24. Zeke
24
ZEKE
I was glad for the reprieve. I was not ready to talk to Vito about where things were going for us. I didn’t want him to disappear once everything with Benito and his associates was settled, but I wasn’t sure what I did want, or what was even possible. Would his obsession really last? Was it more than that?
I’d thought I just found him hot and liked the diversion of him and his dominance, along with his ability to protect me, but tonight I’d realized I felt a hell of a lot more. He listened to me. He took me seriously, and damn did he know how to pleasure me in a way that made me know he truly saw me. No one else had ever done that.
I got the food in, and we set it up on the coffee table and turned on the TV. We ended up watching some episodes of Only Murders in the Building . We didn’t talk much, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was easy to just be with him. I hadn’t had a friend I could just exist with in a long time. Not since I was a kid.
When we were done eating, Vito wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. I rested my head on his shoulder and found myself drifting off.
I woke to the credits rolling. Was this the episode we’d started when I fell asleep, or was it another one? I couldn’t tell.
I pulled away and pushed my hair back from my face. “What time is it?”
Vito glanced toward his watch, then froze.
“What is it?”
“Shh.” He laid his finger against my lips and tilted his head toward the balcony.
I raised my brows and mouth “What?”
“I heard something.” He grabbed his gun from where he’d laid it on the end table. He motioned for me to stay back as he moved toward the balcony door.
No way was someone else as insane as he was. There wasn’t any way onto my balcony other than the door we’d been sitting in front of or jumping from one of my neighbors’ balconies.
“Be careful,” I hissed.
Vito glared at me, and his look told me both to shut up and to trust him. I followed him anyway. I wasn’t going to let him do this alone.
He used the curtain as cover and peeked out, gun ready. Slowly, he slid open the door and examined the balcony.
“No one’s out here,” I said.
He growled. “Get inside. Now.”
I huffed but did as he said, enjoying watching him as he moved slowly through the apartment. He bent over to inspect something, and I licked my lips at the sight of his ass in tight boxer briefs.
When he walked back inside, I wanted to tackle him. How was I already hungry for more when he’d just had me gasping, shaking, and begging a little while ago?
He glanced down at my cock, which was straining against my sweats. I pulled it out, wrapped a hand around it, and gave it a few strokes, encouraging the needy little bastard to go from interested to fully hard.
“You really are a horny motherfucker, aren’t you? I’m out there trying to make sure there’s not someone waiting to shoot us, and you’re in here fantasizing.”
“You bent over. It was…hot.”
He grinned. “Fortunately, there’s no one there or any evidence that someone has been watching us.”
“They would have gotten quite a show.”
He smiled. “Yes, they would have, but I don’t share, and you don’t need a scandal.”
“I don’t really want anyone watching. I….” the thought of someone filming me being destroyed by Vito made me feel sick.
“Hey.” He stepped closer and cupped my face. “No one is going to hurt you. What you’re sharing with me is only for us, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to exploit you. You understand?”
I nodded. I did. I understood too well how easily he would eliminate any threats to me. “Did you really think someone else would be crazy enough to jump from my neighbor’s balcony like you did?”
“If you think I’m crazy, Benito is ten times worse. What I was most concerned about was someone having gotten in before we were here and hiding on the balcony.”
The room began to spin around me, and I had to sit down on the arm of the couch. “Fuck. I should have thought of that.”
“No, baby. I should have cleared the apartment and the balcony before I ever touched you. I let myself give in to temptation when I was supposed to be focused on your safety. I will not let that happen again.”
So he was mad at himself. I pulled him to me in a tight hug. “You shouldn’t have to be worried about that. It’s my fault. I got myself in this mess.”
“I want to take care of you.” He pulled back and stroked my cheek. “I’m going to do better.”
“You’re doing enough.”
“Enough would mean you were safe and all you had to worry about was having the stamina to fuck me again and again every night.”
“And play hockey.”
He smiled. “Yes.”
“I think maybe I need some more training for that kind of stamina.”
“Do you?” His eyes darkened and he ran his thumb over my lower lip.
“I do.”
“How would this training regimen work?”
I hesitated. How far did I want to push this?
You want to have all the fun you can while Vito is yours.
I did. “It would need to be very demanding. Harsh. Punishing even.”
He grinned. “Really?”
I held his gaze as I nodded. “I think that’s exactly what I need.”
“I agree.” He laid his hands on my shoulders and pushed down. “Get on your knees.”
I did as he said, slowly lowering myself to the ground.
I watched, mesmerized as he pushed his boxers down and took his cock in his hand. He was half hard and as he stroked himself, his cock thickened more. I was practically drooling. He gripped my chin with his other hand. “Look at me.”
I sucked in a breath as I met his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense. He looked at me like a predator. I shivered, unable to help myself. I should be scared of this man who killed so easily, who thought nothing of deciding I was his, coming to stake his claim, but I wanted him far more than I feared him. Whether that was stupid or not, it wasn’t going to change. If he hadn’t scared me away by now, he wasn’t going to.
“Are you nervous?” he asked. “Afraid you’ve asked for more than you can handle?”
I should’ve been. “Never. I can handle you.”
He laughed. The sound deep and rumbling he stroked my cheekbone with his thumb. “You’re adorable.”
“I don’t get told that very often.”
“No, because most people are intimidated by how hot you are.”
I frowned. “But not you?”
“No. Not me. I know you’ll do whatever I tell you. You’ll choke on my cock, and you’ll love it.”
I wanted to argue, to tell him I wouldn’t just obey any order he gave me, but I wasn’t sure that was true. And I didn’t think he’d believe me even if it was. “Are you going to talk or are you going to get on with this training?”
“Are you so eager to show me just how slutty you are?”
“We’re a little pressed for time, aren’t we? Didn’t you say we needed to meet with your family this morning?”
“They’ll wait.”
“Vito.”
“Open your mouth, baby.” I did as he said, sticking my tongue out and smiling up at him.
“That’s more like it. That’s the obedient boy I want.”
I started to protest, but he grabbed my chin, squeezing hard. “Stay just like this.” He teased the tip of his cock over my tongue. I tasted his precum and wanted to swallow, but I held myself still. Slowly, he pushed into my mouth deeper and deeper. I swallowed around him, and he smiled.
“You’re going to take it all the way down. I want to feel the back of your throat.”
I nodded since I couldn’t speak, and he pushed in deep enough to make me gag around him. He didn’t pull back. I managed to accept it. He stroked my cheek again. “Such a good boy, choking on my cock. You love this, don’t you? Being on your knees for me. Serving me.”
I tried to pull back then, but he used a hand on the back of my head to hold me still.
“You’re not going anywhere.”