Page 50 of On Thin Ice

When I pressed my slick fingers to his hole, he moaned. “That’s it,” he said, his head tipping back against my pillows. “Open me up.”

I watched as he rocked into my fingers, completely unabashed about what he wanted.

And fuck, it did something to me.

It made me bold.

Made me hungry.

Made me want to bury myself so deep inside him that he’d never forget who he belonged to.

I worked another slick finger inside him, marveling at the way his body gripped me.

“More,” he rasped, his hands fisting the comforter beneath him.

I worked a third finger carefully into his channel, and he moaned, pushing back against me like he couldn’t get enough.

“God,” I breathed out.

“No, just Bell.” He cracked one eye open and grinned. “Now, tell me how pretty my hole looks swallowing your fingers.”

I barked out a surprised laugh. “Anyone ever tell you you’ve got a huge ego?”

He smiled, his eyes twinkling. “You love it.”

I did. I really fucking did.

“I bet it’d look even prettier gobbling up your fat cock.”

It would, I decided, slicking my dick quickly, my hands clumsy with how badly I wanted him.

I lined myself up, pushing against his hole, and I swear to God I nearly lost consciousness as I felt him open around me. The tight heat was almost too much, my vision blurring at the edges as I fought to maintain control.

Bell threw his head back with a low, guttural moan, the tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief against his flushed skin. A bead of sweat traced a path down his temple before disappearing into his hairline. “Yeah, Ethan. Just like that.”

Hearing my name in his voice—rough with need, trembling at the edges—nearly undid me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to blow my load immediately, trying to breathe through the overwhelming sensation of being inside him for the first time. Every nerve ending sang with the pleasure of it, my pulse thundering in my ears.

I pulled out slightly and then thrust back in, a little deeper this time.

Bell’s throat worked around a deep swallow. “More,” he rasped. “Give me all of it.”

I drove forward again, hitting deeper, setting a slow, grinding rhythm.

I watched him, watched the way his body opened for me, took me in like he was made for this.

For me.

The room was filled with the slick, obscene sounds of skin against skin, the sharp, gasping breaths we dragged into our lungs.

“Open your eyes, E,” he whispered. “Look at me, baby.”

I hadn’t even realized they were closed, but I forced them open, and what I saw nearly broke me.

Bell wasn’t just giving me his body.

He looked like he was giving meeverything.

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