Page 63 of Blood on Ice

VITO

Ididn’t think I’d ever needed to come as badly as I did right then, looking down at Zeke’s cum-covered chest and seeing him sag in exhaustion. His tie was a wrinkled mess, and it was drenched with cum. Fuck, he was everything I’d expected and more, and I was going to fill his ass with my load and make sure he thought about me every time he moved. He was going to become obsessed with the feel of my cum leaking out of him.

I let go and slammed my hips against him. He wrapped his legs around me and held on as climax wracked my body.

I slipped, my arms going out from under me as Zeke pulled me down for a kiss. Our mouths met, and I moaned, loving the way he opened to me, the feel of his tongue against me.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I mumbled against his lips. He smiled.

“You’re so good. It’s never been like that before.”

“That’s right, because it’s never been me. Now that you know what it’s like, you’re going to need more.”

He sighed. “Yes. So much more.”

I smiled against him, then bent to lick the cum that was decorating his body. “I love how you taste.”

“Could you get any hotter?”

I grinned. “Baby, we’ve only just started.”

He groaned, and I smiled. “We should get some dinner. You need to replenish after the game and getting wrecked.”

He huffed. “I think you’re as demanding as my coach.”

“If your coach even thinks about expecting what I do from you, I’ll?—”

“Enough. I’m not going to fuck my very straight coach.”

I grumbled as I crawled off him.

He started to sit up, then flopped back against the bed. “I don’t think I can move yet.”

I tossed him his phone. “Why don’t you order some food, anything you want. I’ll get a shower, then it’ll be your turn. You can stay in the warm water as long as you want. I’ll bring the food in if they get here.”

He frowned at me. “Are you this nice to anyone else?”

“It’s the least I can do after destroying you.”

“Somehow, I think you’re just feeding me so you’ll be able to do it again.”

“I will be doing it again and again and again. There’s no question about that.”

His mouth dropped open, and I walked into his ensuite bathroom.

I cleaned myself up quickly and went back to check on Zeke. He was still lying on his back, gazing up at the ceiling. I wondered if he’d even found the energy to make a call. “Did you order food?”

He nodded. “We’ve got burgers on the way.”

“And fries?”

“Of course, and milkshakes too.”

“What flavor?”

“Mint chocolate chip for you. I listen you know.”

My chest tightened, and I struggled to find words to reply. Why was such a little thing having this kind of effect on me? So he remembered I mentioned my favorite flavor of ice cream. Big deal.

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