Page 18 of Grind
But as much as he craved this connection, he watched Ezra for reactions, admired every twitch of his muscles, and then moved his hand to Ezra’s cock, because his biggest turn-on was giving pleasure. Seeing a man come, warm seed dripping from his dick, face flushed, mouth open in a moan was the hottest thing for Frank.
Seeing Ezra in that state? That was what got him addicted and spending so much money he didn’t even want to account for it.
“And you’re a beast when you’re fucking me,” Ezra whispered through his teeth, moving with the table as Frank slammed into him over and over, transforming his composed beauty into the lusty demon he existed as now. “You feel good every single time.”
His words went straight to Frank’s head, and he hammered into him faster, prompting his lover to squeeze his eyes shut and roll his head over the tabletop, as if he couldn’t contain the sensations passing through his body.
“Every. Single. Time?” Frank teased, slamming in hard to punctuate those words, as he rubbed Ezra’s gorgeous dick without rhythm to prolong his pleasure.
He leaned lower to lick the delicious sweat forming between Ezra’s pecs. He needed to remember every second of this night.
Ezra nodded, again holding Frank’s face and meeting his gaze. “Every single time. You aresogood,” he rasped as his hot insides milked Frank’s cock, making his head spin.
Those words made Frank’s arousal skyrocket, and just the thought that his pre-cum was now lubricating Ezra had him move faster. He tightened his grip on Ezra’s cock and stroked it at the same frantic pace. They fit together so well, and the smooth inner muscles seemed to caress Frank’s dick every time it pushed in.
His mouth couldn’t get enough, either and he rubbed his cheek against the pec, then nipped at the stiff nipple. With Ezra, he could be his most primal self, and when his lover pulled him close, arching his torso toward him, Frank let the monster overcome him and bit down on the hot flesh before sucking the smooth skin.
Ezra whimpered, but instead of pushing him away, he dug his fingers into Frank’s shoulders, keeping him there for a moment longer. “Oh God. Yes. Frank...”
"That's it. Come for me, baby. Fuck my hand like it's yours. Ride my cock while you're at it, needy boy."
Ezra’s eyes rolled back and he rocked his hips, making his abs stiffen as he did what Frank asked, not even trying to contain his pleasure. His voice was the most beautiful melody Frank ever heard, reaching a crescendo when cum jetted from his dick, slicking Frank’s fist and painting Ezra’s flushed chest.
He’d take this fucking image to the grave with him, and no one needed to know. This was his only. Ezra had never agreed to bondage, but when Frank moved his hands to trap Ezra’s wrists above his head, there wasn’t a single complaint, just desperate panting to accompany the last bit of cum jutting out of Ezra’s cock.
If Ezra liked a beast, Frank wouldn’t hold back.
He squeezed Ezra’s wrists and unleashed an onslaught of thrusts, focused on coming inside that angelic body throbbing with heat around his dick.
“Keep your legs wrapped around me,” he rasped when Ezra’s grip on him seemed to weaken.
The lovely thighs immediately pressed to his sides, and Ezra opened his eyes wide, flinching slightly yet not telling Frank off for fucking him so hard. “Yes...I just... it’s so much.”
“You can take it, pretty thing,” Frank whispered, but he could already taste the orgasm on his lips. Or was it Ezra’s cum he’d licked off his skin? He wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter because it was over moments later
He pressed himself tightly against that pert ass, fantasizing about the way his spunk flooded Ezra’s insides. His mind was so hazy he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had sex without rubbers. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway because the way Ezra’s ass squeezed him was everything he needed to know.
Ezra cried out and pulled Frank’s hips against him as his chest rose and fell. He opened and closed his hands, which were still trapped by Frank’s wrists, sighing softly, as if he wasn’t yet back to reality.
“I can take it, Frank.”
A little lazy smile made its way to Frank’s lips when he rocked against Ezra’s ass, as if it was his instinct to rub his cum into Ezra.
“You’ve taken it so beautifully,” Frank murmured, kissing Ezra’s chest as his dick softened. “I might just need to see,” he said with a spark of wickedness in his chest.
He let go of Ezra’s hands and pushed his legs apart as he sank to his knees to get a good look at Ezra’s dripping hole.
Ezra exhaled and shifted closer to the edge of the table. “See something you like?” he whispered in a raspy voice as Frank took in the sheen of oil in Ezra’s crack. A trail of cum dampened the skin above a little pool that must have followed Frank’s cock as he withdrew. Most of it was still deep inside the spent body.
“You know I do…” He leaned in and spread Ezra’s cheeks to run his flattened tongue over the sensitive flesh. He didn’t care for the taste of his own cum, but he loved everything about this well-fucked pucker. When Ezra whimpered, Frank teased the tip of his tongue inside, trembling from lust as he held Ezra’s thighs. “Such a delicious, responsive creature.”
“I am,” Ezra said breathlessly and massaged Frank’s head with his fingertips, encouraging him to go on. His smooth flesh was pliable and relaxed now, so when Frank pushed one finger inside him, to coax out more cum, it went in without an issue. Ezra’s toes curled. He even wiggled his ass a little in encouragement.
Frank pushed his finger in and out without rush as he kissed Ezra’s smooth balls.
There would be no way for him to move on. Ezra had set the bar far too high.
All Frank could do now was gorge on this beauty a bit longer before going back to his loveless life interjected by mediocre blowjobs.