Page 10 of Grind
Ezra squeezed the sheet, high on the sex hormones flooding his brain. Frank had a big dick, thick enough to cause a bit of discomfort even for someone as experienced as him, but there was a satisfaction in letting go in and feeling his insides mold to its shape. It turned him on that his body could do this—that it could open up to something as wide and long as that beautiful monster between Frank’s legs—and as the pain subsided, replaced by a satisfying tension, he glanced over his shoulder, eager to watch his lover.
He expected to see Frank focused on his dick driving into the warm body in front of him, but as soon as Ezra looked back, Frank caught his gaze. He smirked, face shiny with fresh sweat, and he didn’t even blink as he made the final thrust that had Ezra’s buttocks slapping against Frank’s pelvis. That last push had Ezra losing his breath as a cramp passed through his insides, but a moment of stillness made it pass and left him with the amazing sensation of fullness he craved so much.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d take it all,” Frank teased, squeezing Ezra above the hip bones. “You really are a treasure.”
A purr left Ezra’s mouth as he arched his back, still adjusting to the huge presence inside. It had been a while since he’d been with someone this big. “Please, I’m a professional,” he said and tightened all the muscles in his lower body.
This time it was Frank’s turn to lose a bit of control. He let out a surprised moan and moved both of his warm hands up and down Ezra’s back, as if he needed to unload the sudden tension by moving. “Fuck. That’s got to be the sweetest little hole my dick’s ever been in. Go on, fuck yourself on it.” He bit his lip, appearing dreamy when his eyelids drooped.
Ezra grinned, feeling playful, yet right now, he was too horny to tease Frank and stall. Their goals were aligned, and he slowly leaned forward, gasping when the thick girth passed through his sphincter on its way out. By the time he pushed back, taking it all the way in again, he could taste salt on his upper lip, but it wasn’t the end of his workout. Moving back and forth, he focused on the urgency developing deep inside him, on the burn in his opening, on the heat of Frank’s touch, but as he eased into it, the rocking motion quickened, until his body throbbed with pleasure that only kept growing.
He hadn’t noticed when he’d gotten erect again, but his dick ached between his legs, begging for touch. He didn’t hold in any moans and whimpers either, uttering them freely, because if Frank wanted a show, that was what he’d get.
“Oh yeah… It’s so thick,” he whined, rocking his hips ever faster, until the molten hot sensation inside became unbearable. “You ready to come yet?”
“Jesus Christ…” Frank muttered and stopped Ezra from moving by gripping his hips. The onslaught of thrusts that came next had Ezra grabbing the sheets, and his knees slid farther apart.
Frank had the stamina of an ox, and just as much strength.
“So good. I could just… fuck you like this… all night,” Frank huffed between one thrust and the next.
Ezra’s brain whispered that he’d be very sore tomorrow, if Frank got his wish, but every other bit of him screamedyes. “Why don’t you?” he teased, breathless as his hard cock brushed against the sheets to the rhythm of Frank’s thrusts. He licked his lips, tipping his head back to see Frank’s thick fingers digging into his hips, the flushed, hairy chest, the focused expression on his wide, masculine face. Naked and in his element, Frank looked like an ancient warrior enjoying the spoils of this lusty war. The long black braid hanging down his shoulder only reinforced the fantasy. As if he were a barbarian king claiming a lover with the full understanding that he had the right to their body.
“Because you’re gonna make me come too fast with that tight ass. I see what you’re doing. You think you can just play with me by clenching that hole and milking me as if you’re the one in charge...”
As if this really was a game of control, Frank pulled out, leaving Ezra panting and shocked. Before he could protest, Frank grabbed his knee and flipped him to his back.
“Fuck, yes,” Ezra rasped when Frank towered over him, already folding his legs up. “Will you show me who’s in charge now?” he asked, rubbing the big, sweat-slickened chest. There was something so raw about this man, as if he’d been thirsting for this for a long time and finally got his hands on the perfect piece of ass.
To be fair, Ezra didn’t spend so much time doing squats for nothing.
“Sure will,” Frank said but lowered himself for a gentle peck on Ezra’s lips. His brown eyes spoke volumes about the sense of wonder he felt in Ezra’s presence, and while Ezra knew his worth, the open admiration was still flattering and made him warm inside in ways very different than physical touch could.
Frank didn’t waste any more time. His eyes darkened with determination as he placed Ezra’s legs on his shoulders, and then he was back in.
Ezra trembled, overcome by the intense sensation when in this new position Frank penetrated him even deeper. His arms and chest were tense as he held himself up, but one hard thrust later, Frank was riding Ezra as if he’d never stopped.
His long braid fell down his shoulder and tickled Ezra’s skin as they moved, wiggling like a snake with every thrust that brought Ezra closer to bliss. He loved getting blowjobs, but nothing beat a good dicking, and that was precisely what he was currently getting.
It was areallygood dicking.
Gasping as Frank’s bulk folded him in two, Ezra rubbed his cockhead, unsure whether he wanted to stare at Frank’s abs flexing as he slammed his cock home, or at the stern, focused expression on the face above. A drop of sweat fell down Frank’s big nose and dropped to Ezra’s lips, making him shiver with anticipation. Most of the sex Ezra had was mediocre, average, even when he wasn’t on the clock, but with chemistry as fiery as the sparks exploding whenever their eyes met, he was unable to control himself. But maybe it didn’t matter if tonight he’d be a bit too sweaty, a bit too lewd, a bit too much. Tomorrow, Frank would be gone from his life, and he wanted to enjoy every minute of this ride.
“Yes. Like that. Hard,” he whimpered as his insides throbbed around the hard cock.
Frank’s intense gaze roamed all over Ezra alongside his hand as he pistoned into him at a frantic pace that made the wild cats tattooed on his chest come alive and roar. It was so damn good. So exciting. And real. And oh—Ezra shivered when Frank turned his head and kissed the side of Ezra’s knee.
“I want you to come first. I’m not resting until I feel your cum on my chin, and your needy ass clenching around my cock,” he growled like a tiger about to dig into his prey. But Ezra wanted to be consumed. Ripped apart and put back together.
He grinned, briefly hiding behind his forearm when the friction became almost too overwhelming. “Maybe I should edge you, huh?”
Frank snorted and leaned down to press his face under Ezra’s chin. “You can try, but I think your dick knows what it wants.” With those words, he slid his hand between their overheating bodies and grabbed Ezra’s cock in that massive paw of a hand. Its size didn’t make Ezra self-conscious. In a hand that big, any dick would seem smaller.
There was no room to ponder things so trivial though when Frank once more quickened his thrusts and pumped Ezra’s dick at the same pace. He licked Ezra’s sweaty neck and then scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin, as if he were about to bite. Ezra knew he’d told him not to, but in that moment he wanted to be covered with love bites.
But like the gentleman he clearly was under all the ink, Frank kissed him instead. “Go on, moan for me.”
Hadn’t Ezra been doing this the whole time? He wasn’t sure anymore, but at this point his mouth was parched, his chest tight, and his insides throbbing with pleasure. There was no point in holding back, so he relaxed, focusing on Frank’s rhythm. His hands moved up the firm torso, climbed the thick, stubbly neck, finally settling on the sides of Frank’s face. There was something magnetic in the meeting of their eyes, and as Frank rolled his thumb over Ezra’s cockhead, his entire body spasmed, releasing the built-up tension.
