Page 33 of Fresh Ice
Levy licked his lips nervously. “You wanna…now?”
Alonso’s body was being filled with static electricity, ready to spark at a single touch. “Is that okay?” He’d chicken out if he waited any longer, if he actually thought about what was about to happen.
There was silence, and stillness, and then Levy leaned forward and kissed him.
Everything went blank for a moment, every sensation lost in a tidal wave of panic. When the world came back online, it was to Levy’s warm breath, the way his mouth started moving tentatively against Alonso’s.
“Alonso,” Levy murmured as if he wasn’t even conscious he was doing it.
A foreign thrill went through Alonso at hearing Levy say his name just like that.
Alonso shuddered as Levy shifted closer, a hand coming up to thread through Alonso’s hair. Even the slight feel had his eyes fluttering.
The heat emitted by Levy’s body had to be imagined, but it was still taking over Alonso slowly, roaring to life as a tongue licked into his mouth.
It was a jolt of sensation Alonso felt right to his toes. He’d been touched before, but nothing had ever been like this—slow and wanting and like it was more than just a prelude to something else.
Alonso opened himself up to Levy, giving as good as he got. He moved closer and closer until he was straddling Levy’s lap, his hands clutching Levy’s shoulders, scared he’d be pushed off suddenly.
Levy groaned loudly at the changed position, his mouth becoming hungrier as he grabbed Alonso’s hips, pulling him even closer.
It was insane how warm Levy’s mouth was, how the wet, devouring movement of his tongue made Alonso lose all sense.
Alonso would never have guessed that giving up control like that would be pleasurable, but the lack of thought was blissful.
Alonso jerked as one of Levy’s hands slipped under his shirt, the feel of skin on skin making a violent shudder go through him.
Levy pulled away for a second. “This okay?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, please.” Alonso fell into Levy, biting his lip hungrily.
Levy got the message, his hands wandering freely, leaving nerves frayed and oversensitive as Alonso squirmed in his lap.
Minutes were lost to sensation. Nothing was left in existence except Levy and the movements of their bodies, swaying to the rhythm of some ancient tide that had finally reached them. The air was saturated with Levy’s scent, making Alonso’s head woozy with desire. He pulled away only to tip into Levy’s neck, breathing deeply.
“Can I?” Alonso asked, his voice hoarse and aching. From that close, Alonso could feel Levy swallow roughly.
“Yeah,” Levy replied, sounding just as wrecked.
Alonso didn’t need to be told twice. He opened his mouth freely, lapping at the source of Levy’s scent like he was starving for it. The growl that left Levy only pushed him further, and he grazed his teeth against the little bump under his skin.
They’d mate—bond together body and soul—if Alonso bit right there, and the knowledge spun through Alonso in a mess of sparks.
“Please,” Levy begged, hips bucking up like he couldn’t help himself.
It wasn’t like Alonso hadn’t noticed that Levy was hard, but the sudden pressure of his cock against Alonso’s had him panting into Levy’s neck.
“Can we…bed?” Alonso asked.
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah,” Levy let out shakily.
They stumbled up, Alonso steering them towards Levy’s room. Something instinctual in him demanded the den of Levy’s scent to surround him.
It was only when they reached the foot of the bed that the situation caught up to Alonso. They’d seen each other naked countless times in the locker room, but this was different. There was a vulnerability here that Alonso had never felt, not even in his nightclub escapades when he was younger.
Alonso had barely ever let himself consciously think about sex with an Alpha, but how much he wanted it with Levy scared him. Alonso wouldn’t be skilled or attractive at this, and the notion bothered him more than it should.
Levy stepped closer to Alonso, concern replacing lust on his face. “Hey. You okay? We don’t have to do this if you don’t—”
