Page 42 of Grind
The scent of his arousal intensified, he breathed faster, and when his entire body stiffened, about to climax, Frank pushed the dildo in hard, shattering whatever was left of Ezra’s composure.
Cum splashed Frank’s skin as Ezra trembled, throwing his arms around Frank and hissing out a few unintelligible words.
And then he went limp and sank into Frank’s embrace, spent.
Frank turned off the vibrations and was gentle as he pulled out the dildo. He dropped it to the floor without care, hugging Ezra with one arm, as he slid his spunk-stained hand to Ezra’s ass. The tips of his fingers dipped into the warm hole, teasing the sensitive flesh as they both basked in the afterglow of sex.
He hummed against Ezra’s skin and left kisses along his shoulder. “So pretty, but so filthy…” he murmured lovingly.
Ezra swallowed, hiding his face in Frank’s neck. “In a good way?”
“In the best way.”
Frank made sure he was ready, to not fuck up his signature move, and rose from the sofa while holding Ezra against his chest. His knees wobbled for half a second, but yep, he still had it.
The stars shining at him from Ezra’s eyes were the only reward he cared for, but he pushed down the intense need blooming inside him and carried Ezra to the bedroom Ezra had recently cleaned. Even the sheets were fresh, and as Frank put him down onto the mattress, he could barely believe this was happening.
Ezra stretched, smiling at him while Frank ran to the bathroom to get one of the hand towels wet, and proceeded to wipe Ezra’s skin as their breaths calmed.
“You think you got your fill of dick?” he asked and kissed Ezra’s ear as he joined him for a cuddle.
Already close to drifting off into the land of dreams, Ezra smiled and rolled his face into Frank’s chest, tickling it with his breath. “Yeah. For tonight. Tomorrow, you’re gonna have to do it all over again.”
“Can’t wait.” Frank chuckled, closing his eyes, but when Ezra’s breath steadied after a while, he opened them again to take in the treasure in his arms. Ezra didn’t know it yet, but after tonight, all bets were off.
Frank would fight to keep him.
Chapter 14
Ezra
Ezrabarelyrememberedsleepingas well as he had last night. Usually, he’d wake up and then doze off again many times to get ten hours of sleep. This morning, he came to with Frank’s firm, warm body pressed to his back, and while he’d only rested for seven hours, his body buzzed with energy. Having sex with Frank last night put an end to the tension he’d lived with since his escape from Paul’s.
He liked getting up with a soreness in his thighs and a man’s scent clinging to his skin. It was a familiar ritual, which reassured Ezra that despite the upheaval in his life, some things stayed the same. He was still beautiful, charming, and desirable?lots of capital that he could use to his advantage. In this case, to make sure Frank stood by him when push came to shove.
It wasn’t the classic tit-for-tat, since Frank was a great guy, who seemed genuinely concerned about his wellbeing, and being with him had always been a pleasure, but he was still just a man, ruled by whatever was most comfortable and convenient at the time. It was Ezra’s job to make himself indispensable, but he sure as hell intended to enjoy the process.
He managed to slide out of Frank's embrace without waking up the giant, and he ended up in the kitchen, making breakfast.
By the time Frank got out of the shower, he was flipping the first batch of pancakes made with the mix Ros had given him. They were reduced in sugar, but Ezra still intended to build his own breakfast around the eggs and canned tomatoes.
“Coffee’s ready,” he informed as the floor squeaked under Frank’s weight.
Frank wore only his jeans, accessorized with the belt Ezra had given him for his birthday. The cool shade of the brown leather went so well with the expanse of powerful muscle that made up Frank’s chest. Dark hair created a path for Ezra’s gaze, and he found himself grinning, in need of brushing some of it in place close to Frank’s left nipple. Ezra kept himself mostly smooth, but he had a thing for body hair on other men and loved to feel it against his own skin.
Frank met his gaze with a smile. “That smells amazing,” he said, and petted Ezra’s back. Leaning into the touch was the most natural thing to do.
Ezra rubbed the back of his head against Frank's chest and grinned at him, smelling the fresh shower gel and the clean musk of his body. Frank’s skin was a gorgeous tan shade, his brows pronounced and low over his eyes, giving him an air of nobility. Such a handsome man. How lucky was it that Ezra was stuck withhimof all people?
He gasped when big hands, which last night held him up with such ease, rested on his hips, claiming him in that protective way that put his heart at ease. This could be what every morning in the unforeseeable future would be like, and while this kind of domesticity felt comfortable, he wasn’t used to it. The only times he’d ever slept with the same man more than one night in a row was because that man had taken Ezra on a trip. Would this change things? Make time spent in his company seem less valuable to Frank due to its mundanity?
His heartbeat started rushing as Frank kissed his ear.
Hot, strong arms wrapped around his waist, as if to ease his worries. “I hope you don’t mind all the love bites. I might have gotten carried away last night. It’s your fault though. You unleash the beast in me.”
A tingling heat traveled from Ezra’s nape down his body, making him lean some of his weight on Frank as his legs weakened at the touch. Oh, he’d seen all the bruises and marks left on him last night. In any normal situation, he’d have been livid, no matter how good the sucking and biting had felt in the moment, because it would bother his other clients if he charged them for anything but perfection. But there was no one here to police the red marks on Ezra’s flesh, so he shook his head and put the pancakes on the plate before pouring more of the batter into the hot pan.
The oil sizzled like his brain had when he’d gotten his hands on Frank last night. Ezra had gotten used to a degree of power over the men he slept with, and not having it when Frank was his only lifeline left him feeling as if the floor under his feet was made of glass. Last night put him on solid ground again, but deep down he knew that wasn’t the only reason for his excitement. Something about this man made Ezra lose his mind a little bit, like that time he’d decided to skip condoms for no good reason, because it was to be their final meeting and he felt regretful over it. Or when he’d forgotten about them again last night, and let Frank bite him all over, braving the discomfort of being penetrated almost too fast because heneededto have the big cock inside him so badly.
