Iced Out (Leighton U #1)(56)

My prostate.

Also known as the key to an orgasm capable of sending me to another fucking dimension.

And holy shit, it does. Every single time Oakley’s touched the damn thing, I came buckets. Gallons, even, and harder and longer than I ever have with anyone else. I’m at that point already, and just from one fucking pass of his cock against it. I can’t go back to his fingers after feeling this.

“Fuck, right there,” I moan again when he swipes over it again, my head falling back against his shoulder. “More, Oak.”

He continues sinking into me slowly while I slide through his fist, the most exquisite kind of pressure filling and constricting me at the same time. It’s overwhelming, and it continues to hurtle me toward the edge of a cliff I’m desperate to jump from. One leading to pure fucking nirvana.

The noises he manages to rip straight from my chest are nothing short of animalistic. Like there’s no human left in me, just pure, carnal need.

“God, listen to you,” he rasps, the deep cadence of his voice strained. “So fucking needy for me, and I’ve barely given you anything.”

He’s right. If this is what he can do with only the head of his cock? I have no doubts he’ll reduce me to a panting, moaning mess with the whole thing. And if my responses are any indication, I’m sure to enjoy every second of it.

“More.” I turn my face, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and tugging. “Let me have it all.”

“Not happening.”

“Oak—”

“Ask again and I’ll stop right now.”

Goddamnit.

A wicked smile forms on his face at my silence before he brushes his lips against mine, and I don’t know if it makes me more desperate for him to fuck me like he means it or if I’d rather slap his smug-ass grin clean off his face.

But to hell if I’ll open my mouth and say a thing, because each and every pump of his hips shoots rockets of desire through my entire body, and I’m not ready for it to end.

Oakley’s free hand moves from my waist to my throat before offering a light squeeze. “Taunt me about self-control again, de Haas. I dare you. Because in the end, you’re gonna be the one who suffers.”

I’m ready to tell him it’s too late, I’m already suffering from the dire need to be fucked and filled as soon as humanly possible, but the words die on my lips as he pegs my prostate again and only a guttural groan breaks free.

My balls seize up, my cock throbbing and aching with the need to release as I pant into his mouth.

“I’m close,” he murmurs against my lips, the hand wrapped around my throat tightening slightly as he pumps his hips faster.

The back of my head connects with his shoulder, and I wrap my fist around his, helping him jack me the way I need to get me there too. Impending release barrels down my spine, and when Oakley pulls out and pushes me against the wall of the shower, I lose all control.

I barely have time to take over where he left off before cum soaks through my fingers, falling to the floor and washing down the drain at my feet. Oakley’s head lands in the crook of my neck, his teeth clamping onto my shoulder, and I know he’s not far behind me.

“Come,” I pant, my forehead pressed to the cool tile.

And he does seconds later, his release spilling across my lower back.

Marking me. Maybe even claiming me.

As much as I’d like to bask in this glow and not move for hours, I know there’s a good chance of someone coming to check the showers soon before heading out for the night. And I also know there’s exactly a hundred percent chance Oakley would never want them to discover us in here together.

So I peel my body away from his and turn to rinse his cum off my back.

He leans against the opposite wall to catch his breath, and I use the opportunity to ogle. Shamelessly, I might add.

“Guess we’re not very good at following our own rules,” I say with a laugh as the evidence of his orgasm washes down the drain at my feet. “Because I’m pretty sure we just broke every one we’ve set.”

When I glance up, Oakley’s studying me curiously.

“What?” I ask, suddenly a little more self-conscious.

“I…” He laughs. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I wasn’t kidding. Fuck the rules. We should toss them altogether.”

Not what I was expecting. At all. But holy hell, am I down for more of what just happened in this damn shower. So much more, my entire body vibrates with need all over again.

Jesus, I’m such a slut for this guy’s dick, it’s insane.

And there’s one sentence I never once saw myself thinking, but here we are.

“Even the part where we don’t tell anyone?”

He bites his lip for a second, and I swear, he’s about to say yes. It doesn’t last long, though, before he shakes his head. “I think it’s safer if that one stays. But…fucking hell, I’m fine with doing whatever, whenever. Screw the before game only rule.”

“I like this idea. Especially if it involves more screwing.”

His eyes flare with heat, gaze tracking down my body and back up again before landing on where his teeth sank into my shoulder. Where I have no doubt he left a mark, the same way I did to him at one time.

“Now what? Admiring your handiwork?”