Iced Out (Leighton U #1)(44)

A low rumble comes from deep within his chest, and it might be the sexiest sound I’ve heard from him yet.

“Keep licking it like that and your turn is gonna be over way before you want it to be.”

I smirk before I take a long, languid suck on his dick and give a measured thrust up so my cock brushes his lips. “Less talking, de Haas. More sucking.”

Despite my demand, Quinton takes a slower approach than I do, licking and teasing along my shaft until I’m practically panting for more around him. I even attempt to thrust up into his mouth when he starts sucking on the head, forcing him to take more, but his hand quickly holds my hip in place.

It’s pure, agonizing torture, but he keeps at it, refusing me the one thing I’m desperate for.

And then it happens. He hollows out his cheeks and takes me into the back of his throat on the first go.

I moan around his length and take him deeper too, my hands grasping either side of his ass and pulling him down toward me. When the tip of his dick inches its way down my throat, I swallow, giving him the same care and attention he’s showing me—gagging around his shaft until I can’t fucking breathe.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, licking up and down the length of my shaft more. “I love the sound of you choking on my cock.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head, his words going straight to my dick that twitches against his lips. He wraps them around my length again, plunging deep until I hit the back of his throat. The soft, smooth flesh constricts around my crown, and stars form behind my eyelids.

We keep going at each other, licking and sucking like our fucking lives depend on it. And they very well might, at this point. If I don’t come soon, I might actually end up six feet under.

I adjust my grip on his ass, trying to coax him into a steady thrusting rhythm when my middle finger accidentally gets closer to his crease than I intended. The touch causes him to moan, loud and needy, like a fucking porn star, and the vibrations around my cock go straight to my balls.

Releasing him, I pop a finger into my mouth to wet it before bringing it back to his crease. Another moan comes from him as I tease the digit over the tight little bud.

“Have you ever been introduced to your prostate?” I ask, swirling the pad of my finger against his hole. I’ve played with his ass a couple times prior to this, but never broached the topic of penetration before now.

He nods, popping off my dick and taking over with his hand. “A few times.”

My brows arch in surprise. “Really?”

“I mean, it wasn’t something I was seeking out. But this one girl would get really into giving head, and her fingers started straying, and—”

“Okay, yeah. I got it,” I mutter, cutting it off before he spills details I don’t need to hear while we’re naked and going at each other’s dicks like they’re popsicles.

Or ever, really.

He bites his lip, and the sight does something to me. Something wicked and animalistic. Until he opens his mouth and words come out.

“Are you jealous right now?”

“Just shut up and go grab the lube.”

Quinton listens, making quick work of grabbing the bottle from where I keep it in my bag, and tossing it at me. Then he’s climbing back over me in the same position like he’d never even left.

“It’s okay if you’re jealous, you know,” he continues, and if he wasn’t already leaning down and licking at my cock again, I would push him off me for the hell of it.

I roll my eyes in response as I apply a generous amount of lube to my first two fingers. Mostly because, yes, I’m a little jealous of some random girl he probably doesn’t even remember the name of. Which is the last thing he needs to know, considering this is no-strings and only to benefit the team.

My fingers are at his crease again, swiping the cool liquid up and down over his ass. And just like before, he’s already rocking up into my touch, seeking more pressure against his hole.

“Just tell me to stop if it gets to be too much,” I say in warning before pushing into the tight heat of his body.

I take my time working him open, giving shallow pumps of my hand while swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. Lavishing it with attention while priming him for the orgasm of his life.

“Fuck,” he bites out, his teeth sinking into the fleshy part of my thigh the moment my finger swipes against his prostate the first time. “Oh, my fucking Jesus God.”

The sharp pain from his bite makes my cock twitch in response, and he’s quick to dive back in, taking my entire length in a single pull.

Fuck, he’s good at that. To the point where his ass clenching around my finger and the heat of his mouth might send me over the edge far sooner than I’d like.

My hips take on a life of their own, pumping up into his mouth as I pay extra attention to the tip of his dick, lapping at the precum continuing to leak from it. More and more of it escapes with every brush my finger makes against the little pleasure button inside him, and I’m greedy for it. Desperate, even.

Another moan comes from him, and I can tell he’s close. I am too, my balls drawing up from the way his throat contracts around my length, pulling me impossibly deeper.

He’s getting sloppy now, the excess spit dripping down from my shaft onto my balls adding another layer of torture to this heavenly experience. Priming me to be launched into another dimension.