Page 17 of Grind
He wanted to say that, express it somehow, but only some useless grunt came out of his mouth, and he settled on pulling Ezra’s pants down as Ezra’s hands were already on the soft fabric belt tying Frank’s robe.
Neither of them said anything, but every gasp, every whisper of fabric, and creak of wood seemed loud like a gunshot. Ezra’s gaze was on fire, as if he were already burning on the inside and about to set Frank alight. But Frank didn’t care. The moment the pants landed on the floor, Ezra opened his toned legs, grabbed the folds of Frank’s robe, and pulled him between his thighs.
Maybe he was genuinely sorry about leaving Frank behind. Maybe he just liked getting fucked this much. It no longer mattered.
His lips were a drug, and Frank wasn’t looking forward to the detox, so he’d gorge on them one last time.
And yes, he did nip on Ezra’s neck, because fuck it. They’d never see each other again.
He rolled his hips between Ezra’s spread legs, already missing the fucks as much as he would miss anticipating them. But what he’d also miss was the relaxing TV marathons, the dinners, the cuddles, the sweet text messages, and sizzling selfies.
He had the saddest boner, but he was rock-hard nevertheless, and nothing but Ezra’s sweet, tight body would do.
The elegant hand with nails polished to perfection reached down and brought their dicks together, squeezing them to Ezra’s hard stomach. The jolt it sent all the way to Frank’s feet could have electrified the floor, but he was utterly focused on the man sprawled before him, so very needy and submissive.
For a moment Frank indulged in the fantasy of abducting Ezra back to his lair, cuffing him to the bed blindfolded so he could never leave, but he wasn't that kind of man. And it would have given him no satisfaction to trap a bird of paradise in a cage.
Ezra caught his gaze and tilted his hips, his free hand roaming Frank’s hairy chest as if he couldn’t decide where to touch next. “I need—”
“Yes. Let me just…” But when Frank tried to pull away to get lube and condoms, Ezra clamped his legs around him and wouldn’t let go.
“Don’t. I—” He shivered, once again squeezing their cocks. The flush on his cheeks was hypnotic, but he seemed just as irrational as Frank felt. “You know I’m on PrEP. Unless you want the rubbers, I’m okay without,” he uttered.
The words awoke such a fire in Frank’s brain it was hard for him to think straight. This was exactly what he always lectured his nephew about not doing.
Fuck it.
He’d get to leave a piece of him inside Ezra.
“I don’t. I want you to say my name when I fill you with my cum,” he rasped into Ezra’s ear and pulled his legs up for better access to that sweet ass.
This was no pity fuck.
He was wanted. Trulywanted. Ezra wouldn’t have suggested going bare otherwise.
Ezra gave a frantic nod, smiling, and forced Frank down for a kiss so hard it made Frank’s head spin. Very little blood was left to keep his brain functioning at this point, but it didn’t matter, because his body knew what it needed when Ezra passed him some bottle. He didn’t check if it was oil or something else, just poured it in his hand and slicked his dick, dripping some of the improvised lube onto his lover’s balls.
“You’re so damn good at it,” Ezra rasped, squeezing Frank’s pecs with liquid desire pooling in his eyes.
Frank didn’t want to think about missing this in the future and focused on the here and now.
Here and now, Ezra kept kissing him.
Here and now, his dick throbbed with need.
Here and now, Ezra pushed the dishes to the floor, not caring if they broke.
The rattle and clatter of cutlery infused Frank with a sense of urgency. Which was madness because they’d fucked an hour ago. He just couldn’t get enough.
When Ezra laid back on the table in all his glory, wet hair spread around his head, his lean, muscular body arching in expectation, Frank thrust his bare dick in. and even his gums pulsed with pleasure as he held Ezra’s thighs open and drilled into him without mercy.
Ezra didn’t want mercy. He wanted a thick cock inside of him.
His lover arched on the table, his mouth opening wide, fighting for air as he clutched one hand on the edge of the tabletop and pulled the other down Frank’s chest, biting him with his nails. A hiss left his wonderful lips, then a hoarse gasp, and finally a low moan when his heels dug into the small of Frank’s back.
The world pulsed with blurry colors, and Frank could swear he heard Ezra’s heartbeat as that tight body opened for his cock.
He leaned down, grabbing Ezra’s hip with one hand, and keeping himself up with the other. “You’re a vision when I’m inside you,” Frank muttered, riding the tight hole with an urgency he’d never felt before. He both didn’t want this to end andneededto come inside Ezra.