Page 46 of Fresh Ice
“I can give you a blowjob if you want.”
Alonso’s immediate reaction was to laugh. He was tired and sore and it sounded like a joke, but when he glanced over, Levy was trying to appear serious through the obvious embarrassment. “Wait, for real?” Alonso choked.
“I mean, if you wanna.” Levy shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, but his shifty eyes gave him away.
Alonso had never gotten a blowjob. He’d given some, sure, but hadn’t thought of asking for one himself—it seemed pretty scummy to go to a bar and talk someone up just for that.
He let himself imagine it, though. Levy’s lips stretched around his cock, looking up at him with bright eyes, drool slicking his chin.
God. It was crazy how quickly Levy turned him on. The mere thought of him had Alonso’s gut clenching.
“Okay, but I get to do it to you too.” As much as the mental image of Levy giving him a blowjob made him hot, the reverse almost had him shaking.
Levy let out an amused huff of breath. “I mean…if you’re going to twist my arm about it.”
Alonso didn’t know why he’d expected Levy to just get down and to it, but he was startled when Levy leaned closer for a kiss.
Alonso sank into it, a bath of warm water.
It was so easy to let go when Levy’s mouth was on him. It should be the opposite—he should turn insecure about his inexperience, about his worth as an Omega—but his body took over instead.
It was like hockey. Like skates cutting through fresh ice.
Alonso sighed, slumping forward, and Levy pulled him closer. Alonso went easily, the stress of the loss already sluicing off.
“Come here,” Levy murmured, and Alonso straddled him readily.
Alonso found that he really liked the position. He loved the way their bodies stayed close while maintaining the ability to rock forward slowly. The way their kisses turned syrupy, sloppy, hands wandering.
It was exciting, figuring out these things—what turned him on the most, what he reacted to.
Levy lifted the edges of his shirt. “Can I take this off?”
“Yeah,” Alonso replied, wrestling Levy’s shirt off right after so that it was skin on skin on skin. He couldn’t help but snuffle into Levy’s neck, taking gulps of his scent, letting it fill him up.
I love the way you smell, he ached to say.I want to stay here forever.
He couldn’t, though. It was too vulnerable.
Levy let Alonso scent him, trailing his hands softly across his shoulder blades. The heat fell away slightly, its humid fog parting to reveal a quiet sense of safety instead.
When they kissed again, it was deeper, movements filled with intent. The room tilted, Alonso finding himself on his back and wiggling out of his pants and underwear, Levy doing the same and then settling above him.
Levy brushed his lips against Alonso’s ear. “I’ve got you,” he said softly, and then he moved down.
Alonso’s whole body shuddered as Levy wrapped his lips around the tip of Alonso’s cock. It was unhurried, the drag of his mouth, of his tongue, as he got Alonso wet.
Or, wetter. Alonso could feel slick dripping from him and undoubtedly staining the couch.
Levy groaned. “Fuck, the way you smell…” He dipped, lapping at the slick before starting to blow Alonso for real.
Alonso just stared unseeingly at the ceiling and let himselffeel.Stars burst over his vision as Levy slipped one, then two fingers inside him, pumping them patiently as his hot mouth worked over Alonso’s dick.
Jesus. No wonder people were obsessed with sex if this was what it was supposed to feel like.
“More,” Alonso pleaded.
Levy pulled off. “More what, baby?”
