Page 91 of Grind
They had time. They understood each other. Frank wanted him.
“Just a little. But pain isn’t my thing, so I won’t spank you,” Frank said as he circled the table, sliding his fingers over Ezra’s tense stomach and taking them away just when it seemed he was about to touch his shaft.
He stood between Ezra’s legs and spread them in one decisive move.
Fire sparked from under his rough palms and trailed up the inner sides of Ezra’s thighs before twisting around his groin. His insides felt empty, his hole—sensitive, and as he looked down at Frank’s unbuttoned jeans, all he wanted was to feel his hard dick against skin. To smell it. Taste it. Have it inside him.
“Yes…”
Though right now, he would have let Frank spank him. Maybe nottoohard, but he would if Frank told him it was part of the experience.
Instead of pulling his pants down and showing off that monster of a dick, Frank took his time again. He lifted Ezra’s leg and clipped a carabiner hook above Ezra’s knee to a ring at the bottom of the chest harness.
Air was stuck in Ezra’s lungs when Frank teased the slit on his dick with the tip of his finger, but then proceeded to lock Ezra’s other leg in the same position, which left Ezra so open, so available, ready for the taking.
Frank slid his hands under Ezra’s hips to lift them a little, then spat at the exposed hole.
“I’m about to have so much fun with you…” Frank murmured and used two fingers to spread the saliva over Ezra’s needy pucker. The touch was so intense the rest of Ezra’s body felt numb, which left his mind focused solely on the ticklish sensation while the need inside grew, overpowering everything else.
“I want to be your plaything,” Ezra whispered, jerking his hips to ask for more, but Frank wouldn’t give him anything beyond what he’d already planned.
“Mine to touch, knead, pinch, and… suck on.” Frank squeezed his ass with one hand, while the other made its way to Ezra’s dick. He bent forward and licked the cockhead with a flattened tongue. “Mine to fuck when I feel like it?” he teased with a devilish smile.
Even Ezra’s feet shook when Frank’s thumb rubbed the underside of his cockhead. The sensation it produced was almost too intense, but when the leather straps prevented him from reaching down, there was a strange comfort in not being able to. In trusting Frank with his body and not having to worry about a thing. “Jesus, yes,” he whimpered, trying to get the tip of Frank’s digit inside him, to no avail. “I missed you so damn much. I want you to fuck me until we break this table.”
Even the air felt like a physical presence, making his nipples pucker while Frank teased him with touch that was way too gentle to push things forward yet tormented him to a point where he shamelessly arched his exposed body, seeking more.
“Oh, I missed you too. You’ve got no idea how much I needed to taste you again,” Frank said and wrapped his lips around Ezra’s throbbing cockhead.
Only now was Ezra beginning to appreciate the wickedness of being disempowered like this. He couldn’t push on Frank’s head, or press his foot into Frank’s back to make him take his cock deeper. And yet instead of frustrating him, this new reality allowed him to just enjoy Frank’s touch without doubting himself.
Frank must have gotten the lube as he was putting away the dishes, because as he sucked Ezra’s dick, a slippery finger rolled against Ezra’s hole. The sudden contact had Ezra going rigid with anticipation, and he twisted his body, melting into the touch.
“Fuck. Yes. Push it in me. Please. Frank.”
Frank hummed, his tongue and lips vibrating around Ezra’s cock.
It felt so fucking good to have sex again. He’d been so hungry for it that the wait bordered on too much, but he could get Frank to fuck him hard and fast another time. If Frank needed to play with him slowly, Ezra was ready to let him.
The thick finger drilled into him without warning, and Ezra arched on the table, shivering when his hot, burly prince sucked him harder. This wastheirhome, and with no neighbors to overhear his moans, he let out a choked howl, spreading his thighs wider.
It’s been so long since Ezra felt anything close to this that his body trembled under Frank’s caresses, greedy to come again and again. “I… uh—needed you so much I used one of your toys while thinking of you,” he muttered, glancing to the flushed face between his legs.
Frank’s fingers dug into his thigh, holding it in place while he looked up, hollowing his cheeks around the saliva-slickened cock.
“You did what?” He straightened up, leaving Ezra’s stiff dick to helplessly twitch on his stomach, in need of attention. “Tell me about it.”
He pulled his finger away, and Ezra wiggled on the table, desperate to be filled again. It was like being lit up from the inside, and the only way to survive the growing heat was to... well, be fucked. Ezra’s brain was a mess of short-circuiting cables, so he could no longer think in metaphors. He needed Frank’s thick, rigid tool inside him. Right. The fuck. Now.
“I used the red dildo. Rubbed it against my hole, inserting just the tip at first, and I did it under that stupid weighted blanket, because I wanted you on top of me, and now I want you so damn much.”
“You will have to show me some time,” Frank said with a chuckle, but instead of pushing his cock inside Ezra, he circled the table again and picked up something from the box.
He had to be just as desperate to fuck, considering he’d opened two more buttons of his jeans. But instead of going for it and leaving Ezra dripping and sated, he approached with a… sleeping mask?
No.
A blindfold.
