Page 57 of Blood on Ice

“Do you now?”

“Yes.”

“Get on the bed, lean back against the pillows, and spread your legs, but don’t you dare touch yourself. All you get to do right now is watch.”

“Are you always this demanding?”

“Always.”

“How do you know I’m going to obey you?”

“Because you’re dying to. You need someone to do this for you. You need someone to force you to let go and admit what you need.”

I felt like he could read my mind. It was crazy, but so was everything else that had happened between us. I could either fight it or accept it, and right then my body was screaming for acceptance.

He pulled the Badgers’ T-shirt he wore up and over his head, then tossed it on the floor. I admired his broad chest and the muscles of his arms. He kept himself in fine shape.

The dark hair on his chest narrowed into a treasure trail that disappeared into his pants. I licked my lips as I stared at the waistband, longing for him to undo his pants and shove them down. I toyed with my tie as I watched him. “Show me that thick cock.”

He grinned as he slowly lowered his zipper. His cock was going to stretch me so far. I hadn’t bottomed in ages, and this was going to hurt, but I needed it. I needed to stuffed full of him.

“Is this what you want?” he rubbed his hand over his crotch.

I nodded.

“You’re going to have to tell me, just like before. I need to know exactly what you want.”

“I want you to take your pants off. I want to see your cock.”

“Is that all you want, just to see it? Do you want to watch me stroke it, maybe bring myself off?”

I shook my head frantically. “No. That’s not all. God, Vito.”

My cock was so hard precum was dripping on me. I wanted to take hold of it. I needed to stroke myself, to toy with my ass, play with my balls, and have him watch me. But I kept one hand on the tie and the other fisted in the covers. I would be obedient, like he wanted me to be. “I want your cock inside me. I want it in my ass. I want you to use me with it.”

“That sounds so much better.”

He finished undoing pants, pushed them and his boxers to the floor, then stepped out of them. He stood there in front of me, naked with his thick cock jutting upward, his hair-covered thighs flexed. Every inch of him was perfection.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you think so. Is there lube close by?”

“Right here.” I reached under my pillow and pulled some out.

“Do you think about me when you use it?” he asked.

“Yes. Do you want to watch?”

“I sure as fuck do. Get your ass ready.”

“Oh my God.”

“I told you this wasn’t going to be easy. I’m not going to be gentle, and I’m not going to be slow, so get yourself slicked up, stretched out and ready for me while I watch. Roll over on your hands and knees. I want a good view when you push your fingers inside yourself.”

I grabbed the lube, squirted some on my fingers before I rubbed it onto my ass, then got a little more and positioned myself the way he’d asked. I reached around to finger myself, and I turned my head so I could see his expression as I pushed in one finger. The small stretch felt great. I played with dildos sometimes, but nothing as big as Vito. I needed to take this slow, but I didn’t want to. I wanted him right then.

He grasped my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. “What a tight little hole. I’m going to make you so fucking sore.”

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