Page 8 of Grind
Frank let out a soft grunt and licked the salty droplet all the way to the slit. He forced Ezra’s thighs wider apart and almost chuckled in glee at the shiver he felt under his fingers. “Oh, I’ll be taking everything you’re willing to give, Ezra,” he said and wrapped his lips over the smooth cockhead.
Fuck, it felt good to taste a dick again. But sensing the way Ezra’s thighs stiffened, how he twisted on the bed, rubbing Frank’s shoulders, was even better. Frank might have waited a long time for this, but it was well worth it. The stiff shaft pulsed on his tongue, demanding more attention, and Frank was its humble servant.
He loved the peppery cologne radiating from Ezra’s skin and how it accentuated his fresh, natural scent, but he wanted to smell less perfume and more Ezra, so he followed the trail to where his aroma was strongest. Grabbing Ezra’s dick, Frank teased his balls with his tongue. He took his sweet time exploring the soft skin, kissing and caressing as he pumped Ezra’s cock, unbothered that his own stiff dick was neglected. He’d be fucking this prime piece of ass later, so he might as well be patient and enjoy the journey.
And since he was thinking of ass…
He slipped his other hand under Ezra and squeezed his buttock, pressing his face against Ezra’s cock and balls. He could only hope the boy didn’t mind the scratch of stubble, but the moan falling from Ezra’s mouth didn’t sound like a complaint.
“I’m going to make you beg for dick,” Frank whispered against his skin and licked along the shaft, exploring its smooth underside. Even if Ezra ended up pretend-begging, this washisfantasy, so why not ask for it?
Ezra hid his eyes as his breathing quickened, and he opened his legs, lifting his feet off the bed, as if he wasn’t sure what he wanted anymore. “Can I start begging now?” he uttered and rolled his hands down, revealing his face. His cheeks and chest were covered with a blot of dark color, and as Frank rolled his palm up his stomach, just past that stiff cock, Ezra’s eyes rolled back.
“You can beg, but it will be a while. I’m still unsure if I want to swallow or see cum splash your chest.” Frank let out a low chuckle and flattened his tongue against the cockhead, pressing it to Ezra’s stomach. He slipped his fingers into Ezra’s crack and hummed when its heat beckoned him deeper. He could hardly believe this absolute stunner was putty in his hands. And if they never saw each other again, this night would leave him with a memory to cherish.
A voice in his head spun the fantasy of Ezra ending up so smitten he couldn't forget Frank, but it was best to squash it before it got out of control. Ezra was allowed to enjoy his work, but it was still work.
“Frank... please,” Ezra whispered, shivering when Frank rubbed one of his nipples while playing with the hard cock. “I needsomething. And your fingers are so thick.”
Those weresomepuppy dog eyes Ezra was giving him.
Pure porn.His personalporn.
Oh, Frank loved a needy bottom.
“These?” he teased and found the puckered hole as Ezra pushed his ass forward, trying to get some friction. Taking a deep breath, Frank downed Ezra’s dick, instantly relaxed by the way it warmed him from the inside. Yeah, he’d swallow. Let Ezra come on his tongue so he could taste him.
He looked up the hard, toned stomach that wouldn’t be out of place on a classical sculpture and hollowed his cheeks to watch his partner’s body go rigid. Time stopped being linear, and for what could have been minutesorseconds, Frank gorged on Ezra’s clean yet alluring flavor. On smooth tan skin stretched over toned muscles. On the needy sounds coming from the beautiful creature shivering in his arms.
Ezra’s lips parted in a shameless moan and he wiggled his ass against Frank’s hand, trembling and twisting until cum filled Frank’s mouth in several spurts. His hole tightened and dipped under Frank’s fingers as he came, and seeing this Mr. Perfect come undone like this, until he was stripped of all elegant layers and turned into a whimpering, sweaty mess was the satisfaction Frank had craved all along.
He let cum flood his mouth before he swallowed, greedy to enjoy every bit of this handsome man. He never blinked, watching Ezra go from hurried trembling to climax. At one point, Ezra even pressed his foot against Frank’s side, toes curled, as Frank slipped the very tip of his finger into Ezra’s needy hole. It was relaxed and ready but tightened around the digit, making promises Frank could not wait to see fulfilled. It would be a privilege to be inside someone as beautiful and sweet as Ezra, but it wasn’t time yet.
This was everything Frank dreamed of, but he backed away after swallowing the last of Ezra’s cum and gasped for air after forgetting to breathe for a bit too long. “You’re so beautiful. And even your spunk is delicious,” he whispered and rubbed Ezra’s sensitive opening.
Taut muscles rippled when Ezra arched on the bed. He rolled his head over the sheets and curled his toes, as if he didn’t know what to do with the sensations coursing through his body. But his hips knew what they wanted, insistently rocking back on Frank’s fingers, as if he hadn’t gotten the memo that being penetrated right after coming might not be too pleasant.
“Yeah? Was it everything you wanted?”
Frank glanced down to the softening dick and gave it one more taste. “Not just yet. Turn around. Ass up.”
If this feast was paid for, he’d have everything on offer at the buffet.
Chapter 3
Ezra
Ezrawantedhissheetsto soak up Frank’s scent so he could enjoy it while catching up on sleep tomorrow. This man was pure testosterone. With biceps the size of a normal person’s head and so tall Ezra, who was not a short man, had to rest his head on his nape to meet Frank’s eyes at the door. He was also nothing like Ezra’s typical client, and he’d been through enough gym bunnies in his free time to have a valid control sample as comparison.
This wasn’t the first time Paul had asked him to spend the night with someone. Ezra liked to have very clear boundaries with new clients and vet them first, but since Paul paid for his car, and apartment, and was Ezra’s most stable source of income, he wasn’t really in a position to say no. But while Paul assured him Frank was a handsome man, the request still left him somewhat uncomfortable until that gentle giant with screws and nails for pendants knocked on his door.
He didn’t regret a thing.
Barely catching his breath, he didn’t get to respond before Frank flipped him over as if he were a puppet of flesh and bone. Being on his hands and knees, with his face buried in the pillow was like an injection of arousal, even though he’d come a minute ago and was still on a high from that experience. It would be uncomfortable if Frank fucked him now, but the temptation of that thick cock was so great that he might just get worked up again once that thick rod made him burn.
“Oh, aren’t you the beauty…” Frank murmured, and when he rubbed two fingers over Ezra’s pucker, Ezra wasn’t sure if the complement was for him, or his hole. He’d take it either way.
Ezra wanted to say something, but only a moan left his mouth, because his overheated brain wouldn’t cooperate. Frank’s hands were so coarse to the touch, betraying that he did physical labor, and something about it set Ezra on fire. Guys like Frank—rough around the edges, firm, with nonglamorous jobs—were not his target audience. But they were his indulgence. He wasn’t even embarrassed about being an absolute mess, because Frank wouldn’t see him again anyway.