Iced Out (Leighton U #1)(84)

This is something he wants. Something he wants from me.

And I’ll be damned if I can deny him a fucking thing anymore.

“Okay,” I whisper, releasing my hold on his hips.

He takes it as permission to proceed, and without another moment to second guess his decision, he drops down onto my cock, impaling himself with half the length on the first go. And he makes no sign of stopping until I’m fully seated inside him.

“Shit,” he hisses through clenched teeth. The hand resting on my chest balls into a fist as he pauses all movement, adjusting to my intrusion.

“You good?” I ask, though I’m not sure why. I’m barely holding it together myself down here, the tight sheath of his ass gripping and clamping around my cock making it nearly impossible not to come on the spot.

A sharp exhale leaves him and he nods. Shifting his pelvis, he rises up before sinking back down on me all over again.

“Oh, my fuck,” I murmur. “You’re gonna kill me by the end of this.”

His tongue darts out over his bottom lip, a lusty, potent look in his eyes. “Now you know how it feels every time I’m inside you.”

Do I fucking ever. It’s like dying and going straight to my own filthy heaven.

He finds a rhythm quickly, every rise and drop of his hips drawing out more pleasure from me until I can’t possibly take any more.

“Fuck, baby, look at you. You take my cock so well,” I murmur, watching as he impales himself on my length. The sight alone is so erotic, it’ll probably live rent-free in my head for the rest of my damn life.

A sensual grin crosses his face when I roll my fist over the head of his cock, and his head drops back like he’s staring up at the stars. Except the only ones he’s seeing right now are behind his eyelids as I drive up into him at the same time he drops down onto me.

“Do that again,” he demands, arching his hips forward to seek more of my touch.

I do as he asks, twisting my wrist around the crown of his cock, lavishing it with attention as he quickens his pace.

“Trying to top from the bottom there, Oak?” I pant, lost in the way he’s moving over me. Completely enthralled by him.

Another grin appears on his lips, this one more playful. “Technically that’s what you’re doing.”

Well, we can’t have that, can we?

One hand moves to behind his neck, the other latching tighter on his hip before I flip us without warning, all while keeping my dick buried deep inside him. His back hits the mattress below us with a thud, and a low groan rumbles from deep within his chest.

“Good?”

I pull back to search his face for signs of pain, but he offers me a nod of assurance as he grips my bicep for dear life.

“Holy shit, yes. Fucking perfect,” he whispers as I roll my hips into him again.

My hips piston into him again, the new position not letting me go as deep, but it must peg his prostate just right from the euphoric expression on his face. All lips parted and hazy-eyed, like he’s dick drunk on my cock.

“Good. Then fuck your fist, baby. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

His fingers curl around his shaft at my command, stroking his length in time with every thrust. I watch his face as he takes himself higher, edging closer to the promise of release. Soft pants leave him with every pump of my hips, turning into full out gasps when the head of my cock brushes against his prostate some more, lighting him up from the inside out.

It’s intoxicating, seeing him like this.

My hand wraps around the top of the headboard as I drive into him, grabbing his waist with the other hand. I anchor him in place as I take everything he has to give, and he doesn’t fight me on it. Doesn’t protest as I take control from him. And it’s crazy to see the guy who loves to have a hold over every situation, with his rules and regulations, hand the reins to me without a second thought.

It’s trust and respect, and earning those things from him is a feeling like no other.

“God, I can’t wait to feel you clenching around me when you come,” I growl, my hips snapping up into his harder as I find my rhythm. “It’s gonna be fucking amazing.”

It already is amazing. Everything about this moment is utter perfection, and while I’m growing more and more desperate for release, I also never want it to end.

I could stay here, just like this, wrapped up in him forever.

“Oh, fuck. Right there,” he utters as I swipe over his prostate again. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as I continue brushing against it, the pace of his fist moving over his cock becoming more hasty and erratic.

He’s wrecked beneath me. Ruined in a way I never thought I’d see.

And he’s never been more perfect.

The need to kiss him becomes overwhelming, and I close the gap between us, taking his lips in the same way I’m taking his body. Methodically. Thoroughly. Leaving no part untouched.

“Come for me, baby,” I coax, my lips a whisper against his. “Come.”

Oakley’s mouth crashes back into mine at my command, once again fighting for dominance, while still relinquishing his control. A sharp twinge of pain sends a bolt of lust straight to my cock when his teeth sink into my bottom lip until he draws blood.

It’s ruthless and carnal, yes.

But it’s also us.

My tongue flicks over the wound, the coppery tang flooding my mouth as his own dives past my lips for another taste. He invades my every sense as we grind and thrust and fight and fuck. I might be the one inside him, but he might as well be the one exploring every single inch of me.