Page 68 of Cracked Ice (The F*cked Up Players #1)

twenty-nine

I think it’s angry with me.

Lucien’s cock is red at the tip, swollen and dripping.

The veins running along his shaft pulse, filling his thickening dick even as I continue to stare at it.

It weeps in distress, precum beading and sticking to the metal.

His cock jewelry shines in the dimly lit room, a wet sheen that reminds me of polished silver. It only serves to unnerve me.

I don’t remember it looking so hostile in the shower, but my fucking God does it look like it could kill me now if it were sentient.

“Aww, don’t worry. He won’t bite. That’s my job,” Lucien taunts, waggling his dick in my face, that despite my best efforts, does little to tamp down my excitement.

Now it looks like it’s yelling at me, a bead of cum flicking onto my chin with its angry movements.

Without thought, my tongue extends below to lick it away.

That seems to make it happy or considerably less enraged because now it looks acquiescent, submissive even, as it begs me to come forward. I shuffle closer, shifting my knees.

Even though the jewelry on his cock intimidates me, I push past my fears and take him into my mouth as far back as I can in one go.

Lucien hisses in a breath, stiffening even more in my throat.

The salty taste of his precum leaking onto my tongue fires off my taste buds one by delicious one.

Lucien tastes slightly different than the cum I tasted on his lips.

Trevor has a sweetness to his cum, whereas Lucien has a smokiness that’s more savory. I want to drink him, until I’m filled.

Unfortunately, I’m overeager and gag, despite my best efforts not to.

Trevor squats beside me, his spent dick still half-mast as he lightly strokes a finger up my throat.

“Relax,” he coos.

I listen, relaxing my throat like he showed me.

I stick my tongue out flatter under the ridges of Lucien’s dick, the cock jewelry rubbing strangely against my tongue.

It feels weird yet satisfying at the same time.

I’ve never sucked a pierced cock before.

I’ve never sucked any dick before, but it’s not as scary as I thought it would be.

I thought sucking his pierced cock would feel like a serrated blade being shoved down my throat, but it’s actually quite pleasurable.

For him as well apparently because he looks down at me with such pride and admiration.

Finally. Keep looking at me like that.

I flick his jewelry with my tongue, nudging at it with the tip as I suck him harder. His head snaps down and his lips part. Those golden eyes graze over me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. I’m still wetting his floors with the way my pussy weeps for him.

“You like this, don’t you?” Lucien grunts.

I nod.

But he yanks me off by my hair with a resounding pop and I already know what he’s looking for.

“Yes,” I pant, “I love it. Give me more.”

He leans his back up against the imposing bedpost, opening his legs wider, as he braces himself.

“I am not a gentle man, Sydney,” he answers, his words filled with barely contained restraint.

Lucien chuckles, a wicked smirk on his lips as those golden orbs meet mine.

“I’m not just going to give you something because you look up at me with those innocent doe eyes.

If you want it, then you need to take it. ”

Trevor whispers ghost my ear, sending an electrical current straight to my pussy. “Spit on it.”

It’s so filthy, so unbecoming of a Sinclair, but I want to be Lucien’s dirty girl. He can play any game he wants with me so long as I get to be in the game with him.

I’ve never spat a day in my life. It’s crude and unladylike, but I do my best to oblige, gathering spit and dripping it onto his waiting tip.

The small pthht sound makes me cringe, but it’s doing the job as I massage it over his engorged head.

“Oh, Princess, you can do better than that,” Lucien chides.

I deflate.

Not good enough. Suck his cock like you mean it, girl. Like you’ll never get to again . . . because you won’t.

I try again, and this time it mixes with his pre-cum, leaking down his shaft and over his balls.

“ Come on, Princess, you’ve been salivating all night for this cock.

Don’t be shy now. Get me soaked.” Before I can wrap my head around his next move, he’s thrusting deep down my throat, holding me steady as drool collects in the back of my mouth, choking me.

I gag again, but his hand on the back of my neck keeps me still, forcing me to take as much of him as physically possible.

It’s a reflex when my nails dig into his thighs. There’s so much pressure my eyes water, trailing tears down my cheeks. He grows impossibly harder.

Fuck, he’s big .

My throat constricts around him, the jewelry resting against my esophageal walls, but I don’t push him away. I don’t pull off. I accommodate him. I make room where there is none, holding him there even as I struggle to fit him, to please him.

My pussy clenches, needing to be filled in the same way, and aching for a reprieve. Lucien’s not gentle, but I’m loving every bit of it. He isn’t giving me a choice. There are no bets. No deals. No responsibility for my actions.

The heady concoction of arousal and saliva, mixes with his scent and Trevor’s light cologne behind me.

I breathe it in from my nose, but then Lucien’s pinching it, cutting off my airway.

More spit pools, drenching my tits as it rolls down my neck.

I fight for air, my lungs burning, chest spasming.

More tears stream down my face as I stare up into his beautiful demon-like eyes.

The gold barely lines the edges of his irises now as the blackness of his soul bleeds out, staring back at me like I’m the answer, like I’m the light that could snuff it all out if I wished it.

It’s overwhelming pleasure and pain. I’m ready to come or pass out, unknowing and uncaring of which is going to happen first, but then he lets go.

Air rushes back into my lungs when he pulls out, a string of spit still connecting my lips to his cock.

Blinking away the excess tears, I catch Trevor’s hand wrapped around Lucien’s wrist. A shared look passes between them before Trevor’s pulling his hand away and Lucien is smirking down at me, his head tilting as he appraises his work.

“I told you I didn’t mind messy,” he says, his lips twisting into a prideful grin.

Yeah, so long as it’s head . Lucien’s spotless bedroom suggests he only tolerates the chaos in his mind, not his personal space.

Another moan slips between pants of precious air when I feel his soft breaths brush over the dampened skin of my chin. “Now make me come, Princess.”

The spit adds the extra lubrication needed to slide him easily through my fists. “More,” Lucien grinds out, already on the edge.

Trevor places his hand over mine, increasing the pressure as we jerk him together.

“Fuck, yes,” Lucien whispers, staring at us both.

Trevor’s thumbs slide over Lucien’s piercings, rubbing them in tender circles. Lucien’s eyes nearly cross.

Whispering into my ear, Trevor asks, “See how much he likes it?”

I suck him back into my mouth, groaning a garbled response when Trevor’s hand moves to slide up my torso.

He begins to play with my nipples again, pinching and twirling them with his fingers.

It throws me into overdrive, driving me insane as I try to distract from my own impending orgasm.

I want to come just from having Lucien in my mouth.

Unable to stave it off, I reach back to stroke my clit while Trevor trails kisses down my spine. But I’m thwarted.

“No touching yourself,” Lucien growls.

I whimper in protest.

But then Trevor is licking up my thighs, over my folds until he’s . . .

I moan around Lucien’s cock, screaming as my body lights up. His cock twitches in my mouth and I grin, realizing he does love it, exactly as Trevor said he would.

Trevor’s tongue swirls, reaching a place that has me nearly going blind.

“Oh shit, yes,” I garble.

Trevor’s licking my ass. Holy shit. The surprise sensation of his tongue against my back hole makes my jaws tighten and I suck Lucien deeper.

I feel like I’m working for straight tens across the board and am close to my big finish.

The pressure builds, heat radiating across my naked form.

I struggle to keep with Lucien’s satisfied expression, but then Trevor’s sucking my clit and my eyes cross, blurring entirely when he flicks his tongue in just the right way.

My whole body draws tight, tensing as an orgasm threatens to tear me apart.

“You can lick her but, don’t let her come yet,” Lucien grits, somehow warding off his own release and granting Trevor permission as he eats my pussy in earnest, like a man starved.

I whimper, barely able to suck in air as Lucien attacks my throat and Trevor wreaks havoc on my pussy, going so far as to shove his tongue inside, making my toes curl in my heels that neither of them have deigned to remove.

My thighs shake and it’s a race of who’s going to come first, but the game is rigged.

“I mean it,” Lucien growls. “Not . . . fucking . . . yet.” Trevor releases my clit with an upset groan. I can practically feel him pouting, showcasing those puppy-like green eyes. A sight I’m sure only spurs Lucien on. He gets off on the misery and helplessness of his victims. Sexual or otherwise.

I groan around him again, whimpering my cries even as he pounds into my throat.

“You’re so fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?” Lucien asks.

I draw back with a long slurping pull.

“No, I don’t do desperate,” I lick my lips. “but I am extremely motivated to get you to fill my throat with your cum. Give it to me, Lucien.”

My eyes plead for more and I know he sees what I’m truly desperate for. I drop my mouth open for him to fill again, saliva dripping from my tongue. It’s an offering. A demand he can’t ignore.

His breath hitches, coming out stronger when he glares down at me like a queen at his feet.

My lips curve knowing I’m having an effect on him.

Me . I want more evidence of his pleasure.

I need to know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I’m leaving a lasting impression behind, so he’ll never forget me either.

“Fucking hell, Princess,” he shoves me back onto his cock. “I’m going to give you everything .”

The way he grits the word forces its true meaning even farther down my throat than his cock. His grip in my hair tightens, my scalp on fire and my eyes watering, but I’m giddy with anticipation.

If I succeed at this, he’ll let me come. I twirl my tongue and relax my throat so much he’s hitting my tonsils. Tears are rolling down my face again. My nose is running too while drool creeps down my neck, but I keep going, moaning and groaning until he’s pulling out suddenly with an ecstatic pop.

No!

“Open,” he growls. It’s the only warning I get before he’s shooting cum all over my face, my tongue, my eyelashes, my hair. He’s . . . everywhere. And I couldn’t be fucking happier.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Princess!” he roars, his hips still thrusting forward as he empties himself on my face. “That was . . . fuck !”

I beam so hard I’m practically floating until he says, “But, oh darn, you’ve made such a mess. Look at the state of you.”

Lucien tsks mockingly, his chest heaving from his exertion, but his stamina is nowhere near hindered.

He swipes his hair back, his forearms bulging and glistening with perspiration.

I look down at myself, noticing the cum that paints my upper chest, his dick that’s still dripping and the small puddle on the wood floor that sits right where my own arousal has leaked. We’ve both made a mess.

His shoulder lifts, and his eyes sparkle, a mischievous gleam in them.

“Ah, well, guess you’ll just have to be cleaned.” He trails a finger through the cum on my cheek, swiping it off and placing it on his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking.

I shudder at the sight of him, then again when I feel Trevor repeat the motion with a spot on my breast where he’s wiped it on my nipple.

“Fuck, I almost came again after watching you two,” says Trevor.

“At least you got to come,” I rasp, my throat raw.

Just when I think it might be over, I feel a tongue against my neck.

And then another. They’re licking, like savage dogs fighting over a bone.

Trevor licks up my face and neck. Lucien at my chest and tits.

There’s even some on my ear that Lucien licks off, sucking my lobe between his teeth.

Their hands grab and knead at my breasts, my hips, my ass.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

I’m not sure who that was for or which one of them said it, but I relish in it all the same. The attention, the buzzing, the sensations that are everywhere .

They both lick at my neck some more until Lucien is shoving our faces together, forcing us all to converge in the most beautifully chaotic kiss I’ve ever shared.

Finally pulling away, Lucien looks me over. “Oh no, seems we missed a spot.” He points to the floor, toward the puddle of my own making. “It’s your turn. Clean it up, Princess.”

I look at the floor where our arousal sits and flash back toward him with wide eyes. I’ll do it. I should be disgusted at how quickly I move to do exactly as he instructs, but something makes me pause.

“You . . . want me to . . . lick it up?”

He squats down so we’re eye level, then smiles. I’m sucked into him, rendered speechless and docile, before he’s placing his large hand on the back of my head, slowly applying pressure until my face hovers over the puddle.

“I want it sparkling when you’re done.”