13. Vito

13

VITO

I followed Zeke to his apartment. There were so many things I needed to do: call Val and catch him up on what was going on, get some men to watch the apartment, and let the family know that Benito was up to something. But it was hard to focus on all that now. After seeing Zeke flirting with some twink at the bar, then seeing those Looney and Benito watching him, knowing if I hadn’t been there he wouldn’t have taken the threat seriously enough, my adrenaline had spiked. I needed to work it off, and I wanted to do that with Zeke.

I pushed the door closed behind us, took hold of his arms and spun him around. He was right about how strong he was and how well he could fend for himself in an evenly matched fight, but I’d caught him off guard. By the time he reacted, his face was inches away from mine.

His eyes widened and that damnable tongue came out, moistening his lips.

I wrapped my hand around the side of his neck, and he sucked in his breath as I turned us, backing him up against the door.

“I’m done playing around. You need to understand I’m not going anywhere. I want to protect you, and that’s what I’m going to do.”

He studied me but didn’t answer. I rubbed my thumb over the pulse point in his neck. His heart was beating fast.

“Are you afraid?”

He turned his head to the side, refusing to look at me, but at least he wasn’t fighting to free himself. He’d relaxed against the door as I pressed my hips to his, letting him feel how hard I was.

“Maybe you like being scared.”

“Fuck off.” The words were barely audible and there was no fight behind them.

“I’ll fuck you, and you will never forget it. I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll beg me to never stop.”

He sank his teeth into his lower lip.

“Tell me you don’t want this.”

I leaned closer. Our lips were nearly touching, and I could feel his warm breath against my mouth.

“Tell me you aren’t dying for me to kiss you.”

“I….”

“Tell me, Zeke.”

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he closed the gap between us and kissed me so hard I stumbled backward.

I caught myself and leaned in, pressing him back against the door. “Fuck that’s good,” I whispered against his mouth, and he groaned. “More?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

I worked our cocks together and forced my tongue between his lips, making him open for me. He shuddered against me as I licked the roof of his mouth, and his tongue tangled with my own. He was as responsive as I’d known he’d be.

I was supposed to be focused on his safety, but all I could think about was how fucking good he tasted. I needed this. We both did. He’d tried to protest, but he wasn’t holding back now, and I wasn’t going to either.

I thrust my hips harder against him as I kissed and bit his neck. He wrapped a leg around me, opening himself so I could fit my cock right against his.

Fuck. I could come like this, like some fucking kid dry humping in the back of a car. “You’re way too fucking tempting.”

“Jesus. You too.”

“Come here.” I pulled him across the room and encouraged him to sit on the couch.

“I need to see you like this again, laid back with your cock out.”

He froze, and I realized what I’d said. Fuck, maybe Val was right; I had no discretion at all.

“What do you mean again ?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. I don’t know why I said that. I can’t think looking at you like this.”

“No. You meant it.”

I pushed his legs apart and sank to my knees between them. He tried to keep glaring at me, but when I ran my hand over his still-covered cock, he moaned and some of the tension in his muscles relaxed.

I popped the button on his jeans and began to slide the zipper down. He was watching me with wide eyes. “What if I told you I watched you one night?”

“Watched me where?”

“Here.” I unzipped him the rest of the way and traced the hard ridge of his cock, loving the silky feel of his gorgeous turquoise briefs.

“You’ve never been here.”

“Are you sure about that?”

He tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down and lowered the band of his briefs enough to pull his cock out. He gasped as my hand wrapped around bare flesh. He felt fucking perfect in my hand.

“You broke into my apartment?” His breath was coming quick now. Was it from fear or my hand on his dick? Probably both.

“I climbed onto your balcony. You were watching porn, lying back on the couch. You were fucking gorgeous, your cock so hard like it is now.” I stroked him, and a drop of precum formed at the slit. I swiped over it with my thumb and brought it to my mouth.

Zeke whimpered when I licked my thumb clean. “You watched? You saw me….”

“Fuck your hand and come all over yourself? Yes.”

He shook his head. “No. You…you can’t. You need to leave.”

“Is that what you really want?” I stroked his cock faster. His hips rose, pushing him into my hand.

“Yes.” I raised a brow and slowed my strokes. “No. Fuck. What’s wrong with me?”

“You’re needy, and I’m going to help you.”

“No. I don’t need anyone, especially not someone who admits to spying on me while I got myself off.”

“You need me.” And I needed to be right about that.

“Please Vito.”

“Please what?”

He groaned. “I…fuck, I don’t know.”

“Then relax and let me show you.”

“How?”

“How will I show you?”

He shook his head. “How did you get on my balcony?”

“I came up the back stairs, then moved over to your neighbor’s balcony, then to yours.”

“Oh my god. You… There’s nothing connecting the balconies.”

I shrugged. “I jumped.”

“You could have died. If you fell….”

“I didn’t. Now, relax.”

“I shouldn’t let you do this.”

I grinned. “Probably not, but you are.”

“You’re fucking crazy.”

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is how good this feels.” I bent and took the tip of his cock into my mouth.

“Fuck!”

I pulled off long enough to say. “You can take it.”

“Jesus, Vito. I didn’t think you’d?—”

“I’ve been waiting for this, dying to taste you. Now, relax and let me.”

I took him deeper, sucking him into my throat. He tried to thrust in farther, but I held his hips down. I was going to control this.

His breaths came hard and fast, and he made delicious little whimpers every time I pulled on his dick. I licked and sucked and teased until he was writhing, fighting my hold on him, desperate to come. Finally, I pulled back, took hold of his chin, and ordered him look at me.

“Please,” he whined. “Let me come.”

“Eventually. First, I’m going to make sure you understand how things are between us.” I might be on my knees between his legs, I might be ready to take his load and swallow every drop, but he was going to understand I was in control here. I was calling the shots, and he was going do exactly as I said. “You are not going to take any more risks.”

“I have to take risks every day.”

“I’m not talking about on the fucking ice, although you damn well better keep yourself safe out there too. I’m talking about when you’re not with the team. Don’t go anywhere alone. Don’t you dare wander around the city half drunk at night.”

“I hadn’t had that much tonight.”

“It doesn’t matter. If you’ve had any, your judgment is clouded.”

He huffed, but I kept talking.

“You’re going to let me put guards on you. You will sign the contract I wrote up, take the money, and pay off your debt. Then I’m going to make sure those men never bother you again.”

“Why should I pay Benito if you’re going to kill him?” His eyes were filled with fear, but he was slowly stroking his cock with his hand.

“Oh baby, I love that you trust me to take care of things, but it’s always better to pay your debts and keep yourself honest.”

“Are you an honest man?”

“I’ll be honest with you. You’re mine, and I’m going to keep you.”

“Vito—”

“Tell me you understand the rules.”

He shook his head, and I pushed his hand away and took over working his cock.

“You need this, don’t you? You need to come. You want to know what it’s like to spill down my throat. I’ll let you fuck my face as hard as you want to, but only if you agree to my terms.”

“You’re really not going to walk away, are you?”

“Never.”

“Why me?”

“Because you were meant for me.”

“You can’t really believe that.”

“I do, and I’m going to make you believe it too.” I teased him with light strokes, barely gripping him. He tried to lift his hips, but I shoved them back down. He could break my hold if he really tried, but that wasn’t the game we were playing.

“I want you,” he looked surprised, as if the words had just slipped out.

“I know you do baby. Let yourself have what you want.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“I’ve got good people behind me. The Marchesis never lose.”

He held my gaze for a few more moments. “All right, I agree. I’ll sign.”

“Excellent.” I let go of his hips, placing my hands on the sofa beside them. Then I leaned down, and I took him into my mouth, swallowing him all the way.

He cried out and lifted his hips, thrusting against me. His hands slid into my hair, and he gripped me tight, holding me against him. I couldn’t breathe. I was gagging around him, and I didn’t care. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt. He’d given in to me. He’d surrender to exactly what I wanted, and now I was going to give him everything he asked for.