Page 72 of Broken Ice
Emilio looked wild, hair everywhere, eyes wide and black. Beau probably didn’t look much better—he could feel the flush on his face from scrambling for so long.
It was one of Bingo’s dog toys that did him in. He dodged out of Emilio’s reach, but his socked foot slid on the toy, making him stumble.
Emilio was there in an instant, arm clamping around Beau’s middle, forcing him to the ground. Beau grunted even as Emilio couched the fall before pressing against Beau with his whole body, a long, solid line heating his back.
Beau tried to buck Emilio off, but a violent growl froze him, vibrating through his skin and into the core of him.
Beau panted, cheek squished on the floor, whimpering as Emilio’s hand gripped the nape of his neck.
“I fucking got you,” Emilio rumbled, voice dark and distorted.
Beau whined, blood heating up, a burning coil sizzling in his stomach.
“Say it,” Emilio demanded, hot breath over Beau’s ear.
“You got me,” Beau whispered. He tried to hitch his hips up—he was so fucking wet, empty and aching with it.
“I can smell you,” Emilio murmured.
“Emilio,” Beau gasped, a plea.
Emilio thrust the trapped bulge of his hard cock across Beau’s ass. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Yes, yes—please, please, please,” Beau babbled.
Emilio didn’t need to be encouraged further. He barely lifted his weight off Beau, shifting enough to drag Beau’s sweatpants to his thighs, exposing his wet hole.
There was a moment more of shifting and, finally, there was the blunt pressure of Emilio’s cock catching on his rim.
“Please, Emilio,please,” Beau begged.
Emilio thrust in.
Beau moaned from deep within his chest. It was insane, getting something his body wanted so bad, every empty space inside him filling up, stretching and pulsing as Emilio moved.
“Uh,” Beau rumbled when Emilio slid out and then slammed in again. “Ye-ah.”
The pace was brutal from the start, a dirty fuck, their clothes barely removed, just slipped off enough to slide inside.
Emilio wrapped him up, barely letting him breathe from the weight. Beau had never felt anything like it—so fucking sheltered in someone’s arms. Not just held, buthad.
He closed his eyes and took it, mouth open and drooling, grunting with every hard thrust. He was being lit on fire, turned into light and heat.
There wasn’t any pressure on his cock, not a single touch, but he was right there at the edge, whining at the force of it, shaking all over.
All it took was Emilio’s teeth at the back of his neck, and it was over. Beau came with a shout, eyes rolling in his head, scratching at the floor as his toes curled.
Emilio let out a thunderous growl and buried himself as deep as he would go, spilling inside Beau like he owned him.
Beau’s mind was gone. He didn’t even try to string two thoughts together, his whole body buzzing.
He gasped as Emilio pulled out, but Emilio stroked his side tenderly as he adjusted his underwear and sweats.
“Couch,” Emilio rasped, but stopped Beau from trying to get up.
Beau grumbled when he was picked up bridal-style. “You need to stop doing that.”
Emilio lay Beau on the cushions, eyes wide and worried.
