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)
The man he saw there might be strong, athletic, and handsome enough, but he didn’t have the looks to match Ezra’s. Then again, neither did Paul. Or... anyone Frank knew, maybe with the exception of Shane’s boyfriend, Ros. He wasn’t used to feeling self-conscious, but faced with such beauty, he couldn’t help but compare himself to this man who seemed way out of any regular human’s league. Still, even if Ezra was not entirely honest about his attraction to Frank, he was happy to have him here, and whatever Frank didn’t get from Mother Nature he could make up for with his actions.
Shedding his doubts, he stepped under the hot rain shower and gave his hard dick a gentle squeeze, wondering if he’d get to have sex with Ezra more than once tonight. Would Ezra want to?
But such thoughts were pointless, so he shut off the water, dried himself and stared at his reflection again. The glass fogged up, but seeing himself bare, with thick arms and chest on show, with the dark body hair glinting with moisture did boost Frank’s confidence. Especially since he was both long and thick everywhere.
He left the bathroom without further ado, entering through the other door. The bedroom was almost as large as the living room, tastefully decorated in the same luxurious yet not overly opulent style. At its center was a superking bed with a plush headboard, illuminated with small lamps providing just enough light for Frank to see every detail.
Ezra pulled the curtains shut, watching him from the other side of the room, and Frank did not miss the way his gaze strayed to the cock standing proudly between Frank’s legs.
“You’re a very impressive man.”
Frank spread his arms with a smirk. “You sure you can handle it?” he said and approached his pretty butterfly, excited to pin him down. He wouldn’t have described Ezra as small. Ros was definitely skinnier, and Dex was shorter, but the elegant way in which Ezra carried himself, the manicured fingers, the pampered face made him seem more breakable. And therefore more precious.
“I can always die trying,” Ezra said with a pretty grin, taking a cautious step closer to Frank, as if he wanted to feel out what was expected of him.
Frank snorted, not bothered that he was naked next to a dressed Ezra. “Handsome and witty! I’m getting my money’s worth. Or rather, Paul’s.” He leaned forward, grabbed Ezra by the thighs, and lifted him over one shoulder. Yep. Still had it. Lugging dead bodies did wonders to a man’s physique. He playfully slapped Ezra’s ass as he carried him to bed.
Ezra laughed and put his arms around Frank’s midsection, burying his face in the skin of his back. “What do you do for a living that you can lift me this easily?”
“Ah, some building jobs,” close enough, “dirty, tiring, but they keep me fit at forty. Not to boast, but I have won a Strongman competition or two.” Frank had to bite back a smile as he set Ezra down on the edge of the mattress.
He’d hooked up with a guy a few months ago, but that had been just a quick blowjob that took the edge off. Ezra might have been paid for his time, but the air between them was alight with lusty sparks. It wasn’t some magical connection of hearts, but Frank was at peace knowing this night would be only about pleasure. A clear-cut situation he didn’t need to overthink.
As much as he wanted to make his partner feel good, there were no expectations he needed to fulfill. This was a night for him to enjoy, so he pushed his nose into Ezra’s soft hair, smelling his shampoo.
“Strongman competitions? That explains why you’re built like you’re about to play a giant in the next big fantasy show,” Ezra whispered, squeezing Frank’s pec as if he couldn’t believe its size. “I bet you dress up as the Minotaur for Halloween, rounding up all the prettiest boys.”
Frank chuckled, relaxing into the compliments. He got them sometimes, but they were never this creative. “Only one making me horny at the moment. Hm? Too cheesy?” he asked when Ezra snort-laughed. The sound he made was so cute Frank didn’t even rush to undress him and instead tickled him under the ribs, successfully eliciting it again.
“Never too early for the dad jokes, Mr. Forty,” Ezra chuckled, opening his thighs in invitation. His plump lips were right there, like two pieces of a plum Frank could suck on forever without them ever losing their sweet flavor.
“I don’t have kids, dumbass. I’m super gay.” He dove in for a kiss as he let his hands open the only button of Ezra’s shirt. He would gorge on this boy all night, and the stupid jokes only put him more at ease, as they made Ezra more human, and less of an untouchable beauty.