Page 9 of Grind
It was relaxing.
He expected the tip of Frank’s dick, a request for lube and rubbers, but instead Ezra felt the soft touch of a hot, wet tongue.
Oh, Frank hadn’t been lying when he described himself as a pleaser. Ezra mewled into the pillow he pulled close from the top of the bed when Frank pushed the tip of his tongue into his opening, exploring him with the greed of a man who didn’t get to do this as frequently as he wished to.
Ezra was good at reading people—he couldn’t have been in this line of work otherwise—and Frank’s giddiness, the way he acted as if they were lovers rather than an escort and his client told him he didn’t usually hire sex workers.
Frank’s massive hands squeezed Ezra’s buttocks and pulled them apart, burying whatever analytical thoughts might have passed through Ezra’s head next.
Flames traveled up his legs and down his spine, creating a highway of sensation leading to his opening, so he pushed back into Frank’s face, curling his toes and arching his spine in response to the wonderfully soft touch. His body and mind were still slow, yet Frank wouldn’t let him settle and rest, dragging him back toward arousal with hands the size of bread loaves and a tongue that was now swirling on his pucker.
“That... feels good,” Ezra voiced, rubbing his chest and squeezing the flesh on his ribs as the soft, wet muscle opened him up. He’d prepared for anal, but the tongue made him feel soft like butter on a hot day. He’d always had an ease when it came to pleasure and arousal—something that made his job way simpler than it might be for other people—but being with someone who was not only his type but also focused on giving him pleasure? It felt like hitting the jackpot.
“This part of you is beautiful too.” Frank chuckled in that dark tone that sounded as if he’d been drinking burnt honey, and as his tongue slid to Ezra’s taint, his hands traveled down Ezra’s legs until they tickled him behind the knees. This man liked to take his time, and Ezra wasn’t complaining.
Well, maybe a little, just because his insides felt tense with the need to be filled. But he could wait and let Frank… well, not exactly edge him, since he did make him come, but definitely enjoyed to keep a man waiting.
Ezra grunted when the tongue played with his balls while the saliva on his hole cooled. “I bet you can’t wait to feel me tighten around you,” he babbled, rolling his hips against Frank’s touch. “Will I get to see your cock up close before that happens?”
Frank gave his buttock a long lick with his flattened tongue and nudged Ezra’s legs farther apart. “Look between your thighs,” he said, walking two fingers along Ezra’s spine.
When Ezra did as told, he was treated to a sight that made his insides ever needier. Frank was stroking his thick tool, only his thighs and groin visible in the frame of Ezra’s legs. Hairy, big as a rhino, and covered with old school tattoos of tigers and cars, he ticked all of Ezra’s boxes.
The cock was long, and thick, and being stretched by it would feel so damn good. Ezra’s own dick was already getting the memo, and seeing it harden again, so close to Frank’s own, made him moan with excitement. “That’s so damn hot. All of you is... you’re like a massive steak I want to eat all night.”
So maybe it was a stupid thing to say, but it wasn’t like they’d see each other again.
“I’m guessing you really appreciate man meat then?” Frank said with a hint of humor, but Ezra’s breath caught when the bed dipped under Frank’s knee and the stiff prick disappeared from view. Seconds later the cockhead nudged Ezra’s hole.
His entire body felt weak, and his face fell into the pillow as he struggled not to let his knees slide farther apart. It felt like anticipating a big cup of warm cocoa after a tough day in the cold, and he braced himself while remaining sober enough to speak, “Condoms and lube are on the bedside table.”
To reach them, Frank draped his whole body on top of Ezra, and his weight, the tickle of chest hair, had Ezra salivating with thirst. Fuck. Such a massive guy. Of course he took part in Strongman competitions. Ezra imagined him pulling a monster truck, and then himself rewarding Frank with a hot, messy blowjob. He could practically sense gravel hurting his knees, but the need to show his appreciation would have been too great to give up on it because of something as unimportant as a bit of discomfort.
He moaned when Frank pulled back and squirted some lube straight on Ezra’s hole.
“Reach between your legs and finger yourself for me. I want to watch.” His voice was as raspy as his stubble and so delicious Ezra would have hooked up with him for fun, had they met in different circumstances. Oh, why couldn’t he be into sleek guys in suits? It would have made his life so much easier. But no, his preference lay in big, strong men like Frank, and this gem oozed raw masculinity without even a sliver of a violent streak.
With a soft gasp, he pushed the middle of his back up while trailing his hand down his stomach, past his cock and balls, to reach the slickened hole. Tension grew in the air when Frank said nothing, breathing loudly in the silence, but then Ezra rubbed his middle finger up and down the opening, and just knowing that Frank watched it happen made his dick twitch against his own forearm.
“How do you want me to do it?” he whispered, eager for guidance. He wanted Frank to go crazy for him, even if only for this one night.
Frank grabbed his wrist, ever so gently, and made Ezra press his fingers to the slippery hole. “Tease it first, rub it nicely, get it ready for me. That’s it, sweetie. Now dip them in, stretch yourself like you do when you’re horny and there’s no one around to scratch that itch for you. You like getting fucked, don’t you?”
Understatement of the century.
Ezra’s let slip an ungodly, choked sound as he pushed in his middle finger, eager for Frank’s approval like he hadn’t been for anything in a long time. His brain clouded, and when that big hand drew circles all over his back, he couldn’t help the tremor passing through his body. He wasn’t a fan of nicknames, but in this moment, all he wanted was to be Frank’ssweetie. “Yes. I like a big man like you inside me and holding me. I want it so much,” he whispered, pushing in a second finger to stretch his hole, but it was already relaxed, slick with lube, and he wantedmore.
“You want this?” Frank asked and rubbed his stiff dick over Ezra’s buttock. “Fuck yourself with your fingers. Move them faster.”
He had to be set on driving Ezra mad, because his thick thumb joined Ezra’s fingers. The bastard even scratched Ezra’s buttock with the other four fingers of his hand.
They were in the desert, and this cruel man was denying him a sip of water!
Frustrated, Ezra pulled on his sphincter, opening himself up. The stretch already felt good, but when Frank didn’t immediately react, he started moving both fingers in and out, creating delicious friction.
He stifled a happy laugh when Frank grabbed his wrist and pulled Ezra’s hand away. In his line of work, having shame would have been a hindrance, so he only felt excitement at the thought of Frank watching his pucker and barely able to contain his own need.
“You think you did a good enough job? Got yourself ready for my dick?” Frank asked, but pushed right in, before Ezra could have come up with a witty answer. The thick girth stretched Ezra’s hole, and kept going in a slow, never-ending slide that had Ezra gasping for air. Frank grabbed Ezra’s hips and kneeled between his spread legs, his dick rock-solid yet so hot and alive.