20. Zeke

20

ZEKE

W hen I saw Vito pull up in his SUV, I slipped out the door and quickly got into the vehicle before anyone noticed me. The last thing I wanted was to be swamped by fans in an area where security wasn’t there to fend them off.

Vito grabbed my arm and pulled me across the console, knocking off the neatly folded jersey he’d worn in the arena. The one with my name on it. The one that made me feel like I had claimed him instead of the other way around. He kissed me hard, forcing my lips open. I struggled for a moment, knowing this wasn’t the best place to start making out with him, but I couldn’t help but give in to the pressure of his mouth, the thrust of his tongue, the way his hand clamped the back of my head, keeping me where he wanted me. After all that hard work to win the game, it was nice to just surrender against him and let myself feel pleasure racing through my body instead of exhaustion and pain.

When he finally pulled back from the kiss he was smiling, showing me such genuine happiness.

“You were amazing out there. Watching you score was so fucking hot.”

I grinned. “It felt pretty damn good.”

“Not as good as I’m going to make you feel when I get you home.” I glanced around, trying to see if anyone had noticed us here. “We’re fine,” Vito said. “We’ve got eyes on our enemy.”

“Did you learn something?”

“Some of Benito’s goons were here casing the place and watching the game. I don’t know for sure what their plans were, but Val and some of our guards took them down and took them to a private location where they were able to question them.”

My heart sped up as imagined how that would go. “Are they dead now?”

“Not yet. Val is saving them for me. I can question them or kill them or do whatever the hell I want.”

The smile on his face disturbed me. “That’s not funny.”

“You’re damn right it’s not. These men are a threat to you.”

“You can’t kill everyone who threatens me.”

“The fuck I can’t. You’re mine, baby. No one is going to hurt you.”

“There are a lot of crazy people out there, and they say stuff they’re not going to follow through on.”

He snarled. “They’ll learn not to.”

“Vito.”

“We’ll worry about that later. Val got them talking and learned some things.”

“Did he torture them?”

“Not much. They squealed really quick, and he got enough information out of them that we can plan our next move.”

I shuddered, not wanting to think about how Val had accomplished that. “What does that mean exactly?”

“It means we’ll make a strike on Benito and his allies so we can eliminate them. They’re a threat to the family’s authority here.”

“And then what happens to me?”

Vito squeezed my hand as he held my gaze. “We’ll will make it clear you’re under the Marchesis’ protection. Most likely the men in Vegas will forget you ever borrowed money.”

I’d meant about me and Vito, not my debt, but I didn’t say that. If Vito walked away when this was over, I would be crushed, but I wasn’t going to fuck up the chance to have this night to celebrate together. “Vito?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can we go home now, or do you have to go interrogate those assholes?”

“We’re going home. You’re more important. There are other people who can handle them.”

“Then let’s get going.”

He grinned. “Eager, are you?”

“After last night?—”

“Yeah, it’s all I’ve been able to think about too. If you hadn’t needed your sleep for the game, I would’ve woken you when I slipped into bed last night.”

“How fast can you drive?”

“So fast, baby, but we’ve got all night. You’re sure you don’t want to go out with the team?”

“Yes. I told them I had a man waiting for me at my apartment ready to help me celebrate.”

He laughed. “They must’ve loved that.”

“Yeah, I took some crap for it, but I don’t care.”

We reached my apartment in record time. As soon as we were in the elevator, I pulled Vito to me and kissed him again as I slid my hands down to his waist and held him against me so I could grind my hips against his.

“Fuck, you really are eager. Are you going to bend over and open that gorgeous ass for me?”

“Jesus, Vito.”

“I want to fuck you so bad. I’ve thought about it ever since I first saw you in Vegas.”

“God, I should’ve gone with you that night. Why was I stupid enough to turn down a chance to have you inside me?”

“Is that what you wanted, even then?”

“Yes.”

“Did you bottom for the fans you used to pick up?”

I shook my head. “I don’t like to bottom for people I don’t know, but I feel like I know you really well and… Fuck, I want you to top me.”

“I’m going to make it so good for you.”

The elevator doors slid open on my floor. We stumbled out and raced down the hall, laughing. I unlocked my apartment as fast as I could with my hands shaking. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been this horny. The adrenaline from the game, the fear of Benito, and the need to take everything I could get from Vito in case this was my only chance had me wild.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, Vito took hold of my tie and viciously yanked me toward him. “I’m not going to be gentle with you. I’ve waited too long for this. I need to take you, to use you. I need you to be a filthy slut for me.”

I nodded, trying to swallow. He kept up the pressure, pulling me toward the bedroom like he had me on a leash. That shouldn’t turn me on, but it sure as hell did.

“Get your clothes off,” he demanded.

I was as crazed as he was. I wanted this, but I was scared, too, scared of totally giving up control. I knew that was what he wanted.

He tightened my tie, making it press into my neck. “You heard me. Do what I said.”

“Fuck, Vito.”

“I want you naked, and I want it now.”

I let my jacket drop from my shoulders, wiggled out of it, and tossed it onto a chair. Then I unbuckled my slacks and yanked out my shirt. I tried to unbutton it, but my hands were shaking so hard it took forever. Vito watched intently, eyes focused on the skin I revealed as I undid each button.

He let out a low whistle. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

I finally got my shirt off, toed out of my dress shoes, and shoved my slacks down, leaving me in nothing but my briefs.

Before, I could take them off, Vito stepped closer and cupped my hard cock. With his other hand, he squeezed my balls and tugged on them as he ran his thumb up and down my shaft. “These feel so fucking good. This is some high-quality silk.”

“You like them?”

“Fuck, yeah, I like them, but I want them off. I want you bared to me completely.”

I did as he said. He still held the tie tight, keeping me close, not that I wanted to get away, not even when the roughness of his demands unnerved me.

When I was completely naked, he loosened the tie. I thought he was going to take it off, but he didn’t. I reached for it, and he shook his head. “Leave it.”

I nodded as I looked him up and down. “Are you going to get naked too?” I realized I hadn’t seen him fully naked yet. He’d never taken off his clothes when he sucked me, and even in bed last night he’d had on a tank and a pair of sleep pants. “I want to see you.”

“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.”

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.