Iced Out (Leighton U #1)(74)

He smirks again, around my cock this time, and makes a show of jacking himself while he blows me. It’s a filthy, erotic sight, and soon enough, all my senses are quickly overstimulated in the best way.

A way bringing me closer and closer to release.

Using my free hand, I grip his wrist and drag his arm upward. His eyes flash to mine, a silent question in their blue depths as he continues to work me over with his mouth. Rather than give him an answer, I smirk and lick his index and middle fingers before dragging them past my lips. He groans around my length as my tongue swirls around the digits, getting them nice and wet for what I have planned.

Once I’m done and release him, I don’t even have to tell him what I want to do. He’s already reaching his arm behind him, sinking his fingers inside. I can tell the moment they breach past the rim, another sinful moan vibrating around my length, muffled it deep down his throat.

“That’s it, Quinn. Work yourself open for me,” I demand, my voice a gruff whisper as I piston my hips forward.

I’m caught between wanting to let my head fall back, truly letting the pleasure take over my senses, and keeping watch, all the while memorizing every single detail of this encounter for later. Sear it into my brain so I’ll never possibly forget it.

Pleasure wins out in the end.

How can’t it when everything he does makes me feel this good?

It doesn’t matter that he’s making me as rash and reckless as he’s known for being. But fuck, if it doesn’t make me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before. And if we’re gonna be reckless? If we’re going to fuck around in public, we’re actually going to fuck.

I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted inside him before this was over.

Pulling from his mouth, I yank him to his feet and spin him around to face the stacks. There’s only so much time before someone’s bound to walk through here, and I want him full of my cum well before that happens.

Spitting in my palm, I mix my saliva with his on my cock before lining up with his hole, pleased to find him already pressing back for more.

“Hold on to the shelf,” I command softly, to which he quickly obeys. “And do your best to keep quiet.”

Once I know he can steady himself, I press my hips forward just enough to crown him. I had planned to ease him into it, especially without any lube, but he pushes back on my second shallow thrust, and I slide all the way home.

“Oh, my. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, both hands digging into the wood hard enough to splinter it.

“Shh,” I murmur into his ear, pulling back an inch before sinking back in. “If you can’t be quiet, I’m gonna have to stop. Something neither of us want.”

I know it’s asking a lot of him, the mouthy, vocal fucker he is. But there’s a fine line between a little reckless fun and getting arrested for public indecency. The latter is sure to happen if he can’t shut up. Though, I can’t say I blame him. The pressure around my cock is exquisite, the clenching making it nearly impossible from letting a chain of expletives spill from my own lips.

He remains silent when I give a tentative pump of my hips, so I go for another, each time sliding in until I’m seated all the way inside again. Tension lines his shoulders as he tries to keep quiet while I start moving quicker, my tempo increasing dramatically.

I reach around him, circling his cock with my fist, only to find it leaking with precum and begging for attention. Something like a whimper, or maybe a choked gasp, escapes him the moment I stroke him to the rhythm of my thrusts, and I catch him biting his fist to keep from shouting out.

“Good, Quinn,” I murmur hotly against the back of his neck. “Now, just relax. I got you.”

He loosens for me then, not just his shoulders, but his entire body. Becoming pliable for me, allowing me to drive us both up the mountain until we reach our peak, ready to jump off into a freefall together. But it’s not enough for him to let me take over, and soon he’s slamming his hips back into mine with unrelenting force. Impaling himself on my length impossibly deep and thrusting into my hand when I pull free.

Seeking, needing, aching for more of what I’m giving him.

The bookcase he’s clutching rattles from his frenzied movements, and I think he’s going to topple the thing over before this is all said and done.

Ripping his mouth from his fist, he pants out a soft moan. “Fuck, baby. More. I need more. Please.”

I’m giving him everything I fucking have as I pound into him at a frantic pace. With each powerful snap of my hips, he keeps pressing back against me, creating a muffled slap when I bottom out inside him. The little mewling sounds from the back of his throat becoming louder and more frequent.

So needy. So responsive to everything I do.

But also so, so recklessly noisy.

“Oh, fuc—”

My free hand leaves where it was planted on his hips, clasping over his mouth to keep him quiet again.

“Every sound you make while I fuck you is so damn hot, but not if they get us caught,” I growl, giving his cock a warning squeeze in my fist. “Bite me if you need to, but you have to shut up.”

His mouth moves beneath my palm, teeth sinking into the fleshy muscle beneath my thumb as I push forward at a relentless pace. Even with his teeth digging into my skin, damn near hard enough to break the skin, I still catch all the muffled moans behind my hand.