Page 94 of Iced Out

“Shh,” I murmur into his ear, pulling back an inch before sinking back in. “If you can’t be quiet, I’m gonna have to stop. Something neither of us want.”

I know it’s asking a lot of him, the mouthy, vocal fucker he is. But there’s a fine line between a little reckless fun and getting arrested for public indecency. The latter is sure to happen if he can’t shut up. Though, I can’t say I blame him. The pressure around my cock is exquisite, the clenching making it nearly impossible from letting a chain of expletives spill from my own lips.

He remains silent when I give a tentative pump of my hips, so I go for another, each time sliding in until I’m seated all the way inside again. Tension lines his shoulders as he tries to keep quiet while I start moving quicker, my tempo increasing dramatically.

I reach around him, circling his cock with my fist, only to find it leaking with precum and begging for attention. Something like a whimper, or maybe a choked gasp, escapes him the moment I stroke him to the rhythm of my thrusts, and I catch him biting his fist to keep from shouting out.

“Good, Quinn,” I murmur hotly against the back of his neck. “Now, just relax. I got you.”

He loosens for me then, not just his shoulders, but his entire body. Becoming pliable for me, allowing me to drive us both up the mountain until we reach our peak, ready to jump off into a freefall together. But it’s not enough for him to let me take over, and soon he’s slamming his hips back into mine with unrelenting force. Impaling himself on my length impossibly deep and thrusting into my hand when I pull free.

Seeking, needing, aching for more of what I’m giving him.

The bookcase he’s clutching rattles from his frenzied movements, and I think he’s going to topple the thing over before this is all said and done.

Ripping his mouth from his fist, he pants out a soft moan. “Fuck, baby. More. I need more. Please.”

I’m giving him everything I fucking have as I pound into him at a frantic pace. With each powerful snap of my hips, he keeps pressing back against me, creating a muffled slap when I bottom out inside him. The little mewling sounds from the back of his throat becoming louder and more frequent.

So needy. So responsive to everything I do.

But also so,sorecklessly noisy.

“Oh, fuc—”

My free hand leaves where it was planted on his hips, clasping over his mouth to keep him quiet again.

“Every sound you make while I fuck you is so damn hot, but not if they get us caught,” I growl, giving his cock a warning squeeze in my fist. “Bite me if you need to, but you have to shut up.”

His mouth moves beneath my palm, teeth sinking into the fleshy muscle beneath my thumb as I push forward at a relentless pace. Even with his teeth digging into my skin, damn near hard enough to break the skin, I still catch all the muffled moans behind my hand.

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.

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