Page 15 of Broken Ice
“Emilio.”
Oh, yeah. “Emilio,” Beau repeated dreamily. That sounded good on his tongue.
“Fuck.”
Beau pawed at Emilio’s chest, down to the ridiculous layers he was wearing on his bottom half. That they werebothwearing, actually, their gear from practice still on. “Off.”
Emilio stripped Beau with some weird, intense sort of gentleness that threw Beau for a loop.
Beau shivered as Emilio stared at him for a few beats. He could feel the slick coating his inner thighs, dripping onto the fitted sheet.
Slowly, Emilio ran a calloused hand up Beau’s leg, his thigh, his hip, watching the progression as if it were the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. His fingers mapped Beau’s abs, his belly, the trimmed hair over his cock.
Beau let out a short, noisy puff of breath as Emilio bypassed his cock and rubbed a thumb around his soaking hole.
“Oh, God.” Beau squirmed as Emilio just stayed there, drawing circles through the slick.
Beau was rendered dumb at the way Emilio justlooked. The Alpha’s lips were parted as though he were scenting the air, pupils blown and unnervingly focused on where skin was rubbing skin.
Emilio proceeded to just…play with him. Beau couldn’t think of another term for it. First, it was dipping the pad of his thumb inside Beau, hooking it a little as if testing the give of his opening. Emilio stroked his flank soothingly as he slipped two thick fingers inside, pumping slowly, scissoring them to feel the stretch.
Beau moaned when it went up to three. His legs were shaking, back tense and arched, pinned by one of Emilio’s hands while the other used him however it wanted.
In another world, Beau would be demanding more. Demanding something faster, something deeper. Instead, he was mesmerised by the way Emilio used him as if he had discovered something new—a creature from an ancient civilisation sparking the first fire into life.
“You think you can take four?” Emilio asked.
Of course Beau could take four—he could take Emilio’s dick, his knot.
Eager to prove himself, he fucked himself harder on the fingers inside him.
Emilio indulged him, slipping out and then in again, this time with four fingers bundled together.
“Oh. Oh,” Beau gasped. He closed his eyes, letting himself feel the stretch.
He was sliding in a pool of his own slick by the time Emilio pulled them out. Beau’s protest died in his throat as Emilio tugged at his own clothes.
“Oh,” Beau said, the tone of this one completely different.
That was a big fucking dick.
“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s going inside me right now.”
Emilio smirked. The expression was annoyingly attractive on him. “Condom?”
“I’m on birth control. Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.”
Emilio leaned closer, lining himself up. Beau tried to sit up so he could watch himself be split open, but the moment the head of Emilio’s cock popped into his hole, he slumped on the bed.
Oh,fuck.
Emilio slipped in another inch. “You good?”
“Uh-huh.”
Beau panted, sucking in the pleased scent of Alpha, of Emilio. He was putting that pleasure there—it was his slick body making Emilio rumble.
Beau had the bedsheet in a death grip by the time Emilio bottomed out. He was so fucking full he could feel it in his gut. He clenched, and Emilio collapsed slightly, groaning.
