Page 17 of Blood on Ice

That’s it, baby. Come for me. I want to see your face when you do.

What would it be like to say those words to him out loud? To feel his reaction under me, to hold him down and make him come again and again until he was too exhausted to move. What would it take to wear him out completely?

I was going to find out.

My hand worked slowly as I watched him. He lifted the remote and paused the video. The sound of the TV cut out, but light from the screen remained. I squeezed my cock, waiting to see what would happen next. No way was he going to leave himself hanging. Although a guy with a denial kink would be so much fun to play with. I’d keep him from coming for days. I’d have him in tears.

No, he wasn’t going to wait, he pushed off his boxers and let his head drop back on the couch as he worked himself again, faster and faster.

His mouth formed words, but I couldn’t hear them. It looked like his was saying please over and over. As long as he asked me nicely, I’d do whatever he wanted, no matter how filthy it was.

His other hand gripped his balls, tugging on them, squeezing them, making them bulge in their sac. I wanted to lick and suck them to tease him, only tasting him there and leaving his dripping, begging cock alone.

Fuck. My hand was moving faster now. I was so fucking close. I wanted to break in though the sliding door, hold him down, and come all over him. I wanted him covered in my seed, marked as mine.

As if he could hear my thoughts, he drove up into his hand and cried out. He was so close; I could feel it. The tension in the air was thick, heavy. It was killing me to hold back, but I wasn’t going to come until I saw him. I needed to study every single detail of his reaction to pleasure.

His mouth moved again, and I wanted him to be calling my name, to be picturing me jerking him off, sucking him, driving deep inside him.

His face scrunched as his body went rigid and cum shot from his cock. I jerked myself faster, keeping a tight grip on my cock. Zeke was so fucking beautiful with his abdomen coated in spunk, his chest, neck, and face flushed red. His mouth hung open, and his chest rose and fell so rapidly I wondered if he’d be okay. He lay still, but he had a smile on his face. I needed to be the one to put that smile there. He fucking better have been thinking of me. I was going to erase every other man from his mind.

That did it, I gave myself one final stroke and spilled my cum onto his balcony.

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ZEKE

It took me several moments to catch my breath. Had I ever come that hard from my own hand before? I didn’t think so.

The porn I’d found was seriously hot. That had to be the reason. It wasn’t because I’d been thinking of my stalker the whole time.

If only that was true.

Fuck. I’d hardly paid attention to the two men on the screen even as one of them got fucked within an inch of his life. The bigger man had been harsh, brutal, like I wanted my stalker to be with me. I’d been imaging everything he might do to me and wishing it was his hand wrapped around me, gripping me tightly and pinning me down.

He liked control. I was sure of that, and damn if it wouldn’t feel good to just surrender to a man like him.

Even when I was living up to my slutty reputation in Las Vegas, I rarely let myself go with a man. I was too guarded to have more than a fast fuck or to put a man on his knees and let him suck me. I’d had fans begging to do just that, and I was sure I’d gain thatsame type of following here if I could keep myself together, focus on the fucking game, and stay away from anything that would put me in even more debt.

Fucking your stalker wouldn’t cost a thing.

Or it might cost me everything. There were so many red flags waving at me when I looked at him. The fact that he was stalking me should be enough on its own. There was also the fact that he hadn’t had any trouble figuring out where I was or getting my number. Everything about his presence told me he was dangerous as fuck.

I needed to stay away from danger, from anyone even vaguely sinister. I could pick up some cute hockey twinks if I needed a fuck that badly. That would take care of physical needs.

My stalker might take care of something far deeper, some itch I hadn’t been able to scratch, the whole reason I went seeking risk and danger, but I had to forget about that. All my risk-taking had gotten me was a huge debt and some very bad people after me. I was already looking over my shoulder, I didn’t need another reason to. Even if he was just an obsessed fan, I still needed to stay away from him.

But is that what you really want, to live like a saint? Never going out, saving all your money?

I want stability.

Without any excitement?

I can’t afford excitement right now. Maybe later, when the stability was there to hold me up. Until I took care of my current problems, fantasizing would have to be enough.

It’s never going to be enough. You need to know what it would be like to let him have you. To get down on your knees for him and offer what you want. You need to feel his hands on you again.

No, what I needed was to figure out how I was going to pay off my loan before I got hurt. Was I really going to call the Marchesis?

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