33. Vito

33

VITO

E ach time I was with Zeke, it was better than the last, but I didn’t think I’d ever felt anything as good as him eating my ass. If he kept it up, I was going to come. I didn’t want things to be over that fast. But I didn’t want to stop either.

“Zeke! Fuck, you’re killing me.”

“No.” He looked up from between my legs. “When I straddle you and slowly lower myself onto your cock as I squeeze you with my ass, that’s going to be so much worse.”

“You’re really loving this, aren’t you?”

“I love when you wreck me. I love when you tell me what to do, but I am having fun right now, and you know you are too.”

“I am. I like control, but I don’t need it the way I did before. I’ve realized I don’t have to control everything to be happy.”

“Good. Just relax and let this happen.”

He straddled my waist, then reached under his pillow to find the lube. I watched as he squirted some on his fingers and started slicking up my cock. The strokes of his hand felt so fucking good. He got more lube and rose up on his knees so I could watch his fingers disappear inside his ass.

“I’m never going to get tired of watching you do that.”

“You’d better not.” He took my cock in hand again and brushed the tip of it across this hole. “I meant what I said, your arm stays still, or I stop.”

I groaned. “I’m not going to use it, I swear.” I hoped I could keep that promise.

When Zeke began to lower himself onto my cock, I sucked in a breath. His ass felt so fucking tight. I thought I was going to lose it and come inside him before he even fully seated himself.

When he stopped and held himself still, I opened my eyes and started to reach for him, then immediately put my injured arm back on the pillow.

“That was close,” Zeke said.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get on with it.”

“I’m going slowly.”

“How the fuck are you just hovering there? Take the rest of my cock.”

“Eventually.”

“This is what I get for dating a hockey player with the best fucking thigh muscles in the world.”

He smiled. “It is a little bit of an advantage.”

When he lowered himself a little more, I tried to lift my hips and drive myself into him, but his legs were clenching me too tightly.

“Give it up. Let me control this.”

“You’ve been sitting there for an hour.”

“Not even close.”

“How long can you—never mind.”

“How long can I hold myself like this? Do you really want to find out?”

“No. Goddammit, fuck me.”

He refused to move, holding himself halfway down on my dick. His thighs weren’t even shaking yet. Sweat rolled down my face. I wanted to grab hold of him and shove him down on my cock, but I also needed to show him that I could take anything he wanted to dish out.

“It’s not easy to wait, is it?”

“Fuck, no.”

He smiled, holding my gaze as he finally sank the rest of the way down. Moving achingly slow until he had all of me inside.

I blew out a long breath. “If you don’t fucking start moving now?—”

He rose up and drove back down, taking my breath.

“Like that?”

“Yes, you bastard, like that.”

I took hold of his hip with my good hand, gripping him tight and trying to make him ride me. He widened his legs, allowing me to lift my hips more, and after that, he didn’t go slow.

He rode me like his life depended on it, like the only thing important to him was to get my dick deep inside of him over and over again. His cock bobbed in front of him, and precum dripped onto my stomach. Finally, he took his cock in hand and started working himself.

“Are you going to fill me?” he asked. “Are you going to put your cum in my ass? Are you going to watch it drip back out of me, knowing you’ve marked me as yours?”

“Fuuuuuck!” I couldn’t hold back anymore, I drove my hips up into him, ignoring the pain from my ribs, and came again and again, filling him up just like he asked.

He jerked his cock faster, and he was coming before I finished. I loved the way his cum felt splashing on my chest.

When he was done, I really wanted to use my injured arm to lift him up, but I knew that would hurt like hell. “Turn around. You promised me I could watch my cum drip out of you.”

He smiled and did as I said, lifting himself off my cock, turning around and sticking his ass out. I watched as cum ran from his ass. “Fuck, that’s hot.” I scooped some up and sucked it off my fingers as he turned to look at me.

“You’re fucking filthy.”

“Yeah, and you love it.”

“I really do. Can I clean us up now?”

I grinned. “You don’t like messy?”

“I like messy in the moment, then I like to get cleaned up.”

I sighed as if it were a big imposition. “Fine, go ahead and take that lovely ass away from me.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be back in a second.”

He brought out a washcloth, cleaned us up, and tossed it back in the bathroom hamper before sliding into bed beside me. “I don’t even want to know how late it is.”

I frowned. “Me either. When do you have to get up in the morning?”

“I should at least be up by nine to go for a run and do a quick workout, but I have the day off.”

“Oh my God, that’s amazing. I expect you to spend every minute of it with me.”

“Except for the run, I will.”

“I can run with you.”

“Not with your arm and ribs hurt. You can stay in bed, and I’ll come home and make you breakfast.”

“Fine.”

Zeke pulled the covers over us and turned off the light. “Is your arm okay or do you need another pillow?”

I shifted onto my side and settled my arm on the pillow he’d given me earlier. “It’s good.”

“Perfect.” Zeke spooned me and I pushed my body back against his.