Page 63 of Cold as Ice

Elliott wouldn’t let him get carried away though. Their kisses were hot, insistent, but they weren’t wild like their first one.

He could feel Elliott’s cock, hard against him, so he definitely wanted him too, but he was exercising some kind of discipline to not let either of them spiral out of control.

Mal almost wanted to tear his mouth from Elliott’s slow, deliberate onslaught, and demand that heget on with it. He didn’t need romance or nice words or care. He just needed fucking relief.

But when he tried to lean back and pull Elliott with him, Elliott resisted. And he was strong enough to resist.

Another turn-on that Mal hadn’t expected.

“Just let me,” Elliott murmured into his mouth. “I’m gonna make it good for you.”

“Soon maybe?” Mal said, and Elliott chuckled.

“Just enjoy this, alright?”

Itwashot to sit here and exchange one kiss after another, until their mouths were red and wet and Mal felt like he was drowning in the sensation of Elliott’s lips against his, firm and sure.

And increasingly needy.

Because Elliott was still nineteen, and Mal could begin to feel his control slipping. He pulled Mal’s sweatshirt off, then his T-shirt and then their skin was touching and Elliott groaned, deep in his throat. His hands digging deep into Mal’s hair, tilting his mouth as they devoured each other.

Mal decided enough was enough.

He was a virgin. Not clueless.

And while Elliott was strong, he wasalsostrong. Stronger, if he had to guess.

Time to put that to the test.

He gripped Elliott and flipped them, tucking Elliott right underneath him.

Elliott’s mouth fell open and Mal was really tempted to just kiss him again.

But he was glad he didn’t.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Elliott said, his voice of full of rough awe. His fingers tangled in Mal’s hair again, and this time he tugged him down by it.

Mal lost his mind a little after that. His mind and what felt like a lifetime of control. Desperate for pressure and friction againsthis aching cock, he thrust experimentally against Elliott’s, and Elliott gasped into his mouth.

A second later, the kiss went wild and they were moving together like they’d been born to do it. Mal’s orgasm was like a freight train, out of control and bearing down. Then Elliott’s hands drifted down his back and dug right into his ass, ten specific pressure points pulling him in, and Mal lost it.

He shuddered over and over, his body lost to the pleasure surging through him.

A second later, he could hear Elliott following him. His cry was loud and sharp and disbelieving.

Like he hadn’t expected that Mal’s orgasm would drag him over his own edge.

But it had.

Mal dropped his head to Elliott’s shoulder. Tried to catch his breath.

“That was great,” Elliott said, his voice full of sleepy satisfaction. “I think I needed that for about a year.”

Mal rolled his eyes and considered rolling onto his back. But he didn’t. It felt too good to be lying with Elliott this way. Helikedtouching him, one body stretched out across the other.

“I don’t want to think of how long I needed that,” Mal said. Then froze. “But—”

Elliott frowned. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts.”

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