Page 93 of Iced Out

“Make it sloppy, Quinn,” I rasp, hand cupping the back of his head as I thrust into his mouth. “I want inside that ass before I come.”

He takes everything I give him, and I swear to God, he asks for more too. Every pump of my hips, he tries to take my length further, until I’m lodged deep down his throat.

When I lift my lids and look down at him, I find his gaze already locked on my face. Watching me. Taking in every ounce of pleasure written on my face. Pleasurehe’sgiving me.

His nostrils flare, the heat in his eyes searing me, spurring me on more as I continue fucking into his mouth.

That mouth was made to destroy me.

But his mouth isn’t enough. I want all of him. I want toseeall of him.

“Lose the pants,” I order.

A wicked grin curls his lips when he releases me. “You want me to put on a show for you, baby?” He doesn’t even bother giving me a second to respond. Instead, his sweats slide down over his thighs, revealing his cock. Long and hard and thick, a bead of pre-cum sitting on the tip making my mouth water.

And I notice, once again, he’s commando.

“No underwear,” I muse, locking gazes with him again. “You knew exactly what you wanted when you came here.”

He grins, leaning in for me again. “I had my hopes.”

Seems I’m not the only one who’s been insatiable for this since the first time.

My eyes heat when his lips find their way back to my dick at the same time he wraps a fist around himself, giving his length a slow tug.

Yes.

“Lemme see how hard you get from me fucking your face.”

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 tofuck.

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.

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