Page 84 of Iced Out

He nods, as if reading my thoughts. Seeing what I so desperately need.

“If you tell me to stop, I will.”

I know he will, just like I know he’ll do everything in his power to make sure that doesn’t have to happen. Even if it means sliding in one millimeter at a time.

His hips press forward in a gentle thrust, allowing the head of his cock to slip past the rim. And similar to when his fingers entered me, every nerve ending might as well be on fire. My ass throbs where he’s penetrating me, barely lodged inside my body. Pulsing with an aching need only he can feed.

“Oh, Jesus fucking fuck,” I mutter, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

“Can you take more?” he asks after a second.

I can tell he’s doing his best to keep his own shit together right now. If the pinch of his brow and set of his jaw are anything to go off, he’s barely hanging on from thrusting all the way in.

“Mhmm,” I groan between gritted teeth, not trusting myself to form complete words. And for good reason, because all I can do is gasp when he flexes his hips forward, tunneling in another inch.

“Fuck, Quinn. Are you okay? I need you to say something.”

I know he needs an answer, but I can’t fucking breathe, let alone speak, so I just nod and dig my fingertips into his hips hard enough to bruise. A signal to keep going.

The look on his face is wary at best, but he continues his assault on my body by taking me another inch. Another excruciating but blissful inch.

“Breathe,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against my jaw. “Relax for me, babe.”

I do my best to listen, but damn, it’s difficult. I feel like there’s a damn hockey stick shoved up there, and he’s not even completely inside me yet. Nowhere near close.

His hand wraps around my cock, the lube left on his fingers making it easy for it to glide up and down my length. The smooth strokes momentarily take hold of me, allowing my mind to focus on the pleasure shooting through me rather than the burning ache from where he’s lodged inside me.

Oakley rains kiss after kiss down my neck, jacking me in long, languid strokes until I relax for real.

“I got you,” he whispers against my ear, smooth as silk. “I got you, Quinn.”

My brain immediately wants to read into his words and the unchecked emotion in them as he says my name, maybe find some double meaning. But that’s just about the stupidest thing I could do, so instead, I wrap my legs around his ass and pull him toward me.

The movement causes him to tunnel in deeper, and I let out another tortured groan. One laced with both pleasure and pain.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me with those noises,” he pants, his voice more strained again.

“And you’ll kill me if you don’t start moving.”

All talking ceases after that, Oakley’s focus kept solely on sliding inside me deeper and deeper until he’s completely seated inside.

And I’m delightfully surprised that once he is, the stinging burn has almost disappeared entirely. In its place is an aching, desperate need for—

“More,” I moan, my hand squeezing his thigh. “Fuck, baby, give me more.”

His forehead dips down, brushing mine as a bead of sweat drips from his cheek onto my lips. I’m quick to lick it away, the salt exploding on my tongue as the hand around my cock picks up the pace, jacking me in quick, hard succession.

His thrusts become harder and more punishing, and each time his head swipes my prostate, a tingling sensation works its way through my extremities. I can feel it take over, the impending sign of release, and I welcome it. I need it.

I feel wholly consumed by him.

Owned in a way I’ve never experienced before.

“Just like that, Quinn. That’s it,” he soothes, his hand anchoring on my hip as he impales me with his cock.

My body lights up like the city skyline, release barreling down my spine until I’m helpless to stop it. So I don’t bother trying, instead letting it shoot me into outer space, going higher and higher as the stars behind my eyelids become blinding balls of light.

And I explode with them.

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