Page 37 of Broken Ice
He pulled away. “I don’t know if I’m ready to be knotted yet,” he hedged. Maybe if they used lube, but that didn’t really feel great during heat, and—
“That’s totally fine. I wasn’t thinking about that,” Emilio said.
“Oh. We can just kiss?” Beau clarified.
Emilio regarded him a few more beats. “Yeah, Beau. We can just kiss,” he replied softly.
Beau hummed happily, fitting his mouth against Emilio’s.
It was nice. Comforting. Emilio held him tightly, but he didn’t stray below the belt. The most he did was clench his fingers on the nape of Beau’s neck, making him feel woozy and gooey.
They shifted inch by inch until it was Emilio on top of him, a sheltering dome over his body, dragging his lips across Beau’s cheeks, his jaw, his shoulders. Beau closed his eyes and floated.
He had no idea how many minutes had passed, if they’d tumbled into hours or not. He was aware of the world in scents and tactile sensations. In the way his body heated up, from the core of his gut and radiating out.
“Emilio,” Beau gasped, but Emilio was already there, teeth on his neck.
“Yeah? What is it, baby? What do you want?”
Beau made a strangled, frustrated noise. It was stupid, but he didn’t want tosayit.
Instead, he wiggled his arm between them and reached between his legs, sighing as his fingers brushed his wet hole. He swiped through the slick, feeling how tender and warm he was, and then slipped his middle finger in.
“O-oh.” Fuck, it’d been a while since it’d felt good to touch himself during a heat.
He sank another finger in. The mouth on his neck had disappeared, but it didn’t matter. A trembling ripple of pleasure went through him, making him moan.
A hand high on his thigh made him squint his eyes open. Emilio had sat up slightly and was watching him with a level of intensity usually reserved for power plays.
“You need help?” Emilio asked.
Beau tilted his head.Didhe need help? Not really. Did hewantit? “Yeah.”
Emilio didn’t hesitate. One of his thick, nimble fingers pushed in alongside Beau’s, making him shudder at the stretch.
“Ok, fuck, yeah.” They fucked him together, an easy in-and-out, facilitated by the copious amount of slick dripping from him.
Very suddenly, the pleasure turned into an aching need.
“Okay,” Beau grunted, pushing Emilio’s hand away. He flipped onto his stomach and drew his knees under him, ass in the air. “Come on.”
A deep, Alpha rumble shook the air. Beau couldfeelthe slick dripping out of his empty, clenching hole, a whine answering his Alpha’s satisfaction.
He could barely hold it together as the blunt head of Emilio’s cock slotted against Beau. He bit the fluffy blanket under him as it pushed in, that first delicious stretch making him groan as if he’d been shot.
“Fuuuuck.” Beau drooled into the fabric between his teeth.
Emilio was still rumbling away, the noise vibrating into Beau’s body. Stars sparked in the darkness of his closed eyelids, body trembling.
With a final shift, Emilio bottomed out. Beau panted. Fuck, that cock was thick. He was sweating with it, thighs shaking.
And then Emilio began moving.
“Oh.Oh.” Beau couldn’t keep quiet. Couldn’t keep still. He yanked at the blanket, moving to meet Emilio’s thrusts, brain dribbling out of his ears at the long drag of that cock pulling at his rim.
Beau was going to die. He was going todie.
Beau didn’t know if it was his cervix that Emilio was pummelling or what the hell was happening inside him, but it was fucking insane. His body was lighting up, rearranging to fit Emilio, clenching around him even as he was driven to the limit of how much he could take.
