Iced Out (Leighton U #1)(18)

A sharp hiss escapes between my clenched teeth when he suddenly bites into the muscle between my shoulder and neck, sucking like he’s Edward fucking Cullen or something. Though, with his nearly-black hair and those ice blue eyes, he gives off more of a Damon Salvatore vibe.

Yet as sexy as it might be, it doesn’t mean I want to play vampire.

“What the fuck?” I ask, shoving at his chest until he releases me.

He pulls back to meet my glare, and I swear to God, bats his eyelashes like he’s the picture of fucking innocence. But the hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips gives him away.

“You said suck. I was listening.”

Oh, that’s fucking it.

My fingers latch on to his shoulder, and I attempt to push him down. “My dick, not my throat, de Haas. It’s time to put your money where your mouth is.”

His nostrils flare slightly in challenge as two rows of white teeth come out in a hellish grin. Then he drops to his knees on the tile floor and leans forward, not a flinch or pause in sight as his tongue flicks out against the blunt head of my cock, giving him his first taste of me.

But instead of easing into it, he goes all Quinton on me and dives in without a second thought of what he’s doing or the repercussions of his actions. And for once, I’m not at all upset about it.

“Holy shit,” I groan, counting backward from ten to keep my shit together. It works, but only just, because he’s using the perfect amount of pressure and technique to have me primed and ready to explode in less than a minute flat.

Which begs the question, has he done this before?

For whatever reason, the thought doesn’t sit right with me.

I’m not able to linger on it for long, though, because my mind circles immediately back to one thing while Quinton continues to lick and suck at my cock.

Release.

He runs his tongue along the underside of my shaft, his eyes flicking up to my face while he does. The sight is intoxicating. One of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced.

“Fuck, this is a pretty sight,” I mutter, my hips giving small thrusts every time his mouth descends over my length. “Had I known this was the best way to get you to shut up, I would have suggested it years ago.”

The comment must spur something inside him, because he works me harder, taking me all the way to the back of his throat until he gags. The sensation of smooth, wet muscle constricting around my length shoots rockets of desire straight to my balls.

“Ohmyfuck,” I breathe harshly, my grip white-knuckled on the vanity top behind me.

In the back of my mind, I know I should stop this before it goes further than it already has. And with Quinton, no less. I’d never be able to live this down if I don’t stop him from making me co—

Ah, fuck it. This can’t get much worse.

So I give in to the primal desire barreling down my spine, one hand leaving the cool porcelain for the longer hair on top of his head. My grip on the dark brown strands serves as an anchor, allowing me to hold him exactly where I want him as I take what I need.

Control falls from him back into my hands, exactly where I like it, and I waste no time putting it to use. I guide him up and down over my dick as my hips snap forward with a fast, relentless pace. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, and I let myself become consumed by the need for the release.

The ragged sound of my panting and the wet, sloppy noises Quinton makes while keeping up with what I’m feeding him bounce off the walls, serving as the soundtrack to a filthy fantasy I never knew I had.

And it’s fucking perfect.

Thrust after thrust inches me to the edge of impending ecstasy, right there for the taking. And when his hand reaches up and cups my balls, the pressure is enough to send me shooting without warning into the back of his throat.

Stars explode behind my eyes, and I continue to roll my hips forward while he milks my orgasm from me, swallowing down my cum like he’s greedy for it. He makes no signs of stopping, either, only pulling off long after I’ve been wrung dry.

Spit drips from my cock to the tile between my feet, and I focus on the spot as I try to calm my erratic heartbeat after what can only be classified as a mind-blowing orgasm.

But the thing about being shot high into space to the point of being weightless?

There’s always the crash back to Earth after.

And this one…it’s devastating. Probably enough to send the human race into extinction, like the goddamn dinosaurs.

Because the second my breathing evens out, the high wears off enough for me to recall who I just let blow me sky-high in a frat house bathroom.

How the fuck did this happen? Why didn’t I stop it?

Well, I know how.

It’s because I had to be the antagonistic asshole who just couldn’t let him win another round of this messed up beef between us. Instead of shutting my mouth and walking away, I let him get to me. Allowed him to see the cracks in my armor, giving him an opening to take his best shot at me.

One he took without hesitation.

As for the why…well, I’m still trying to figure it out.

My throat constricts as I stare down at him, all swollen-lipped and sex-mussed before me. And though I was the one who was just fucking his mouth, I’m smart enough to realize I’m the one about to be fucked.

Because there’s no going back from this. I’ll never regain the upper hand.