21. Vito

21

VITO

T he 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.”

“No.”

“All right then, I’ll just jerk off. Maybe if you stay still, I’ll even come on your sweet, hungry ass.”

“Don’t you dare. You either fuck me, or I’ll have you on your back and take your ass. Then I’ll see how easily you control things.”

“You think you could do that? You think you could subdue me?”

“I think you need me, so I could do anything I wanted.”

I slapped his ass so hard he slid up the bed. “Fuck, that hurts!”

“I’ll hurt you more if you can’t be a good boy.”

“You think you’re so fucking strong. Do you know how hard I train?”

“I do, and it’s hot as hell knowing someone as powerful as you is on his knees, ass in the air, dying for my cock.”

“I’m not dy?—”

I grabbed his tie and yanked on it, cutting off his words. “Yes, you are.” I pressed forward just enough for him to feel how thick my cock was. “You need this.”

He tried to speak but I tugged harder, choking him with the fabric. He clawed at it, trying to free himself, but I wasn’t letting go. Finally, when his face was red, his eyes watering, I released him.

He gasped for air and tried to move away, but I caught his hips and dug my fingers in.

“You’re a fucking psycho.” He barely choked out the words.

“Maybe that’s what you need.”

“No.”

“Tell me.”

He glared at me. “I need to fucking breathe.”

“And now you can. Be a good boy, and I’ll let you keep doing it.”

“I’m not your fucking pet.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he snarled.

“By the end of the night, you’ll be anything I ask you to be.”

“No.”

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking perfect.”

He shook his head. “You’re insane.”

“Tell me you don’t want this.”

“I…I told you I wanted to be fucked, and I meant it, but I don’t need your crazy ass games.”

“Are you so sure about that?” I thrust in, stretching him just a little.

“Holy fuck. That’s….”

“Too much for you?”

“Never. I can take anything you give me.”

“I know.” I couldn’t hold back a laugh. “That’s part of why you’re perfect for me. I need someone whose body is used to being pushed to the limit.”

“Fuck, Vito.”

It was taking every bit of willpower I had to hold myself still. His ass was squeezing my cock so hard it was almost painful, but the tight heat was just what I needed. “Tell me what you need.”

“A good fuck.”

“No, you need more than that.”

He spoke through gritted teeth. “I need your cock in my ass, and if you won’t to give it to me, then get out.”

“I do love how you fight it. I don’t think you really want the games to stop, do you?”

“Vito, I need you to fuck me. I need your cock. Isn’t that enough?”

“For now.” I pulled all the way out, then pushed in again, moving past the first tight ring of muscle.

Zeke cried out and slammed his fist down on the bed. “That fucking hurts.”

“You can take it.”

I pulled back and let him catch his breath, then I pushed back in slowly, barely going deeper than I had before. I held still and fisted my hand in his hair and yanked his head back. “You feel that, Zeke?”

“Fuck yes.”

“I want you to feel every inch as I slide into you. I’m going to stuff you full, and you’re going to take it.”

“Get on with it, asshole.”

“No, I’m going to take this slow. You can’t get away. You can’t stop me. All you can do is open up and take it.”

He struggled against my hold. “I said fuck me right fucking now.”

“I am, but I’m in control, not you, just like you want it. Give yourself to me.”

“Fuck no. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. You’re mine.” I pushed in a little farther, and his breath caught. “Relax. You’re only making this harder.”

He was so tight around me, his muscles clamping down. Sweat dripped down his face and he had his eyes squeezed shut. “Look at me.”

I slid out, then pushed in again, and his eyes opened. He turned and met my gaze.

“You love this.”

He nodded, and I felt him relax, sliding in deeper was easier now. “That’s it, baby. Let yourself have what you need.”

“More.”

“You’re going to get all of it, but I’m giving you time to adjust, because once I’ve opened you up all the way, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to breathe or speak or fight. All you’ll be able to do it take it. I’ll force you to come so hard you pass out.”

“Please.” His eyes were wide open now and he was still looking at me.

“Head down,” I ordered. “I want you to focus on how it feels to be stuffed with my cock.”

He obeyed, and I drew back.

“So good.” The words seemed to slip from him with his breath.

When I pushed back in, he groaned but he didn’t fight me. I was almost all the way in, but I waited until he relaxed more. I gave him some shallow strokes, and he squirmed under me.

“More. Please. Don’t tease me.”

“I’ll do whatever I want. Whatever I think is good for you.”