boxer briefs.

He only broke the kiss to slip his T-shirt off, fingers trailing down his bare chest. Tickling and tantalizing in equal measure.

Slipping off Mal’s underwear, he took a step back, his gaze admiring.

“Now this is the view I like,” Elliott mused. Then his tone changed, dropped lower, grittier. “Get back on the bed.”

What else could Mal do but follow his orders?

He knew he’d enjoy every moment of letting Elliott take control of his body.

Crawling up towards the pillows, he let his legs fall open and Elliott made a satisfied noise in the back of his throat that got Mal even harder.

“God, how are you so fucking sexy? And all for me,” Elliott crooned. Leaning in and kissing Mal again. But not nearly deeply enough. Not nearly long enough.

A minute later, he was pulling away, and Mal could feel the cool touch of lube against his hole.

“Sorry it’s cold,” Elliott apologized. His other hand stroked Mal’s thigh, encouraging him without words to relax into it. To enjoy every moment.

Mal didn’t need the encouragement, but he did need the reminder.

“It’s okay, I’m . . .uh . . .hot,”Mal stuttered as Elliott’s thumb circled his opening.

Then it slipped in, and they both groaned.

“Yeah, you fucking are,” Elliott said, sounding nearly as wrecked as Mal felt.

He went slowly—too slowly if Mal had anything to say about it. He wasn’t a newbie at this anymore. But Elliott was so careful with him, always. Wanting every moment to be extraordinary.

“I can take more,” Mal panted. “Give it to me. AndGod, please touch me.” His cock felt like an over-sensitized mess, rubbing against his abs, smearing precome all over.

“Iamtouching you,” Elliott pointed out, thrusting two fingers deep. Holding them there and letting Mal squirm around them.

He kept tapping that spot that drove him insane, but never letting him have more than a second of it.

“You know what I mean.” Mal moaned as he thrust again. And again.

“Oh, we’re gonna get to that,” Elliott promised, the corner of his mouth turning up into a sly grin. “Don’t you worry about that.”

“I’m not worried—I’m fucking desperate,” Mal begged.

But Elliott didn’t move that other hand to his cock, though more than once, he leaned over him, warm breath washing over it.

“That’s so good,” Mal cried out, as Elliott finally gave him what he needed so bad, the calloused pads of his fingers dragging over where he needed him to be, so deep inside.

“Yeah? This is gonna be even better. Promise.” Elliott pulled his fingers out and a moment later, Mal felt the smooth silicone of the toy slipping inside him.

It was all the way in when Mal felt it rest directly against that spot.

“Fuck,” Mal cried out.

“Yeah, told you you’re really gonna like this.” Elliott paused and looked him right in the eye. “Don’t touch your cock, okay? Not yet.”

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