23. Vito

23

VITO

I didn’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.

Except it was a big deal. I doubted anyone other than Val knew that. I never really expected anyone to pay attention when I talked. “You need me to carry you into the shower?”

Zeke shook his head as he rolled over and pushed himself up to a seated position. “I think I can make it.”

He stood and began to walk on wobbly legs. When he saw me smiling, he flipped me off. “I know you’re loving the effect you have on me.”

“I sure don’t hate it, and the tie is the perfect accent.”

“Fuck off.”

If it could be saved, I was never going to be able to look at that tie without smiling again. Once the bathroom door was shut and the shower was running, I pulled on my boxers and T-shirt and started looking around the room. I wasn’t going to go through drawers or anything, but I wanted to see what I could learn by looking at his stuff.

He has a few framed pictures on the top of his dresser, one of him and his mom, one of him and some of his teammates in Vegas, and one of him much younger, also in hockey gear, with a group of guys, probably his high school team.

Otherwise, the room was sparse, just the necessary furniture which I through must have come with the apartment. He hadn’t done too much to personalize it, but I guess he hadn’t been here very long, and he spent most of his time at the rink.

I wandered out into the living room. There was an afghan tossed over the back of the couch. It was a mix of lots of colors, like someone was using up all the bits of yarn they had. I wondered who had made it. His mother? Another relative?

I looked at a bookshelf where he had some trophies next to a few rows of books, including one that looked like family recipes bound together and a few picture books that must’ve been his favorites as a child. The other volumes were mostly horror or thrillers. I pulled one out and started reading the back cover.

The bathroom door opened. I hurriedly put the book back on the shelf, but Zeke was already watching me from the doorway wearing fucking gray sweatpants and a T-shirt. Did he have to look so good? “You move fast.”

“You should see me on skates. Are you snooping around, trying to see what secrets you can find?”

“I’m just looking at things you have out.”

“You can borrow that book if you want to.”

I pulled it back off the shelf. “Is it good?”

He nodded. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“So, you’re a horror fan?”

“I am. What about you? Do mobsters get any time for reading?”

I looked down at my feet. Why the fuck was I embarrassed? “I’ve never really been all that into reading. I read really fucking slowly. Val is the smart one.”

Zeke frowned. “Just because you read slowly doesn’t mean you aren’t smart. Have you tried audiobooks?”

I shook my head. “I just play video games.”

“That’s fine, but if you want any book recommendations, you can get most things on audio, and that might be a lot more fun for you.”

I looked back down at the book I’d pulled from the shelf. “How scary is it?”

Zeke grinned. “Is the big, tough mobster worried he’ll get too scared?”

“No. I just want to know.” So what if scary movies unnerved me, but killing people in real life didn’t. I wasn’t into jump scares, that was all. But a book wouldn’t give me that.

“It’s okay, you know? You’re allowed to be scared of some things.”

“What are you scared of?”

The words hung in the air. I held Zeke’s gaze, and he didn’t look away. Why had I asked that? It was too much, too personal.

He eventually answered. “Losing my place in the NHL.”

“Yeah, I get that. I don’t like jump scares. I can handle it if I’m armed and ready to defend myself but… My mom had a boyfriend for a while, and he yelled a lot. Sometimes in the middle of the night, and it would startle me awake. I just don’t like that.”

Zeke laid a hand on my arm. “That sounds awful. I’m afraid of being alone.”

“You’re not. You have me.”

“For now.”

I shook my head. “This is more than a hook up. You know it.”

“I…that’s too much, too fast.”

“Is it though?”

The doorbell rang. “That’s the food. I’ll get it.” Zeke practically ran for the door.