Page 90 of Grind
“Please. I keep forgetting how annoying this cast is,” he said with a small smile, prompting Frank to unbutton his top and then peel the smooth, cooling fabric off him while carefully handling the arm and sling.
“Healing well, I hope?” Frank asked and kissed Ezra’s nape, but he wasn’t about to waste time and unbuttoned Ezra’s pants at the same time. The way fabric pressed against Ezra’s cock had his head spinning, and he leaned into Frank, ready to whet his appetite by pressing their mouths together.
“Can’t wait to be fully healed so I can kiss you. And then put my lips around your cock, teasing you all evening.”
Frank exhaled as he pulled down Ezra’s pants and underwear at an agonizing pace. “But only once it’s no longer tender. Though it painsmeto say that. You give the most amazing head.”
Ezra grinned as his chest lit up with giddiness. “Oh, I know. You just wait, and I’ll reward you,” he said and winked at Frank above his shoulder before reaching back, between Frank’s legs.
“No, baby. I want this evening to be all about you.” Frank chuckled and nudged the hand away. “That’s my pleasure, though. Taking care of you, making you come, feeling you trust me.”
Frank grabbed Ezra by the waist and sat his naked ass on the wooden table. He gave Ezra’s lips one more kiss before scooting down to remove Ezra’s shoes.
It made Ezra feel both like a prince being undressed by his servant, and a celebratory meal being prepared for devouring. Once Frank took off every last item of Ezra’s clothing, he pulled off his own T-shirt right in front of Ezra.
And what a sight it was. Every hair on Frank’s chest, every ridge of muscle called out for his hands. He wanted to smash that damn cast on his arm just so he could use both of his palms.
Without thinking, Ezra reached out for Frank, his gaze descending his strong form until it stopped on the bulge at the front of his pants. “That looks uncomfortable,” he said in a breathy voice.
“I’ll live,” Frank said, but did pop one of the buttons of his jeans open. “I need to get you ready.”
A shiver went down Ezra’s spine when Frank opened the box filled with toys and bondage gear. Arousal made his face bloom with heat, and the excitement of not knowing what was to come gave Ezra an unexpected thrill. He hadn’t been very thorough in inspecting the box all those weeks ago, but now he wanted to try out everything it contained and see Frank’s eyes shine with lust.
Ezra’s thoughts floated to the last time Frank’s thick fingers had teased him open, and he spread his thighs, trying to calm down as his cock demanded attention, hard as steel. “Yes, please.”
Frank’s gaze scraped over Ezra, from his face to his dick. “I know exactly how I want you.”
He pulled out a set of leather straps and guided Ezra through the process of putting on what turned out to be a chest harness with several D-rings. Ezra’s breath sped up at not knowing where this would go, but when Frank wrapped his arms around Ezra’s waist to close the straps at the back, he was overcome by a sense of calm, as if he’d been dropped into a dark pool filled with water as warm as his own body. He could lose himself in Frank’s fresh, soapy scent, and he took the opportunity to kiss Frank’s shoulder.
There he was, happily allowing a man to restrain him without a single worry.
When did that happen?
When did one man take such complete ownership of him? And since when did he not mind?
The straps locking the harness around him were somewhat loose, to avoid compressing his chest, but when Frank tugged on the leather, the odd sense of weightlessness made Ezra’s mind fly.
“What do you like about this?” he asked when Frank put a cuff on his cast and used it to strap his healing arm to the harness.
Frank smirked as he moved on to closing leather straps on Ezra’s thighs, right above the knees. “I like knowing you trust me enough to let me do this. That you believe me when I say that I’ll give you the pleasure you need and won’t fight me about it. That I get access to your beautiful body in whatever way I like. That you trust I’ll let you go if you ask, but also that you won’t ask, because you know I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Frank spoke with confidence as he splayed his hand on Ezra’s chest and pushed him down to the table without using much force. Something about the steadiness behind that movement made the butterflies in Ezra’s stomach spin rapidly, but he didn’t fight gravity and rested on the table, taking in Frank almost as if he were seeing him for the first time.
He’d always considered Frank handsome, with his strong, masculine features, thick dark hair, and eyes deep like secret passages leading to mysteries Ezra was desperate to uncover. “There was this boy, a bully, who’d always hold me down, and while I was always afraid it might spin out of control, a part of me liked it. The way he was hot against me. The way he touched me more than anyone else in my life. That’s when I started having fantasies of it turning into more,” Ezra said breathlessly, as he recalled discovering his first sexual feelings and immediately knowing he was not like most boys. “Do you remember when you knew you wanted this?” he asked, making the metal rings clink.
Frank hummed, circling the table with a little smirk. He grabbed Ezra’s wrist and pulled it all the way to the corner. There was a certain finality to the way he attached the cuff on Ezra’s wrist to one Frank wrapped around the table’s leg.
He then proceeded to pick up the glasses and dishes, as if Ezra wasn’t there, naked, hard, and desperate for more.
“I had a lover who was into being overpowered. He was a tiny thing, but needy and horny. One night he was scratching my back so much, and I just wanted to fuck him in peace.” Frank chuckled as he set a plate on the kitchen counter. “So I grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. The way he looked at me when I did that and instantly calmed down. Mmm… It was as if I lit a fire in his eyes. He completely lost it, came like never before, and I knew I wanted more. I wanted to give it to him, but be in charge of his pleasure. He’d come onmyterms. But it was only fun because he liked it.” Frank came back to the cleared table and met Ezra’s gaze from above. “I wantyouto like it. Tell me if at some point you don’t. I want to see you horny, red-faced, and your dick rock hard with arousal.”
At this rate, Frank might not even need to touch Ezra, because just hearing him say such dirty things had his heart beating faster and his skin burning. The fears that had kept him from letting Frank do this to him earlier were gone like a drawing in the sand blown away by the breeze. “Then come here.”
“And you know what else I like?” Frank teased as he walked his fingers down Ezra’s arm, all the way to his chest, until he pinched his nipple. “That you don’t get to decide. You get to experience.”
And what anexperienceit was to view Frank from his perspective. His size made Ezra feel so small in comparison. Frank was such an impressive man, like a noble warrior who’d always stand guard at Ezra’s side. It only made sense to give him whatever he needed.
“That’s so cruel,” Ezra complained, tensing his thighs to slowly fuck the air with his rigid dick. But he wasn’t sorry, or worried, or truly impatient. There was excitement in being at Frank’s mercy and provoking him.
