Page 36 of Fresh Ice
Alonso watched Levy with hooded eyes as he paused.
“Wait. Condom?”
“Uhm, we both get tested by the medics, right? And I take contraceptives too; it helps with the hormones and stuff.”
Levy chewed on his lip. “If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” Alonso didn’t let Levy question him again, wrapping his legs around his waist and pulling him forward.
Levy palmed Alonso’s thick thighs for a few moments, feeling the muscle there appreciatively. He lined himself up and finally, finally pushed in.
The sensation was indescribable. It was so much, stuffing Alonso to the brim and sending sparks of pleasure everywhere. There wasn’t even a drop of pain in the mix, just a lock clicking into place.
Levy bent to kiss him lightly. “Good?” he asked.
“Yeah. Please.” It was all Alonso could say.
Levy started slow, Alonso taken over by the exhilaration of every inch dragging in and out. Levy put a pillow under Alonso’s hips, shifting him around until he hit that one golden spot that made Alonso cry out.
“Yeah,” Levy said lowly. “There you go, baby, that’s it.”
Everything was body, and slick, and pleasure from then on. Levy picked up the pace, following Alonso’s demands until he was ramming in, filling Alonso up so good that all sense and thought slipped far away from him.
Alonso had never felt anything better.
Alonso’s tongue was coated with Levy’s sent as he panted roughly. The bright light inside him was burning harder and harder, taking over his body.
“Levy,” Alonso begged, not even knowing what he was asking for—but Levy did.
He gripped Alonso’s cock and jerked him quickly.
That was it. Everything coalesced into one searing spot and burst.
Alonso had never come like that—with his whole body. With his whole being. Distantly, he could hear himself making noises, knew that his body was shaking, but all that was really left was the pleasure roaring over him.
Alonso reached out, and then Levy was wrapping around him, as close as two people could possibly get. He felt Levy’s rhythm go off-beat as he came too, groaning into Alonso’s neck, his scent blooming like the heart of spring.
The aftermath calmed by degrees. Levy didn’t move for a while, their breaths calming in unison. When Levy shifted, Alonso made a small, discontented noise. Levy hushed him gently, running a soothing hand across his thigh.
“Let me clean you up,” Levy said.
Alonso didn’t have to wait long until Levy returned with a wet cloth and a glass of water, cleaning him up carefully and watching Alonso drink before lying down beside him again.
Alonso’s head was humming pleasantly, but a dark cloud on the horizon threatened rain.
Levy regarded him intensely. “Was that…good?”
Alonso had to laugh at the question after what had just happened. “Yeah. I think you could tell it was good.”
Levy shrugged, his concerned expression breaking into a smile. “Just making sure.”
“Just fishing for compliments, you mean,” Alonso teased.
“Oh? You have some compliments you want to share?”
Alonso shoved him away but couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “Shut up.”
Alonso watched Levy’s face in the silence that followed, the air turning tense and awkward as the seconds passed.
