Iced Out (Leighton U #1)(75)

The potent scent of sweat and sex fill the air around us, sending my lust into overdrive. Need turns into desperation as I piston into him, taking from him as much as I’m giving. More and more precum pools on his tip, and I spread down his shaft as I jack him from root to tip. The desire to taste it runs rampant through me, but so does the need to fill him.

Mark and claim him as mine with my cum.

My tongue darts out, licking a bullet of sweat dripping down his neck instead. The taste of salt and Quinn bursts on my tongue, and I nip at his throat for more, causing him to groan some more. The sound vibrates off my palm loud enough, I swear someone has to be hearing us.

But at this point, I don’t even care about getting caught. Hell, nothing else matters right now except for me and Quinn and this and us.

His breathing comes in harsh gasps from beneath my palm, quickly turning into a muted cry of pleasure. And I know I must be hitting just the right spot inside him. The spot that makes him see stars for me, and me alone.

And it’s enough to make my balls ache and throb for release.

“That’s it, Quinn. Get there,” I rasp, my voice coming out low and ragged. “Come for me.”

Almost on command, he bears down on me, his climax sending me spiraling into my own. Cum spurts from me as I bury myself deep inside him and hold there. His ass might as well be a vise, milking my orgasm with every constricting clench and squeeze it makes around my length.

“Fuck,” I mutter, his cum spreading through my fingers and dripping to the floor at his feet. “Fuck, that’s it.”

His teeth release their hold on my hand, and when I pull it back to look at it, I find a couple spots where he damn near broke skin.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, forehead falling against the shelves in front of him. “It was that or shout out for the entire building to hear.”

“Don’t you fucking dare apologize. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Better than the shower?”

The comparison causes me to pause, because the shower was sure as hell one of the hottest experiences of my life too. Edging at its finest.

But this wins. By a fucking landslide.

“Better than the shower,” I confirm.

And I’m now realizing Quinn might’ve found some sort of hidden thrill-seeker hiding inside me. The possibility of being caught gets me off. Him too, apparently.

But even with a new kink unlocked, it’s not true exhibitionism, and I definitely don’t want to be caught. The orgasm I was chasing made it so I didn’t care, but now with the high wearing off, it doesn’t sound pleasant in any capacity. No matter how worth it the release was.

So even though I’m ready to collapse into a sweaty, cum soaked mess with him and not move for hours, I pull free from his body and start righting myself. He does too, clearly agreeing we’ve been risky enough for one day. No need to add any extra minutes to get caught.

Once we’re both decent, cocks put away and sweatpants pulled up our hips, I crowd him back against the shelves and kiss him.

Soft and slow, like it’s the only thing in the world I want to be doing.

And right now, it is.

When I pull away, once again gasping for air, there’s a dopey, euphoric smile on his face. “We’re so doing that again.”

I chuckle and rest my forehead against his. “Maybe we should make sure we’ve escaped unnoticed this time before we plan another round?”

“You’re probably right.” He lets out a soft sigh, adding, “And why limit ourselves to just the library? We’ve already christened the locker room. There’s plenty of other academic buildings for us to fornicate in.”

I lean away to look at his face. “Did you seriously just say fornicate?”

A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips. “What can I say? Maybe you fucked me so hard into these shelves, some of the knowledge on them got inside me too.”

“Wow,” I murmur, shaking my head. “Unbelievable.”

He laughs, leaning in to kiss me again, but I shove my hand in his face and push him away.

“I literally think I hate you sometimes.”

Rather than allowing me to deny him, he grabs the back of my neck and hauls me in and takes what he wants. He kisses me hard, the kind that curls my toes, before whispering against my lips.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”





Twenty-Six

Oakley

Quinton and I are lounging across the couch in his living room, some sitcom on the television screen, on one of the first nights we’ve snagged together all week.

Our schedules are both hectic this semester, not even lining up enough to grab lunch or dinner together like we did last term. Besides practice, I haven’t even seen him. We’ve been too busy to do much besides send a few flirty check-in texts, thanks to classes now being in full swing.

And if our little rendezvous in the library taught me anything, it’s that even studying together might not be the safest option if we want to actually study.

But we took a break from cramming tonight, and I have to admit, I’m glad. Happy to exist in this little pocket of space with him where we can relax and just…be.

He laughs at something one of the characters says on the screen, the decadent sound going straight to the organ in my chest as his fingers trail up and down the exposed skin on my arm.