Page 34 of Fresh Ice
“No. I want to.” The only thing worse than facing the possibility of failure was not trying at all.
Levy looked a little unsure but dipped forward for a kiss. This one was slow, like they were starting right from the beginning, and it helped soothe Alonso’s frayed nerves even as Levy’s hands slipped under his T-shirt.
Alonso replied to Levy’s questioning expression with a nod, and then his top was stripped from him. He yanked Levy’s off, too, never one to be outdone, revealing an expanse of dark skin in front of him.
His joggers went next, and it was wild to see Levy’s cock straining his boxer briefs.
Alonso left his underwear on too as he finally lay on the bed, blushing and scowling in irritation as all Levy did was stare at him.
“What?” Alonso said, shrinking away.
Levy shook his head and followed him onto the mattress. “Nothing. You’re just fucking hot.”
Alonso felt his cheeks heat further. “Shut up,youare,” he muttered even as a pleased thrill went through him.
Levy smiled at him, his eyes shining, the previous awkwardness dissipating in the normalcy of their interaction.
If there was one thing they were good at, it was teasing each other.
Levy leaned down until their lips were brushing. “What do you want?” he asked lowly.
Alonso shivered. “I…”
Levy didn’t say anything, moving away when Alonso tried to kiss him.
Alonso frowned, his desperation snapping his teeth. “I want you to fuck me. Or should I go to another Alpha and—”
Alonso had no idea where the courage to say that had come from, but it had the desired results. Levy let out a growl, and Alonso sank easily into the bruising kiss that followed. Suddenly, it felt as if Levy’s hands were everywhere, brushing across his neck and sides and thighs.
Alonso squirmed on the sheets, feeling slick coat his underwear. He’d never let himself get this wet unless he was in the middle of his summer heat when it was impossible to stop it.
“Fuck,” Levy panted. “I can smell you.”
Alonso jolted, pushing Levy away. “Wait, what?” he asked in a panic. If his hormonal medication was failing because of this…
“No, I don’t mean your actual scent. I can smell…” Levy maintained searing eye contact as one of his hands moved underneath Alonso, tracing the edge of his underwear and then slipping in to slide against the wetness there.
Alonso gasped at the simple touch, not knowing if he wanted to move away or closer.
Levy kissed his brow, his cheek, asking, “You still want this?”
“Yes.Yes,” Alonso replied impatiently.
Levy snorted. “Okay, okay. Let me open you up, yeah? It’s better if you’re on your stomach for this part.”
Alonso’s heart stuttered. He didn’t want to be fucked from behind but found himself completely incapable of speaking up.
He flipped on his front silently, burying his face in his arms. For the first time that night, he wondered if this would be all that different from the other times.
Alonso expected to be stripped quickly of his underwear and for Levy to get on with it. Instead, he felt Levy straddling him and a kiss dropped on the nape of his neck, the slope of his shoulder, down the knobs of his spine.
Alonso was too surprised to say anything about it, trying not to shake as Levy explored his back slowly. His hands kneaded the tense muscles, digging in before being replaced by the light scratch of nails as his mouth kept leaving sweet trails across Alonso’s skin.
Alonso was so out of it by the end that he let out a loud moan when his underwear was finally stripped away, Levy grabbing handfuls of Alonso’s ass and squeezing.
Levy groaned. “Fuck, you look so…”
Alonso didn’t care how he looked—he just wanted to be touched.
