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.”

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.”

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

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

“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.

“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.”

I don’t have a chance to finish my thought before the unthinkable happens, and Oakley grabs the back of my neck, slamming his mouth to mine.

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

“Hit me. Hurt me. Get your payback. Your revenge. I don’t care what you do or how you do it, but please, do something. Fucking anything is better than this.” My throat feels raw and shredded from shards of glass as I repeat the words he said the day he flipped my world on axis. “Fight me, baby. There’s nothing I want more.”