Page 53 of Iced Out

Another scorching kiss is pressed on my lips, tongue once again diving in for more, kneading and twisting with mine while he works to open my pants.

I break away to catch my breath, helping him shove the fabric and my underwear to my feet. “You’re in quite the rush.”

“Mmm,” he hums, wrapping his hand around my shaft. “Worshiping properly takes time. I’m not looking to waste any.”

I almost drag him to one of the beds with that comment, ready to get this little celebration kicked off in the best way. His mouth wrapped around my dick.

But a new side of Quinton came out to play tonight, becoming more apparent when he shoves me back onto the mattress, strips out of his briefs, and climbs up to straddle my waist. His ass bumps and grinds down on my aching length as he dives in for another kiss and pillages my mouth some more, the combination of sensations driving me crazy.

God, I wasn’t wrong when I said his mouth would be my undoing. But I didn’t consider the way the rest of him does too. His taste and scent, the sinful dimples I just can’t get enough of. The way his fingers coast over my skin, light as a feather, before gripping on to me for dear life.

Everything he does unravels me a little more.

He reaches beneath him, wrapping his palm around me and gives an expert stroke. My eyes roll back in my head, lost in the blissful nirvana of his touch. It’s not long before I begin rocking up into his hand—seeking more friction as my desire builds—and the movement causes his cock to bob in front of him. Hard, glistening with precum, and ready to get in on the action.

It’s then I realize, as much as I want to feel his exceptionally enthusiastic mouth wrapped around my dick, I want my turn at his too. After all, going down on him seems to be a common thing with scoring hat tricks, and I’m looking to test this theory again for tomorrow’s game.

“Lemme taste you.”

He laughs. “And what if I wanted to go first?”

I can’t believe I’m about to suggest this, but… “Then turn around.”

His brows furrow, hand faltering on my cock. “What?”

“Just do it, or I’ll make you,” I tell him, already grabbing at his hips to do it myself. Thankfully, he helps me out, flipping us into the perfect—

“Sixty-nine?” Quinton says, eyeing me from over his shoulder. “Now who’s in a rush?”

I hike a brow up. “It’s better than arguing about who has to wait their turn sucking dick.”

A disgruntled expression crosses his face, his nose wrinkling up a little when he figures I’m right. Or he just doesn’t want to argue with me.

Either way, it’s a win-win for me.

“Good. Now give me my reward.”

“Your reward?” he asks with a laugh.

I flick the tip of my tongue over his crown. “I said what I said.”

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.

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