Iced Out Quotes

“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.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“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.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“How in the ever-loving fuck this guy gets me worked up with his presence alone is so far outside my IQ range, it’s laughable.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“I literally think I hate you sometimes.” Rather than allowing me to deny him, he grabs the back of my neck and hauls me in and takes what he wants. He kisses me hard, the kind that curls my toes, before whispering against my lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“I just wanna know how it feels to be owned by him, even if it’s just once.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“But get your head on straight for tomorrow’s game, and maybe you’ll get a repeat.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“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.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“But fuck me, I wanna explore every curve and line and indent on his body. Learn it with my lips and tongue while it follows the paths my hands have already taken.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“OhholyJesusfuckingGod,” he moans in a single breath.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“He bridges the tiny pocket of space between our mouths, his lips brushing against mine in a feather-light kiss. One so soft, it’s barely a kiss at all. And I sink into it. Into the pure innocence of it. Into the intimacy of it, until I’m unable to escape the hold it’s got over me. But I don’t want to escape. Not now, not ever. I want to bottle this entire moment up into a single heartbeat and cherish it in all its glory. Because come morning light, one of two things are bound to happen. He’ll wake up beside me and regret every moment of what just happened. Or he won’t. But either way, I need to save it. File it in my memory as something pure and perfect. Something to remain untouched, no matter what happens tomorrow. And then pretend this doesn’t change anything between us. Even if I know it’s a lie.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“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.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“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.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

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

“He narrows his eyes at me into near slits. “You’re being serious.” I blink, nodding once. “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.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“Even the part of him kicking my ass, since the douchewaffle never seems to back down from solving his problems with his fists.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“Someone’s getting testy,” I taunt. It feels good to be the one getting under his skin. “And someone’s pretending like he played the best game of his life tonight when you couldn’t find the net if it crawled up your ass and made a home there.” A bark of laughter burst from me. “Again with the gay jokes, huh, de Haas? Couldn’t come up with something to make you sound any more like a bigot?” His lips curl back into a sneer. “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.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“The guy’s talented, as much as I hate to admit it. He could make it big—I’m talking NHL big—if he wasn’t such a hothead. Or a raging douche canoe.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“I swear to God, Oakley, who might be the most top guy I’ve ever met, just asked me to— “Fuck me, Quinn.” Yeah, that. Holy mother of shit.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“My lucky socks don’t have profanity on them,” he counters. “Just like…ducks and donuts and shit.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“Either way, the anticipation is higher than a pothead on 420.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“First with letting him shove his dick down my throat and swallowing his cum like it’s a fucking Slurpee.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“And I’m not even into dudes. Right?”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“Too bad my brain is firmly locked on the feeling of his erection against my thigh, begging me to return to favor. And God, how I want to.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“I’d never be able to live this down if I don’t stop him from making me co— Ah, fuck it. This can’t get much worse.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“Fight me, baby. There’s nothing I want more.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“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.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“I cut him off with a bruising kiss, because there’s nothing else to say here. Nothing else to think or do other than kiss him more. Pin him against the door of his car and kiss him harder. Deeper. With as much passion and gratitude as humanly possible. Leave him breathless, the same way he does me.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“So rather than keep fighting a losing battle, I walk away; tiny pieces of my heart left in my wake as he does nothing to stop me.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“Every emotion rippling through my body seeps into this kiss. Anger, hurt, betrayal. Hope, love. Hate.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out

“That’s the most fucked up part of it all, though. There you were, from the beginning, telling me not to fall in love with you. But I did anyway. And if I’d listened to you, this wouldn’t hurt nearly as much. Because it does hurt, knowing you don’t trust me. Knowing I don’t deserve your trust anymore.”
― C.E. Ricci, Iced Out