Page 65 of Broken Ice
“I’m going to murder—oh.” Beau lost track of what he’d been about to say as Emilio pushed in.
Fuck, it was good. It was so, so good. That first, shocking stretch, the way he was filled up slowly, how the core of Beau lit up as his body opened, accommodating Emilio’s insane dick.
Beau panted, open-mouthed and wet, as Emilio bottomed out. “Move. Move, move, move, move,” he demanded.
Emilio moved. A long slide out and then slamming in, sparks bursting behind Beau’s eyelids.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Beau whimpered.
Emilio’s hands clenched, grabbing the underside of Beau’s thighs, keeping him open and slanted, and proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of him.
The feel of that cock pounding into him, so relentless that Beau couldn’t breathe, had every single coherent thought knocked right out of his skull. This was what ‘fucked through the mattress’meant. All Beau could do was fist the sheets, bare his neck, and squeeze Emilio’s dick, both of them shaking with how fucking good it was.
Emilio shifted position, putting Beau’s legs over his shoulders and bending him in half so he could fit his teeth right over Beau’s scent gland, biting with a viciousness that had every atom in Beau’s shaking body aflame.
Emilio was growling something, words incomprehensible, but the vibrations shot through Beau, making him quiver.
He was close. He was so fucking close.
As if Emilio could sense it—or smell it in the air—his hand came between them, jerking Beau off ruthlessly.
That was all it took.
Beau whited out. His orgasm compressed him into a blinding point of pleasure, collapsing his senses and his bones and his mind.
He could feel Emilio come right with him, filling him up, trembling in his arms.
It took a long while for them to come down from the high. Beau found himself with his nose firmly in Emilio’s neck and Emilio’s in his, both of them so tangled together he had no idea how they’d figure out where one ended and the other began.
Luckily, Emilio took charge of that, lifting himself so he wasn’t crushing Beau completely. They were a mess of slick and come, but Beau could not have cared less, clinging to Emilio when he tried to go get something to clean them up.
“In the morning,” Beau whined.
Emilio paused for a moment but accepted the logic of that demand. He turned off the TV and reached over to shut the lights, plunging them into darkness.
Beau hummed happily as he was wrapped up in Emilio’s arms. “You fucked the life outta me,” he mumbled.
Emilio snorted. “Is that a complaint?”
“Hell, no. I think I just saw God.”
Emilio muffled his laughter in Beau’s hair. “I think I was there with you.”
“Oh, that’s a given. My ass is holy stuff.”
Emilio kept laughing, but he didn’t protest.
Beau drifted into sleep gently, held tight and with a smile on his face.
***
“Guh?”
“You reallydoalways wake up like that, huh?”
Beau forced his eyes open. Emilio’s face filled his vision, hair artfully dishevelled.
Beau groaned, shoving Emilio away. “Stop being so handsome this early in the morning. It’s disgusting.”
