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 stroked Ezra’s sides in amazement, melting into the kiss and fucking Ezra’s fist with no shame. Not everyone gave good hand jobs, but Ezra? He was a master. His fingers were so smooth and pampered, his gestures so in tune with Frank’s needs. But then his hand was gone, and Ezra climbed Frank like a monkey, his gaze intense as he reached back to keep the hard dick at the correct angle.
“You missed this, big man, didn’t you?” he rasped when Frank shivered, overwhelmed by the sensation of Ezra’s buttocks rubbing against his cockhead.
“Fuck yes.”
The room shrank to just the bubble around them, and everything but the need within Frank ceased to matter. The need to pleasure Ezra. To possess him, to connect with him, to be inside him.
To fuck him.
He’d devour him whole and not leave a single crumb if he could.
Frank grabbed his ass and spread his buttocks for better access when he slid lower on the sofa and arched his hips up so his cockhead pressed against the hot pucker.
Ezra’s hold on his dick tightened, and then he sank down, closing his eyes when his scorching body let Frank inside. It felt like entering heaven through the main gate. No one ever made Frank feel this intensely, so he kept his gaze on Ezra as his features tightened, as he clenched his teeth and gasped in response to the intrusion.
Just days ago, Frank thought he’d never have this again, and now here he was⸺not only holding Ezra, but also so clearly desired by him. Bliss swirled in his head as he pulled Ezra in for another kiss, rocking his hips until his cock was balls-deep in the tight channel of muscles.
There was something so primal in his dick being accepted inside another person’s body. The connection went beyond words and expressed itself in moans and gasps. In the way he could feel Ezra’s shiver all the way to his cock, or in how Ezra’s nails penetrated the skin of Frank’s back deeper than ever before.
This time, Ezra reached for what he wanted, no longer bound by an agreement specifying their roles. He no longer needed to hold back and for once, showed Frank his true self. It was exhilarating.
Beautiful.
Frank let go of everything that held him back too, and this gorgeous young man, of whom Frank often felt so unworthy, accepted him with a growing smile.
“Frank… oh yes,” Ezra mumbled, rocking back and forth while he got used to the thick presence inside him. His cheeks were so smooth, so lovely Frank dove in to kiss one, and the sweet body on top of him leaned in with a soft moan. “This is so good. So good.”
“I love being inside you,” Frank whispered into Ezra’s lips, no longer holding back either.
His hands couldn’t get enough of the hot, pliant body, and he thrust his hips faster, pushing deeper into that slick, tight hole. He trailed his kisses down to Ezra’s neck, and yes, bit in. Sucked. Then bit again. Because marking Ezra was what he needed. There would be no other man to find offense in hickeys on Ezra's neck.
There would be no other man, period.
Ezra shook in his arms, holding on while they moved together, his legs working hard to carry him up and down Frank’s shaft. His hands trembled as they traveled over the planes of Frank’s back, over his shoulders, the back of his head, gently caressing flesh that was so rarely appreciated before they’d met. His breath turned shallow, its sound washing over Frank like warm waves on a tropical beach until the edges of his mind blurred, and he let go, listening to Ezra’s heartbeat.
They moved like rapid waves during a storm, clutching at each other as Ezra impaled himself on him while Frank thrust up, wanting to mark him everywhere, even under the skin. They were in perfect harmony, and Frank stopped overthinking things, allowing his body to do what felt natural. He squeezed, stroked, licked, bit, kissed until Ezra’s moans turned into howls, and he rocked his hard dick against Frank’s stomach.
Frank came, holding Ezra’s hips to stuff his dick in a few more times, and make sure his seed was planted deep. He could barely breathe by the time his balls emptied, his brain a hazy mess of arousal.
Ezra whimpered, and his lips soon found Frank’s forehead, rubbing against it before he trailed soft, teasing kisses all over heated skin. Each touch was like a promise, and Frank longed to see where they might lead, regardless of the danger to his heart.
“Frankie,” Ezra whispered and pulled Frank’s face to his fragrant chest. The heartbeat echoing from beyond the breastbone was firm, hurried, still very urgent, and as Ezra’s hard dick leaked pre-cum onto his own stomach, it fired up Frank’s brain.