Page 67 of Cracked Ice (The F*cked Up Players #1)

“It feels good having your body worshipped while I take your mouth, doesn’t it, Princess?”

The way her tongue teases and strokes at just my fingers makes me hard as fucking granite. I’m ready to shove her to the base in one go but first . . .

“Trevor, stick your fingers in her cunt. I want another taste.”

He does what I demand, relinquishing the control he doesn’t want, while Sydney groans around my fingers again, even more so when I add a third. “There you go, baby. We have to account for width too.”

Sydney whines and her eyes roll as Trevor and I stuff her from both ends.

Trevor pulls his fingers out first and my mouth draws open.

Trevor—overachiever that he is—made sure to coat three of his fingers in her creamy juices.

He stands up and drags them teasingly over my lips, painting me in her cream, before wrapping his free hand around my neck.

Squeezing the sides, he slides his fingers down my throat, straight to the back, until I gag around them.

That little cock tease. He knows this isn’t about me feeling good, it’s supposed to be about her.

I want to suck his fucking dick right now.

I eye his partially open jeans and swelling cock.

Removing my fingers from Sydney’s throat, I grip his wrist.

“All in due time,” I taunt, licking my lips clean of Sydney’s taste.

Focusing back on the star of this show. “Do you think you’re ready for the real thing?” I ask Sydney.

“Yes . . . but . . .” she trails off, looking first to me, then Trevor.

She swallows, and again the urge to slide in her throat with guns blazing, hitting the back until my cock piercings slides over her fucking uvula, is almost too great.

“I want . . .” She clears her throat and sits up a little straighter. “I want to see . . . you do it.”

“Do what , Princess?” I tease.

I know exactly what she wants, but I need to hear her say it. To admit she likes this part of me too.

“I want to watch you suck him, first,” she says. “Please.”

I scratch my chin as though considering it. Sucking that man’s cock is a fucking gift I don’t turn down often.

“You want to learn from the master firsthand? I’m flattered,” I chortle, “I guess I could show you how it’s done.”

Her eyes peer up at Trevor as if seeking his permission. He grants it eagerly, smirking down at her.

“Have I mentioned I really like your new toy, Lucien? You should hang on to this one.” Trevor drawls, the obvious lust contagious enough to get him high off it as he puts voice to desire.

“Okay, then. Watch and learn,” I announce, reaching an arm behind me to pull off my shirt. I drop to my knees in front of Trevor, giving Sydney a front-row view.

She watches me as I fold down his jeans, his cock pressing against the unforgiving fabric.

Gripping the edges of his pants, I slide them down his muscular thighs, leaving his underwear for last. When I get past his knees, I drop the bundle of denim to his ankles, allowing him to step out of them completely.

I unconsciously bite my lower lip as I look up at him, taking him in.

He’s so goddamn pretty. I’ll never understand why Trevor would ever limit himself to just girls.

A gift like him should be shared with the entire fucking world.

Though, ironically, it was the rest of the world that kept him from me in the first place.

It was because the world was cruel that he couldn’t bring himself to love me, the way I loved him.

“Don’t . . . tease me . . .” he begs, panting like we just finished a two-hour practice drill.

Fuck, I love it when he does that.

I smirk devilishly up at him.

“Why shouldn’t I?” I taunt, reaching for the knife beside me on the bench.

“It’s not fair,” he pants.

“Fair?” I swing the blade, cutting his briefs free. The swipe is quick and Sydney’s mouth parts in surprise. She’s even more horrified when she realizes I cut him a little with the motion.

Trevor hisses a breath, buckling forward as he grips my shoulders.

Dropping the knife, I brace my hands against his ass. “Mm, but teasing you is my favorite activity, you know that.”

I run my tongue over the cut, soothing the hurt and staunching the blood.

Sydney looks stunned.

My lips stretch into a wide smile; one I’m sure Trevor feels against his split skin.

Now she’s starting to get it .

She’d better—quite literally—have tough skin, dealing with a demon like me. I’m fucked up in all the ways she’s imagined and more. Worse, probably. She never should have followed me because now, I don’t think she’ll ever find her way back. We’re lost to each other.

My forehead brushes along Trevor’s thick shaft as I nip and lick along his inner thigh.

His legs shake and quiver while I make my way to where he really wants me.

His dripping cock twitches, tapping me in the chin when it springs up to greet me, but I stall my movements.

Picking up the knife again, I lightly scratch the blade along the deep V chiseled into his torso.

Not enough to cut or bleed, just a trace as I admire the lines of muscle and flesh.

I’m tempted to cut him again. To hear him moan and lose himself to me like he has so many times before.

“You’re . . . setting . . . a bad . . . example,” Trevor moans, barely able to get out the words as I lick at the first cut again, making my way up to the underside of his length.

“S-she might think she can get away with teasing you like this,” he stammers as he does exactly as I intended and loses himself to my touch.

I chuckle darkly, wrapping his hard dick in my fist. “How else is she supposed to learn what the consequences are when she does something bad?” I lament.

Something between a laugh and a moan sounds from him when I stroke him firmly from the hilt to his fat, wet head, causing a long line of precum to string from his dick and plop right on my thigh.

“You’re e-evil,” he groans.

“That’s right, keep talking dirty to me.”

I suck him into my mouth, languishing his cock like it’s my favorite brand of ice cream and look over to Sydney, who instinctively licks her own lips.

Running my hands over his balls, I give them a nice squeeze.

“Fuck, yes, harder.”

Sydney inches closer, craning for a better view, but I don’t stop. If she wants to learn anything from me it can be this: if she wants something, she needs to reach out and take it.

Trevor notices her apprehension.

“Come here, Sydney. Stand up.”

She bounces up with a hop, relief showing on her face now that she’s been given instruction.

He holds her to his side, his arm wrapped around her waist as he lets her look down at me sucking him off.

“He’s so fucking good looking when he does that, isn’t he?” he asks, his cheek pressed to hers while his jade eyes bore into me.

She nods, staring into my eyes too with my mouth full of cock. Even after everything that’s happened tonight, she still looks at me like I’m her whole world, like out of a million worlds I’m the place she’d reside—I could get used to it.

Her obsession feels a lot like love. Or what I remember of it feels a lot like her.

“Feel how soft his hair is.” He guides her hand to pet me, her small hands strumming through my locks. She’s undeterred and my eyes practically roll out of their sockets at her touch.

She pulls slightly and I groan around his length.

“Ahh—fuck,” Trevor groans in response and her hand snatches back so fast you’d think my hair caught fire and she was burned.

“No, it’s okay Sydney, he liked it. It f-feels good . . . when he moans around me like that.” He groans again. “He’ll like it when you do it too.”

His voice is huskier when he’s on the verge like this.

Trevor grunts between thrusts, his hips undulating of their own accord.

He’s barely holding on as I glide my tongue up the vein of his cock.

“He’ll like it even better when the tears start running down your pretty cheeks.

He l-likes tears— fuck , stop doing that,” he whimpers as I graze my teeth over the sensitive part of his crown.

Rolling my tongue over his slit, I savor his taste before driving him deeper to the back of my throat, forcing his moans once more.

A tentative hand swipes away the salted water that’s gathered at my lash line.

Trevor’s not thrusting nearly hard enough to make me cry, too afraid of ‘hurting me,’ but it’s enough for Sydney to collect at the tip of her thumb.

It’s when she takes it a step further and sticks it into her mouth that I practically lose it and groan again because she really was made for me.

“ Shit , Lucien. If you do that again, I’m going to come,” Trevor warns.

So, naturally, I do it again, sucking him as far back as my throat will allow and growling.

He fucks my mouth in earnest with renewed vigor, and I prepare myself to receive every drop he’s about to give me.

What I’m not prepared for is Sydney reaching up and kissing him as he moans his whines of bliss into her waiting mouth.

Gripping her head—and mine—he makes out with her whilst fucking my mouth, driving me to the brink.

It’s so fucking hot I have to use my free hand to re-release my own dick from my pants or I’m going to bust inside them.

The kiss between them deepens and with one final roaring thrust, he’s coming down my throat and I’m swallowing it all. I’m savoring the last of his orgasm when Sydney bends to kiss me too, tasting of his lips and his cum.

It’s everything.

I stand once more, towering over Sydney, who looks especially small standing between us now. Fragile even. Breakable.

I shove my pants and underwear down in one thrust, my cock fisted and pained. “Now show me what you learned, Princess.”