Page 58 of Blood on Ice

I whimpered, unable to hold it in.

“Give yourself more,” he ordered. “I’m losing patience.”

He used his knees to push my legs further apart as I drove two fingers into myself, biting down on my lip to hold in a groan.

“Work yourself. In and out. Faster. Like you mean it.”

Fuck yes, it felt so good knowing he was watching me, mouth hanging open, eyes dark. He had me so desperate I knew I could make myself come in seconds. This was going to be a wild ride.

21

VITO

The sight of Zeke with his eyes half open, tie still hanging from his neck, watching me as he drove his fingers into his ass was making me insane. I wanted to pull his hand away, pin his arms against his back and drive into him, hard and rough enough to make him scream. I wanted to destroy him, but I needed to start slowly.

I wanted him to feel it tomorrow at practice, but I didn’t want to damage him. He could take a lot. I’d seen him bruised and beaten and still skating like a fiend, but I wanted him to love this, to crave it, to beg me for more every fucking night.

I pulled his cheeks apart like I had before, loving the sight of his hole stretching wider. He gasped and slowed his strokes. I couldn’t resist tasting him, I licked at the rim of his hole, and he whimpered. The sound was fucking delicious.

“More. Please,” he begged.

I licked his fingers, pushing my tongue between them. He stretched them out and let me get my tongue farther inside.

“Holy fuck,” he cried. “Your mouth, Jesus. I could come like this.”

I laughed, and he shuddered. “Just like this, with my tongue in your ass, not even touching your cock?”

“Yes. You make me…I need….”

I slapped his ass and sat back. “I know exactly what you need.”

“Then fucking give it to me.”

I slapped him again, and he sucked in his breath. “You like that.”

“No.” Another slap, hard enough to leave a red handprint on his ass. “Yes.”

After one more blow, I seized his wrist and pulled his fingers from his ass. “That’s enough for now. Rest your head down on your hands. I want your ass up in the air, ready for me to use.”

“Fuck, Vito, you’re such a bastard in bed.”

“I’m a fucking bastard in everything I do, and you love it. You need someone to put you in your place. You ran through men like you were trying to win a prize, but you never found what you needed. You need me.”

“No.”

“Yes.” I grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock. “I’m taking you bare. You okay with that?”

“Fuck yes. Just do it.”

Zeke gasped when I brushed the tip of my cock over his hole. “Yeah. Just like that. You need to be filled, taken, possessed.”

“Please.”

“Please what? I need to hear the words.”

“Don’t do this.”

“You need it. Give in.”

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