Page 66 of Grind
But Ezra wanted, no,neededmore than gentleness. His skin was on fire, and he rose as soon as he swallowed everything Frank had for him. He didn’t care how he came, but he needed it now.
“Please, Frank…”
Frank’s gaze was hazy as he pulled Ezra up to the sofa, where he had Ezra kneel with his legs spread over Frank’s lap. Ezra’s head spun when Frank slid lower in the seat and grabbed Ezra’s ass to pull him closer. Then his mouth took in Ezra’s cock, sucking him with so much fervor, Ezra had to grab the back of the sofa to steady himself.
His skin felt too tight for his body, and he moaned, staring down at the dark flush blooming on his lover’s tan features. Frank’s hair, always so tidily pleated into a braid, now looked frizzy from rubbing against the cushions. His wide lips stretched around Ezra’s cock, moving up and down the saliva-slickened shaft in a hypnotizing rhythm that was quickly bringing Ezra to a new high.
He wouldn’t last long.
Frank didn’t take him all the way, but that was hardly needed when his tongue was so skilled and his mouth provided all the friction Ezra could dream of. Frank rubbed his forehead against Ezra’s stomach, the gesture so hot it sent sparks down Ezra’s spine, but it was fingers pulling his buttocks apart then teasing his hole that sent him over the edge.
He threw his head back, gasping for air as pleasure coursed through him with the force of wild rapids. His buttocks tightened on the teasing fingers as he came down Frank’s tongue.
For once, his brain was empty of any intrusive thoughts about the past or future.
Pumped out, he limply hung off the backrest, still wrapped in the strong arms as Frank pulled himself back up.
Frank chuckled. “My pleasure. I love when you lose control.” He tightened his grip on Ezra, locking him in a sweaty embrace.
“Youmake me do that.” Ezra nuzzled the side of Frank’s face and put his arms around the thick neck. He was ready for a little nap.
Frank’s heart beat against him fast, and Ezra put his hand over his man’s chest, imagining that it thudded like thatfor him. That he was special, not just a pretty thing who gave good head.
They hugged for a long time, and neither of them said anything. A strange sense of calm washed over Ezra when he removed his T-shirt and rested on Frank half-naked. He was at peace, as if this man and his home in the scrapyard were trulyenoughto ensure Ezra’s happiness.
But at some point, Frank extended his arm to the duffel bag on the floor and pulled out Ezra’s client notebook.
“Can we talk?” he asked, making Ezra’s blood freeze.
Chapter 20
Ezra
ThenotebookinFrank’shand had been a friend of Ezra’s since he’d first started working as an escort. Its corners were worn from frequent use, and the spine had wrinkles, which somehow always reminded Ezra of the fact that he too would eventually age, and that his fortune needed to be made in the present.
But right now, the bundle of paper was like a grenade that might explode at any second.
Frank hugged him though, as warm as he’d been before he pulled out the notebook. “We found it when retrieving your photos, and I never really asked about the other guys you were seeing—”
A ball of lead weighed down Ezra’s insides, but he couldn’t keep in the question knocking on the inside of his skull. “You read it?”
The prolonged silence made him want to hide under a blanket and never leave.
“It… it opened on the ribbon-marked page, so yeah, I took a peek but didn’t read anything else. I don’t mind being a sweet, thick pancake, as long as you’re the one eating it.” Frank was trying to lighten the mood, which had to be a good sign.
Still, Ezra’s mind remained clouded, and the insecurities unlocked by Shane’s opinion about his lifestyle kept him on edge. Frank had never been violent, mean, nor insincere, but most men would rather not hear about their partner’s conquests, especially not in clinical detail. That notebook held many secrets, and seeing it now made Ezra feel shame over the possibility of Frank knowing them all.
Maybe he shouldn’t. He chose his life path knowing all—well, most—pros and cons. A part of him had done it to spite his parents and to no longer be dependent on them, but he had been at peace with it, even when the client was a bore or not at all Ezra’s type. But the feelings he’d developed for Frank made him doubt himself.
For so many years, he’d managed to keep focused on long-term goals and steer clear of romance. Now the walls he’d firmly kept in place had cracked, and he felt as if he’d been dropped at swimming distance between two islands but would drown out of sheer indecisiveness.
Words felt like wood chips in his dry mouth, but he spoke nevertheless. “It’s just… private notes.”
Frank slid his hand up Ezra’s spine, then all the way to his hair. “That’s okay, but it did force me to think that maybe we both are avoiding some topics that need to be discussed.” His voice was soft as velvet, as if to cushion the blows to come, yet it only succeeded at making Ezra feel like he was being smothered instead of stabbed.
He looked away, suddenly aware of his nakedness. Was this a conversation they ought to have without their pants on? What if one of them wanted to run?
But Frank kept stroking him, as if Ezra were a wild animal caught in snares and needed to be calmed.
