Page 41 of Grind
But Ezra had an answer to every question and reached back to the coffee table, returning with a fire truck-red dildo from Frank’s own collection. His lips were wet from their kisses, his gaze dark with arousal, but what got Frank most was the shameless smile that told him Ezra wasn’t at all sorry about going through Frank’s things. He was so mischievous. So sexy.
Right now, Frank couldn’t care less. Maybe tomorrow he’d fucking spank him.
“I want more.”
“Oh, fuck yes,” Frank muttered and pulled his dick out. It was only then that he realized they’d forgotten to discuss whether that one time they’d fucked bare set a new standard or if he should have put on a condom this time, but what was done was done. They could talk it through later. “Do you know this thing vibrates?” he whispered against Ezra’s plump lips.
He couldn’t believe they’d be doing this. Toys gave him all the control over his partner’s pleasure. He wouldn’t call himself a pleaser in the sense of a person who did not care much about their own needs, but he’d always been turned on watching his lovers squirm with lust.
Ezra’s eyes widened, but the wicked smile tugging at his lips revealed that he wasn’t surprised. “Does it really? Show me, hot stuff,” he rasped, biting his lip and squeezing Frank’s pecs with shocking strength. The time he spent at the gym wasn’t just for show then.
Frank grabbed the dildo and moved it behind Ezra, never breaking eye contact. “Where did you get it?” he asked, teasingly brushing the tip of the toy over Ezra’s hole, loving that this needy man still wanted more.
“The bottom drawer of your nightstand,” Ezra spoke in a voice that dripped with honey. “I sucked on it earlier, but it’s not as thick as that natural wonder between your legs, and not nearly as tasty.”
Oh. God.
This demon knew exactly what to say to rile Frank up. But Frank was not defenseless, and when he moved his hand, the dildo dove into the relaxed hole. Ezra’s eyes flickered and rolled back as his thigh muscles gave up, and he dropped to his knees, straddling Frank’s lap.
He was a fuckingvisionwith those beautiful lips parted, dick twitching and leaking pre-cum down the shaft.
“Fuck…”
Maybe Frank wouldn’t have to wait with that spanking until later?
“And when did I say you could snoop through my shit?” he asked, slowly regaining his composure as he drilled the toy farther into Ezra.
Just as Ezra opened his mouth to speak, he slapped his buttock hard. This was one more thing he’d not been allowed to do because of the bruising potential. Well, now hehopedEzra would be sporting one more mark tomorrow.
Ezra moaned, his stomach flexing when he pressed his forehead to Frank's, his lips twisting as he lost himself to sensation. “We wouldn’t have lube if I hadn’t.”
Frank chuckled and stroked the rapidly heating buttock. “Fair.”
Soon, he’d move his hand to Ezra’s cock, but not just yet… With a rocking motion of his wrist, he pushed the fake cock into Ezra again and again, taking time to admire the flush on his cheeks, and his quivering lips.
Ezra’s smile teased him, coaxed him closer until he leaned in and claimed those perfect lips with his tongue. Tonight, he was seeing a new side of Ezra, and as much as he enjoyed the company of the seemingly flawless escort, this infuriating, demanding man was even more beautiful.
Frank’s toes curled when Ezra moved, riding the dildo as they kissed. He was insatiable, and yet Frank wished he could spend the rest of his life trying to satisfy his cravings. This could have only been better if Ezra’s hands were cuffed back, and his knees kept wide apart with a spreader bar while Frank pumped the toy into him, stopping whenever Ezra got too close to the edge.
Soft gasps filled the air when Ezra rubbed his chin against Frank and cupped his face, watching him like no person before had. In that moment, Frank had no doubt that hemattered.
Whatever hid in that pretty head, Ezra cared for him in some way, and his body spoke of his attraction to Frank in very honest terms.
So Frank answered in the same language.
He slid his tongue between Ezra’s lip and gums, and turned on the vibrations with a button at the base of the toy. He wouldn’t dare blink, to not miss a heartbeat of Ezra’s reaction.
Oh, how he squirmed. Breath caught in that long, beautiful throat, thighs stiffened on either side of Frank’s.
“Oh… oh yeah. It definitely v-vibrates,” Ezra rasped, pulling Frank close, as if he wanted to intoxicate him with the peppery scent of his cologne and the fresh sweetness of skin. His spine arched, and he uttered a broken moan, rocking back and forth.
Within just a few days, this young man—almost stranger—had left his mark on everything he touched, even on Frank’s deepest, most secretive needs. But when he reached for his neglected cock, the need to keep in control flared up in Frank.
He slapped Ezra’s hand away, but before Ezra finished his disappointment-filled whimper, Frank wrapped his fingers around Ezra’s shaft.
“Fuck my hand,” Frank said, staring at the man in front of him and loving every second of their connection. The amber eyes rolled back and Ezra followed his request without question. Frank held the dildo in place, imagining how the vibrations he could sense in his hand rubbed Ezra from the inside. He hoped they gave Ezra the high of his life.
“Watch me. See me come,” Ezra whispered, his gaze intense as he rocked on top of Frank. He was like a wild cat, tamed yet not domesticated, and Frank didn’t think he could ever be.
