Page 81 of Cold as Ice

“You were too slow,” Elliott admitted.

Mal’s fingers found the zipper of his sweatshirt and tugged it down, then pulled up on his T-shirt. “If you think I was too slow then, you’re definitely going to hate what I’m about to do,” Mal murmured.

But Elliott didn’t think that was true, at all.

He was going tolovewhatever Mal did.

Especially if he kept going in this poised methodical manner, his gaze a hot counterpoint to how deliberately he kept strippingElliott down. Once his chest was bare, he moved onto his sweatpants, tugging them down carefully, and then his socks. Leaving him only clad in his tight briefs, cock straining against the fabric.

Mal rocked back on his heels and just looked.

Elliott refused to let himself squirm or feel shame as Mal’s eyes took in every single inch of him. He knew he looked good. Had plenty of guys say so. But none of them had ever mattered like Malcolm had.

“Yeah,” Mal said, voice gravelly. “I was right.”

“About?”

“That I was going to want to take my time and enjoy every single bit of you,” Mal said. “I don’t know what I’m doing—”

“You know I don’t give a shit about that,” Elliott reminded him. Didn’t think Mal was quite ready to hear that it was already better with Mal than it had been with other guys, most of whom had way more experience. Maybe it wasn’tonlythat Mal wasn’t ready to hear it. Maybe he wasn’t ready tosayit, either.

Mal didn’t answer, just leaned in, hands impossibly warm against his skin, making him shiver as he explored. As he finally tugged his briefs off.

Then his head dipped, capturing Elliott’s mouth all too briefly before his lips moved, coasting down his neck, finding every single spot that made Elliott gasp. Nobody had ever taken their time like this on just the apparently sensitive column of his neck.

His cock, rock-hard, twitched against Mal’s bare stomach, and he barely resisted the urge to thrust up, to chase the pleasure and his orgasm.

Hadn’t he wanted thisforever? And now that it was finally happening, Mal looking right at him, like he couldn’t look anywhere else, he wasn’t going to rush it.

If he did, it would be over and Elliott wasn’t naive enough to think he’d get everything he wanted from Mal. It would end, and Elliott would wish that it hadn’t.

Mal’s lips moved lower, across his collarbone, then across his pecs, and down his stomach, nibbling with just the right amount of teeth along his abs.

His cock twitched, desperation rising inside him. Then Mal finally did it, tongue brushing up the length of it, humming in the back of his mouth, like this was a taste he’d been searching for.

Elliott’s fingers dug into the bedding, and he tried to hang on—because it was very clear Malcolm was going to take his sweet ass time. First there was just his tongue, slicking up his length, then sucking on the head, and thenfinally, more and more of his dick disappeared into that white-hot heat.

Just when the pressure became unbearable and Elliott thought he was going to explode or die, Mal backed off.

Elliott groaned as he took him deep again. Maybe it wasn’t the most expert blowjob in the world—it was maybe slower than he’d have normally liked—but Mal’s intense focus meant that the pleasure had never resonated as deeply as it did right now.

He could feel every bit of it. Enjoyed every single incredible moment of it.

Mal’s fingers drifted down, releasing from the base of his cock to cup his balls, and Elliott moaned loudly, encouraging more of that,please God.

Chuckling, Mal murmured, “Like that, do you?”

“Lower,lower,” Elliott begged, squirming as Mal found exactly what he’d wanted, his touch brief and hesitant against his hole.

“You want this?” Mal didn’t sound disgusted. He sounded enthralled. Awestruck.

“For you to fuck me with your fingers? Your cock?” Elliott gasped as Mal slipped just a bit of his thumb inside. “Hell yes. There’s uh . . .lube in the drawer there . . .” He motioned towards the little set of drawers next to his bed.

“You’re sure?” But Mal was already rummaging in the drawer.

“Oh yeah,” Elliott said. He didn’t warn Mal to go slow, because Mal seemed to have one speed tonight, and it was not fast.

No doubt he’d drive him half crazy with it before he finally got to it.

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