Page 31 of Insatiable Hunger

He’d abuse my ass until I was a sopping, pliant mess.

Out of the corner of my eye, my door slides open. I panic, my movements faltering for a split second before a shot of pleasure soars through me, landing right in my tight, full, drawn-up balls as Zeke’s tall, wide, intimidating body takes up the frame. His hands are shoved into his pockets, narrow eyes zeroed in on the hand pumping my cock, not a single expression on his stone-cold face.

He wasn’t supposed to be home, but fuck, I can’t deny how fucking turned on it makes me that he is. And that he’s watching me now. I’ve tried my hardest to avoid this with him. Even after we kissed, I ran away and hid behind a locked door, but I’m quickly starting to realize that this is inevitable. No matter how hard I fight it, we’re magnets. Our connection is inescapable.

I can’t help the grin that slides into place as I pick up the pace. My tongue drags along my bottom lip before my teeth sink into it. I want him to come over here so bad. I want him to punish me. Ineedto see him break for me.

But he doesn’t.

He watches without a word, and if it weren’t for the tent in his pants, I’d think he was totally unphased. The muscle in his jaw clenches as his ebony gaze flits up to meet mine. My lips part, jaw going slack as the pressure builds at the base of my spine. Desire and pleasure pooling until I can’t take it anymore.

The hand not pumping my cock reaches back, holding myself up on the bed as I watch him through heavy eyes. My release barrels through me, gripping and taking hold of me as thick ropes of cum shoot out. A deep groan claws its way up my throat as he continues to watch me. The weight of his gaze is hefty and salacious.

I keep stroking until the last drop slips out before using his briefs to collect the mess. He grinds down on his molars again while I flash him a cheeky smirk. Bringing my attention back to my MacBook, PowerPeach still open and recording me, I’m pleased to see how many people are in here—over two hundred, and the tips are close to eighty thousand tokens, which equals out to about four grand in cash.

Shit.This is, I think, my most successful single show. Flashing the camera a grin, I end the live.

Zeke stands there, resting against the door frame, while he watches me clean myself up. I keep waiting—anticipating—for him to say something or come farther into the room.

He doesn’t.

After a few moments, he wordlessly leaves, and I can’t help but feel defeat and disappointment at the restraint he just showed.

I want him to snap.

Chapter Sixteen

Zeke Alvarez

Two and a Half Years Ago

You got to be fucking kidding me.

How is the one-night stand I had in the Florida Keys earlier this year—the one I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since—the same guy being introduced to me right now as my fiancée’s son?

Elias. That’s his name.

The dancer with the pale green eyes covered by shockingly dark, long lashes and the tight, lithe body. The one who did so much more than dance on me that night. The one who’s now watching me with wild eyes as I extend my hand in his direction, pretending like I haven’t a clue who he is. Like this truly is the first time we’ve met.

“It’s nice to meet you, Elias.”

He looks at the hand in front of him before his gaze darts back up to meet mine. Slipping his small hand into my grip, it’s cool to the touch and my body reacts to it like a physical shock.

“You too,” is all he says back before yanking his hand away and crossing his arms over his chest.

This is bad.

Elias sets his bags down in his old bedroom, and then the three of us go out to eat at Hitch, which is apparently Elias’s favorite restaurant. The entire meal from start to finish was tense and awkward, and I’m not someone who gets awkward easily.

I kind of felt bad for Valerie. She is none the wiser, trying to get Elias to engage in conversation, but he wasn’t having it. He blamed it on being tired from the drive and not feeling well, but I know the truth. He shot daggers at me the entire meal; I’m surprised she didn’t notice. He also refused to ride in my car to the restaurant. Instead, insisted on taking his piece of shit vehicle instead. That thing looks like it’s one spark plug away from dying.

We’re back at their house now. Valerie is out back watering her plants, and I know this is my chance to talk to him. Because I have to. There is no way I can pretend everything is fine and pretend I don’t have some sort of a history with him, even if it’s only a one-night type of history.

Walking down the short hallway that I know leads to the bedrooms, I knock on the one closed door. The other one is open, and I know it belongs to Valerie. I’ve never spent the night here, or spent much time at all, but I’ve seen her come out of there once or twice.

The door swings open, a very annoyed looking Elias standing in the doorway. “What do you want?”

His jaw flexes as he chews on a red glob of gum, his eyes narrowed into slits.

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