Page 89 of Broken Ice
“Stay where I can fucking see you,” he snarled.
Even that made Beau moan—somehow, so on edge his head spun with vertigo.
He made to finger Beau, but Beau knocked his hand away.
“Fuck me, come on, I’m ready.”
“You are so—” Emilio seemed incapable of completing a sentence. Beau wasn’t going to complain about it.
Emilio manhandled him into position, lining himself up, and pushed in.
Beau gasped loudly at the stretch. Three fingers at a bad angle were fucking nothing compared to the thickness of Emilio’s cock.
“Shit. Fuck,” Emilio groaned. He was going excruciatingly slow, savouring it.
Beau wasn’t having it. “Fucking comeon,” he complained.
A vicious glint sparked in Emilio’s eyes. He thrust in suddenly, the stretch electrifying Beau’s spine, coating him in the thick honey of pleasure. It dripped over him, making his eyes roll back.
Beau was finallyfull. His body lit up, trembling at the onslaught.
“Is that—what you wanted?” Emilio asked through clenched teeth.
Beau let out a pathetic little noise, crushing his curls to the bed as he thrashed, moving his hips so that he was fucking himself on Emilio’s dick.
“Fuck.” Emilio held onto Beau’s hips but didn’t stop him.
Beau cracked his eyes open to see Emilio staring at him with the dumbest expression he’d ever seen. “Emilio.Fuck. Me.”
Emilio didn’t have to be told again.
Beau stretched to hold onto the headboard just as Emilio pulled out and then slammed into him. The sound that left him was obscene, a loud cry that melted into a litany of “uh, uh, uh,” as Emilio set a ruthless pace. Beau was shoved relentlessly until the angle was perfect, body convulsing, and Emilio kept him there as he fucked Beau into the mattress.
Beau couldn’t fucking breathe, couldn’t stop making noise, body beyond his control. His thoughts spun away, a perfect moment of blankness, of nothing more than tissue and muscle and spit.
Caught in Emilio’s hands, the pleasure was building like a creature hunting Beau down. It grew in the pit of him, every second expanding the feeling further than Beau thought he could hold.
And then it burst.
Beau came with his whole body, from his core, dick leaking onto his abs as his legs spasmed and trembled.
Emilio reached between them and jerked Beau off.
Beau convulsed. The pleasure built again, even more savage than last time. It was as if he came for the second time. He whimpered, teeth grit as he just took it.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Emilio was saying above him.
He pressed in one last time, getting in deep, and groaned as if he’d been shot as he came too.
The room was spinning, or maybe that was the inside of Beau’s head. Emilio collapsed over him, sticky and heavy.
They lay there for a while, regaining their senses.
“Was that supposed to discourage me?” Emilio croaked eventually.
Beau snorted, slapping at him. “Next time I won’t let you touch me.”
Emilio nipped his jaw. “Yeah, right.” He rubbed at Beau’s hole, making his thoughts scatter.
