Page 65 of Grind
Frank wore his heart on his sleeve, and it had been clear from the start that he’d not only respect Ezra’s boundaries but also treat him like a person, not just a pretty thing to entertain him. Whatever happened, Frank would be there for him when it mattered, and the sense of belonging it created made Ezra’s heart beat faster. Was he really a sucker for wanting to stay here?
For once, Ezra didn’t want to abuse another man’s dedication for his gain. He just wanted to… be. With him.
“You smell so good,” Eza whispered to Frank, already sliding his hand between them, where Frank’s hard cock awaited him like a prize.
“You smell of strawberries and cotton washing powder. I love that. Smells like home,” Frank muttered into Ezra’s lips, holding him close as they shared air, sitting together in such bliss Ezra was starting to feel weightless in those strong arms.
You smell like home too, Ezra wanted to say, but words got stuck in his throat when he realized that would be a lie. Frank smelled like the kind of home Ezra never had. One not filled with screams, broken dishes, and bruises hidden with makeup.
He’d had his doubts before, but now he knew on some most primal level that Frank wouldneverabuse him in any way. That he was dedicated, safe, loyal to a fault. Like one of Shane’s Dobermans, he’d maul any threat to Ezra, but not hurt him.
His mother would have said he was stupid and weak-willed to trust a man with his heart. But then again, she’d married for money, and where did that get her?
“I’ll show you how you make me feel,” Ezra promised, sliding to his knees in front of Frank.
“I sure hope it’s horny,” Frank said, meeting his gaze as he unzipped his jeans.
A chuckle came from deep in Ezra’s chest as he kneaded the muscular legs. “For your dick? Always,” he murmured and leaned forward, beckoned by the musky scent of lust and the fresh zing of Frank’s shower gel.
Logical thinking left his head when Frank pulled his pants just low enough for Ezra to see his stiff cock. This was where he could lose himself. No talking about serious issues. Just Frank’s moans and his cum.
Ezra looked up while he rolled his tongue up the hot dick. Frank shivered, and his eyes briefly shut, as if he couldn’t handle the arousal pumping through his veins and throbbing against Ezra’s lips.
His hand was warm in Ezra’s hair, and its weight so encouraging Ezra went for it and downed that gorgeous monster while squeezing Frank’s thick thighs.
Lost in dick heaven, Ezra wrapped his fingers around the base of Frank’s cock. The intense scent of his arousal had his toes curling, and he arched his body so the fabric of his pants could put pressure on his own cock
“Your mouth is so damn warm and soft.” There was a flush on Frank’s face, and it brightened up a smug smile that made Ezra consider stopping just so he could climb his man and ride him.
Just thinking about it made him roll his ass and slide his free hand down to his own zipper.
“Don’t jerk off. I’ll take care of you off when you’re done,” Frank whispered, moving his hands along Ezra’s head to stroke his ears. “I love seeing that twitchy little face you make.”
Ezra shivered. He couldn’t wait to taste Frank’s cum. He wanted to make him lose his mind, but who was he lying to? By now, he was so addicted to Frank everything he did was very much self-serving.
“Oh, fuck. You’resucha good boy,” Frank rasped, enjoying the royal treatment Ezra was eager to give him with every lick.
Ezra’s blood was on fire, but he needed more and sucked on the hard shaft, teasing its lower half and Frank’s balls with his eager hands. The salt on his tongue made his mouth water, and he hummed, peeking at his lover.
Frank was magnificent. Reminiscent of a lion who knew he belonged at the top of the food chain. The sheer size of his pulsing dick made Ezra lightheaded, and as he pleasured him, trembling with desire, Frank’s grunts filled the living room.
Ezra was the one who did that to him.Hewas the source of Frank’s arousal and was so excited to make him come, he’d do it even if reciprocation wasn’t on the table.
He’d worked hard in the past to provide a good service, to be memorable, or see someone burn for him with a fervent lust, but he’d never before experienced this intense need to make another manhappy. Maybe it was pathetic, but he no longer cared about dignity.
Deep shivers ran all over his body when Frank’s thighs tensed, when his feet slid over the floor, and his hands became less gentle, prompting Ezra to work his shaft faster. Oh, how Ezra needed Frank’s cum rolling down his tongue.
He wanted every drop.
“Fuck, fuck… so good,” Frank moaned, shifting a bit lower on the couch as his grip on Ezra’s hair tightened. “Almost there, I’m gonna fill your mouth just the way you like.” He moved his hips up, and Ezra met him halfway, creating an inferno of heat that could end in only one way.
He knew he’d done it when Frank’s thighs pushed at his shoulders and his hand tightened in Ezra’s hair, keeping him down in a dominant gesture that had his own dick throbbing.
Then the hard dick pulsed between his tongue and palate, and he was reduced to a horny, cum-hungry mess while Frank voiced his pleasure in a series of stifled grunts.
“That’s it… All for you to swallow,” Frank muttered as Ezra caressed his throbbing dick with his lips, feeling it pulse inside him.
Frank loosened his grip on Ezra’s hair when he was done and just stroked it gently.
