Page 89 of Cracked Ice (The F*cked Up Players #1)

I moan at the feel of my nipple encased in his warm, wet mouth and his cock twitches when I wrap my fingers around him again. I give it another slow stroke and more precum squeezes from his tip, rolling over my thumb.

“Again,” I preen, rolling my hips and rubbing my clit against the base of his length, against the barbells of his cock, appreciating their existence now that I know how good they can feel.

He groans in response, continuing to suckle and nip. All night long he’s been ordering and taking advantage at every turn, but now I’m in control. His cock is in my hands, and he’s not made a move to hurt me or cut me; he’s following my lead.

“Good boy,” I praise, running my hands through his hair as he sucks.

He pulls off with a pop.

“There’s not a damn good thing about me,” he growls before he’s biting me again.

There wasn’t one true thing about that statement, but there’s no way I would tell him that now. Not when he feels this fucking good.

“You sure about that?” I ask. “You feel pretty good to me.”

That earns me a hearty laugh, one I haven’t heard from him before. This laugh is boyish, all sweet sunshine and rainbows.

Despite everything, he’s so fucking sweet to me, though I’m sure he’d never see himself that way.

And I’m . . . so fucking horrible.

So . . . so . . . fucking . . .

“ Good ,” I moan, when one of his hands reaches between us again, strumming my clit as he sucks.

“No, no, no, don’t come yet, Princess,” he chides. “We’re just getting started.”

“I want you to fuck me, Lucien. Now,” I whimper.

He lifts his head from my breast and uses the other hand to twirl a loose curl around his finger.

“It’s going to hurt in this position,” he warns, though I’m sure he’s only telling me for my benefit, since I can feel his hips thrusting upward into my hand, chasing the very thing he’s trying to warn me against.

I shake my head. “I don’t care, I want it to hurt. I don’t want you to be gentle.”

“And why do you want me to hurt you?” he asks, adjusting his hand between my thighs to pinch my clit.

I groan.

“Why do you want to hurt me?” I redirect his question, grinding myself against him like I did his thigh, chasing the friction. He doesn’t take the bait.

“I asked you first.”

I cradle his face in my hands. “Because pain isn’t easily ignored.”

“ Pain is proof of life,” he answers in kind, tugging hard enough on my hair to make me flinch. “Only dead people feel nothing,”

My eyes flick down to his and all the teasing and amusement has fled from his gaze, there’s only ferality and desperate want. It only coerces more truths to fall from my lips.

“I want to feel you . I want you to have me so that I can’t ever forget you were the one that had me first. Fucking destroy me, Lucien.”

Kill the old Sydney and make me brand new.

Untwirling his fingers from my hair, he gathers it all back until he’s pulling, exposing my throat to him. It’s littered with bite marks, hickeys, and bruises and he kisses each one softly, cherishing every mark.

Grabbing hold of his cock, he rubs the tip of his dick against my folds, smearing his precum and my arousal around, making me wetter.

“I love how wet you always are for me.” He licks at the cut on my chest. “You’re fucking perfect.” He sucks on my breast again. “So fucking beautiful.” He sucks on the other one, before lining himself up and looking right into my soul. “And all fucking mine .”

A shrill gasp pierces the air as he pushes almost all the way in. I’m frozen for a minute, unable to fully process that he’s inside me right now, how tight everything is. I don’t even realize my mouth is open until he’s kissing me, sucking my soul right out of my body.

“Now ride me, Princess. Take me deep like a good fucking girl.”

I’m too scared to move, unsure of what I’m really doing until he lifts his hips. I moan again, still trying to reconcile the intense pain with the blinding pleasure I feel. He breaks our kiss to stick his thumb in my mouth, and I suck instinctively.

I yelp as he bites me again on the nipple. I clamp down on his thumb, tasting copper. “Fuck, I’m—” I don’t get to apologize. He pops his thumb out, pressing it to my clit, rubbing the sensitive nerves back and forth as he pumps into me.

“So tight,” he groans. “Fucking hell, you’re going to own me.”

Riding up and down his cock, the piercings hit a unique spot inside me that has me ready to come.

“Yes, come on baby, keep going. Milk my fucking cock with your tight-ass pussy.”

I lift up to the tip before slamming my full weight down on him. He’s stretching me wide, tearing me apart.

“God, yes, fucking ride me,” he growls, slapping my tits so hard I’m screaming from the sharp sting.

“Again,” I moan. I’m panting as I chase my orgasm to the ends of the earth, ready to come for him this second.

He smacks my breasts again and again. And though it hurts, my pussy grips his cock so tight I know he and I both are close to coming.

“Wait, no, slow down. I don’t want to come yet. I don’t want this to be over,” I whine, trying to stall for more time, to extend the pleasure for as long as I can maintain it. I want to stay on the edge with him a little longer.

Lucien chuckles and it sends a spark through me.

“Over?” he asks, his tone amused and mocking.

His hands move to my ass as he spreads my cheeks apart to take him deeper.

“You listen to me, Princess. You’re going to come for me right the fuck now, then I’m going to come, and after you’ve had your ‘oh my gosh I can’t believe I just lost my virginity’ moment, we’re going again .

. .” He thrusts deep inside. “And again.” My eyes roll when he thrusts even deeper still.

“I’m going to fuck you all night long. So, buckle up, Buttercup, because this is going to be a long ride. ”

I grind up and down his shaft three more times, rolling figure eights all the way down like my pussy is skating down his dick, before I’m coming with such intense force I’m squirting all around his cock and onto the sheets.

It’s not even something I thought I could do, but the release is blinding. “Oh my God, I’m so—”

“Don’t you dare apologize for soaking my dick exactly like I wanted you to,” he growls, rolling us over so he’s on top.

He doesn’t give my orgasm time to fall away.

“Grip the rails,” he demands and, like the good girl I am, I listen.

He drapes one of my legs over his arm, then the other, and my stomach drops to my throat, awareness dawning on me that this position offers me little control and gives him full power to fuck me into oblivion.

He sees the fear in my eyes, and he smiles wickedly. Leaning forward, he folds me in half as he presses a kiss to my lips then pulls away.

“My turn,” he groans, before he’s driving in so fucking deep my whole back bows off the bed.

My hands slip and I let go of the railings.

“Don’t let go,” he reprimands with a smack to my unsliced ass cheek, and I scramble to find them again.

Either my eyes have closed, or I’ve gone temporarily blind because I struggle to regain the position.

Sparks flash across my vision and for a moment I fear I have gone blind.

His cock strokes in and out with the precision of a skilled surgeon, hitting every spot I missed when I rode him.

So, this is what fucking Lucien feels like.

His hands grip my thighs tighter as he pounds into me, a wet slapping sound echoing throughout my bedroom as he moves.

The intensity of it all has me looking for something to focus on, landing on my figurines and trophies still lining the shelf above, witnesses to my defilement.

My eyes drag back to Lucien’s, and I struggle to draw breath at the expression on his face.

All that control is lost to him. Like me, he’s struggling to maintain that spot on the edge, he’s about to come with me.

He’s so impossibly deep. I feel so full.

“Lucien!” I cry out.

He pounds again.

“Oh, God.”

“ That’s right. That’s my name, call for your God and I’ll answer all your prayers, Princess.”

Fuck .

“I want you to come inside me,” I moan. “Please. Let me feel you.”

“Christ, I fucking love how filthy you are.” He strokes once, twice, then he’s screaming. “Come with me.” We both fall apart.

His cum is warm and thick, filling me up so much I feel it leaking from where we’re connected.

My cunt clamps around his cock like a vacuum seal and he releases a guttural roar, coming even more.

I drain his cock, feeling his warmth coating me from the inside out.

Our hearts beat an odd rhythm, one that doesn’t sync, but matches in tenacity.

“Thank you, Lucien, for giving this to me,” I cry, tears streaming down my face.

He licks them away.

“Thank you for giving this to me.” He releases my legs, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck, though he remains buried in my cunt. “I know I can be a lot to handle sometimes, but I’m really glad you didn’t run away.”

Looking down the length of my body, I can finally see the mess we’ve made. The sheets look like a goddamn murder scene.

“What the fuck? Why is there so much blood?” I screech.

“It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?” he sits back on his heels, admiring the display of blood and fluid that smears my ruined Egyptian sheets.

“No, it’s not. You murdered my pussy!” I yell.

“Oh, no, Princess,” he mocks, faking concern. “I guess I’ll have to do a little CPR and resuscitate her.”

He spreads my knees apart, sliding a finger in and out to force the cum back inside.

“What are you doing?” My pussy is so sore that even his finger feels invasive right now.

“I’m checking for a pulse.” He smirks down at me, and I bite back a smile.

“Stop that, cunt murderer,” I chide.

He laughs.

“I kinda like the sound of that. I think I might like it even better than God.”

I giggle through my moan. Of course he would like that.

“I will never call you Cunt Murderer during sex.”

“Try it out and see. You never know, it might just . . . roll off the tongue,” he says, licking a lazy stroke over my slit. A deep, breathy moan is my only response. It’s like a soothing warm compress to my sore vagina the way he laps at my sensitive core.

“Don’t do—”

“Don’t what?” he interjects, his question mocking.

“There’s blood—and cum—down there.” I can barely get my words out the way he’s going at it, like he’s trying to prove a point.

He hums, chuckling to himself.

“If you haven’t noticed, I like blood—and cum—and I especially like down there ,” he teases. He drives home his point by sucking softly on my clit, the motion causing me to grind into his face. It feels fantastic.

“Oh shit,” I groan when my thighs start to tremble.

“Poor thing, I think we’re going to lose her. I’m going to have to do mouth-to-mouth.” He’s not dropping the ruse, and his tongue moves rapidly over the sensitive bud until I’m gripping the sheets and moaning. He slides a long middle finger into my pussy, pumping as he moans against my center.

“That’s it, come for me baby, all over my face.”

“Lucien, get up, I’m going to drown you down there,” I pant, as I try to hold my orgasm back.

“If she goes, I go. I’ve decided, this is how I want to die. My final resting place will be between these thighs.” He spears me with his tongue, then sucks harder on my clit.

And I lose it.

The dam breaks and I’m flooding his mouth again, coming hard from his tongue that continues to lick and suck even as my orgasm deepens.

“Fucking . . . Cunt Murderer,” I moan, grabbing his hair and pulling to get him off, but he keeps going. He keeps going until there’s nothing left for me to give. Until I’m a writhing exorcist mess. I feel like a wrung-out rag.

Sitting back on his heels, he licks at his fingers and rolls his tongue around his wet lips. Panting he says, “It took some work, but I think we brought her back to life. She’ll be A-okay.” He throws up the okay symbol with his fingers and winks. I can’t help but break out into laughter.

Sighing, I relax back into the bed, completely sated.

“What am I gonna do with you?” I smile lazily up at him.

He falls back over me, head on my tits like they’re his personal pillows before blowing a contented breath over them.

“Whatever you want, Princess. Whatever you want.”