Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
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.
He put the simple black mask over Ezra’s eyes and tied it at the side of his head, humming a giddy tune.
Ezra went frantic at first, and he must have seemed uncertain, because Frank stalled, holding his warm hand on Ezra’s chest, as if he wanted to steady him. How were his palms so dry when Ezra was so all over the place with arousal?
“Is that okay?”
The tension, which for a moment made Ezra’s body too rigid passed, and he took a deep breath, as if that question unwound all the knots in his muscles. “Yes.”
“I want you to only feel things, to get lost in what I have to give.”
Which sounded kinda romantic if it wasn’t for the context of what Frank wanted to give.
Frank pulled away, but Ezra knew he wouldn’t leave him hanging. He wouldn’t go out for a smoke, or take a photo of him in secret. Ezra was safe with Frank.
When Frank’s lips returned to their place on Ezra’s cock, he moaned and arched off the table. Frank stroked him wherever he could reach, his touch like warm waves crashing over Ezra while he remained in his own head, focused on pleasure.
The sucking became more intense, and Ezra started to enjoy not knowing where the next pinch or caress would come from. He smiled to himself when Frank’s fingers found their way to his nipple, but at the same time, something hard but flexible pushed at his hole without mercy.
Ezra’s brain froze for half a second, because he half-expected Frank’s cock, but that couldn’t be the case in this position.
A toy then. Slippery, smaller than a dick, it lodged itself inside Ezra’s overheating body with ease.
And then Frank switched on the vibrations, sending him flying off the table, desperate to fuck Frank’s mouth, especially when his lover moved the plug, making it press against Ezra’s prostate. It was delightful torture, but he didn’t protest, twisting on the tabletop in search of the hot lips. But Frank had no mercy for him and left his cock cooling in the air while he played, pulling on the small toy just enough to stretch the muscles of Ezra’s opening before pushing it all the way in again.
“Are you… do you not want to—” Ezra didn’t know what he was trying to ask anymore, overwhelmed by the constant stream of sensations that were simultaneously too gentle and too hard to make him come.
And to make matters yet more desperate, just as he could feel the orgasm approaching, Frank let go of the toy, leaving him on the verge of orgasm.
“You make the prettiest picture right now. Spread open, rocking your hips like you’ll be in agony unless I fuck you, drooling over the table like an animal in heat.”
Drooling? Had he drooled?
He hadn’t even noticed, but there had been a moment when he turned his head, panting and moaning as saliva pooled on his cheek.
“I don’t like being ugly,” Ezra complained, closing his legs, which hung in the air, strapped to his harness, yet weren’t in any way forced apart. Oh, the delicious pressure on his rigid cock made him feel like humping something. What was dignity anyway?
Frank let out a raspy laugh. “You’re not ugly. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and when you let go, it’s even more of a turn-on. But you do look overheated. Let’s deal with that.”
Yes. Let’s.
But as Ezra braced himself for Frank’s hot dick, his lover walked away. The soft pad of his footsteps was followed by the sound of… the fridge being opened?
Before Ezra could have questioned or guessed what this was about, his nipple was stabbed by a jolt of cold that had him trying to twist away. Frank licking his shoulder a second later made him melt into the table. “Is that… an ice cube?” he uttered as the little frosty object moved across his chest, leaving behind a wet trail.
“Yes. I want you to cool off a little, so you don’t come the moment I enter you.”
How was that supposed to help when the toy buzzed inside of him insistently, sending jolts of pleasure to his cock? He was overwhelmed by contradicting sensations, and when Frank moved the cube lower, kissing off the water it left behind, Ezra started feeling so confused he barely knew up from down anymore. Teeth found his nipple, scruff stabbed his skin like tiny needles while the bit of ice circled his navel and continued its journey, followed by Frank’s lips.
“Please. Please,” Ezra begged, locked in the dark and no longer fully coherent. He hated and loved this at the same time.