Page 64 of Broken Ice
He rolled onto his back, Emilio following the movement. Beau’s skin tingled at the weight of him, at the way their tongues found each other, lips parting as the kiss deepened.
They kissed, and kissed, and kissed, and Beau could feel himself getting wet, squirming as Emilio’s hand gripped the jut of his hip and he slotted himself between Beau’s legs.
It felt so fucking good to part his thighs, to wind his legs around Emilio, feeling the stretch, the weight of the Alpha’s body.
Suddenly, Emilio pulled away—at least as far as Beau’s octopus limbs let him.
“Wait,” Emilio panted. “Are you drunk?”
“No. I had a few beers, I’m fine.” He pulled Emilio into another kiss.
Emilio bit Beau’s bottom lip in a playful rebuke, fingers trailing underneath Beau’s shirt, skimming the skin of his stomach.
Beau shivered at the teasing touch. He was so fucking turned-on, dick already hard in his jeans, the suggestion of Emilio’s warmth over him making him arch for more contact.
Beau tugged Emilio’s shirt up and over his head, scratching his nails down his chest, and was rewarded with a rumble.
They undressed each other clumsily, both of them unwilling to stop kissing for long. Beau couldn’t get enough skin, pulling Emilio closer, hand swiping the head of Emilio’s cock, rubbing his palm there.
“Fuck,” Emilio cursed, jolting, and it was fun to do this without the fog of heat clouding Beau’s head, aware enough to enjoy every little reaction.
“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” Beau teased and then yelped as he was unceremoniously turned onto his stomach.
Okay, kind of rude. Beau had wanted to fuck face-to-face, but whatever. If the almighty Alpha wanted—
Beau’s grumbling thoughts disintegrated as Emilio parted his cheeks and dove in nose-first.
“Holy fuck, holy—” Beau choked on a moan as Emilio lapped at his hole roughly. Emilio’s stubble scraped the sensitive skin of Beau’s ass, enhancing the pleasure that was zipping through him.
Emilio pushed a thumb in, stretching Beau’s rim and getting his tongue in there too. The sound of his mouth wasobscene, loud and wet like he was drinking Beau’s slick. Beau’s body jolted and shuddered, completely out of his control, babbling mouth muffled by the pillow he was screaming into.
“Fuck,” Emilio gasped, pulling away. “I’ve wanted to do that for months.”
“I didn’t know you needed a fucking invitation,” Beau retorted, swiping at the drool on his chin. He was a fuckingmess.
“You’re too desperate during your heats. Begging for my knot the second you want something inside you,” Emilio replied way too casually.
Beau’s face burned. “Shut up.”
Emilio palmed Beau’s ass, two fingers of his other hand pushing inside without fanfare. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing.”
Beau couldn’t think enough to respond to that. Emilio’s fingers were thick and precise, and Beau lost his mind as Emilio’s mouth joined them, sucking on his rim. Beau shuddered so violently he thought he was coming, but he was still hard and leaking, muscles wound up tight.
“Okay, okay, okay, come and fuck me already. I’m going todie.”
Emilio laughed, which Beau didnotappreciate, reaching back and slapping at Emilio until the Alpha got going.
Emilio flipped Beau over, and now Beau had to deal with the sight of Emilio’s face absolutely covered in Beau’s slick, hair hanging over his forehead, eyes bright and alert.
Beau grabbed his cock, squeezing the base. “I’m dying. I’m going to die.”
Emilio, with absolutely no regard for Beau’s failing heart, grabbed Beau’s thighs and fit himself between them, cock long and thick and red at the tip.
Emilio leaned in, obviously aiming for a kiss, but Beau slapped a hand over his mouth. “Put your dick inside me right now or so help me God, you are never kissing me again.”
Emilio, the absolute clown bastard from hell, laughed, shaking Beau’s hand off.
He lined himself up, hand guiding his cock so that it rubbed over Beau’s hole a few times, head catching on it.
