Iced Out (Leighton U, #1)

by C.E. Ricci

“Oh, suck my dick. Fucking douche.” I smirk and lean into him, allowing our proximity to work in my favor. “Whip it out. I’ll drop to my knees right here and now. Best head you’ll ever get, guaranteed.”

Deceased

I’m trapped, completely at his mercy. And he knows it. “Fight me, baby. There’s nothing I want more.”

🥵

“Fuck, this is a pretty sight,” I mutter, my hips giving small thrusts every time his mouth descends over my length. “Had I known this was the best way to get you to shut up, I would have suggested it years ago.”

Omfg

“But get your head on straight for tomorrow’s game, and maybe you’ll get a repeat.”

A REPEAT

And though I know I shouldn’t, I want his taunt to be an offer for another round of the best head I’ve ever received.

So, what? Am I bi now? Does sucking one dick make me bi?

Bestie I think so

“So you thought it was good, huh?” He doesn’t turn around; just flips the bird over his shoulder and keeps walking away.

Omfg I CANT

“Superstitions are pretty much the only thing I take as seriously as hockey. And this could be my last season. Yours too. I just wanna come out on top.” Or bottom. If he’d prefer it that way.

OR BOTTOM

“I, uh…” I clear my throat, not sure how to put this into words. “I thought so too. But now, I guess I’m not so sure.”

Baby bi🥹

“Fucking hell, man.” He blows out a harsh breath. “I’m gonna regret ever saying this, but I enjoyed you, ah, servicing me at the frat house. It was great—” I snort. “Servicing? Is this the 1950s, or are you just too afraid to say I sucked you off?”

LOL

“You didn’t seem to care too much when I was on my knees for you the other night.” He rubs his thumb over his bottom lip and smirks. “Call it a lapse in judgment.”

🤭

I can’t help the glare I aim his way. “Still the best blowjob you’ve ever had if I had to bet my last dollar on it. I’d double down and say it was the hardest you’ve ever come too.” His grin only widens. “The answer’s still no.” Fucking hell.

He doesn’t deny it🤭

“I can tell you’re frustrated. Believe me, I am too. You drive me fucking insane, and most of the time, not in a good way. But what better way than to work it out on each other? I’ll even let you go first. Whatever you want.”

I’m going to die

“I bet you’d like to fuck my face, for real this time. And you can. I’ll get down on my knees for you, here and now, if you say yes.”

🥵

“Just make sure you don’t go falling in love with me.” I scoff. “A little hard when I’m already in hate with you.” “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

🤭🤭🤭

“Fuck you, Quinton.” “That was the plan.” I shrug, scoffing. “Then you decided to bitch out.”

LMFAO

“You’re a noisy fucker,” I murmur, leaning down to nip at his collarbone when he lets out another groan of pleasure. “Observant as ever.”

“Fuck, and that wasn’t even real sex, but you’re already—without a doubt—the hottest lay of my life.”

“Good luck tomorrow,” he whispers before stepping away from me. “Not that you’ll need it.”

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, licking up and down the length of my shaft more. “I love the sound of you choking on my cock.”

“Guess we’re not very good at following our own rules,” I say with a laugh as the evidence of his orgasm washes down the drain at my feet. “Because I’m pretty sure we just broke every one we’ve set.”

🥹

“I…” He laughs. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I wasn’t kidding. Fuck the rules. We should toss them altogether.”

*panics* !!!!!!

“The world wouldn’t crumble around us if you admit you like me. Even just as a person. Please tell me you know that.”

“I think it’s just safer to pretend I don’t.”

😭

Except, from the way he says it, there’s one thing he did want. Desperately, it seems. Love. And it breaks my fucking heart to pieces.

STOP😭

“Quinn…we don’t have to.” “Yes, we do,” I tell him. Because there’s no other option. There’s no other person I want to do this with. Who I want to give this part of me to.

I am unwell

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

😭

“Because whether or not you want to admit it,” he whispers, fingers inching closer and closer to my dick. “I’m your favorite kind of distraction.”

His lips twitch in a smile. “You’re ridiculous.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to say but I’m yours, except…I’m

AHHH

“I can see why Oakley thinks you’d be a good—”

A GOOD WHAT LOL

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, sex and desire dripping from his voice as he layers his body over mine. “You know all’s fair in hate and hockey.”

“Fuck, baby, look at you. You take my cock so well,”

Falling in love wasn’t part of the deal. Hell, I was the one who went and told him not to fall in love with me, yet here I am doing exactly that. Catching feels in a fuck-buddy relationship, like a goddamn amateur.

“I don’t know…what you expect to come from all this.” He rubs the back of his neck before dropping it to his side again. “What do you want?” So many things. But the most important is…to not lose you. “For you to forgive me,” I whisper. “It doesn’t need to be today or tomorrow or next week or in a month. But I want your forgiveness, however long it takes to get it.”

😭😭

“Fight me, baby. There’s nothing I want more.”

“But once this all started between us, I also realized I wanted someone who would laugh at me. Or with me, it didn’t matter which. Someone to challenge me to be better. Who would drag me through the stacks and have his way with me. Who would tell me he couldn’t stand me and then kiss me all in the same breath.”

“I wanted to represent the trifecta of Reed boys, but this last one wouldn’t sign with me. Says if I’m only taking on one NHL prospect this year, there’s someone far more deserving on his team who I should be looking at instead.”

STOP😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I kiss him the way I’ve never kissed him before: freely and out in the open, where the entire fucking world can see.

YES

“You two are going to be a pain in the ass, aren’t you?” “Only Oakley,” Quinton chirps, a megawatt smile on his face. “I’m a reformed pain in the ass these days. No more fighting here. But this one here” —he motions to me— “has a rebellious streak for days.”

🥹🤭

“Oakley,” Louis’s voice comes from through the speaker. “You got a minute?” “Wouldn’t have answered if I didn’t.” He sighs on the other end of the line. “I see that boyfriend of yours is a wonderful influence on your attitude,” he notes, exasperation clear in his tone.

“Would the two of you shut up so I can tell you the rest of the information?” Louis snaps, breaking through our conversation. “Jesus, I should have known not to sign the two of you together. Now you’re gonna be even more of a pain in my ass than normal after this news breaks.”

“You know, I really fucking hate you sometimes.” He laughs that smooth, satin laugh of his, squeezing me against his chest even tighter than he was moments ago. “I know, baby. I love you too.”

AHHHHH