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)
Ezra must have been thinking the same thing, because he leaned closer and captured one of the screws attached to Frank’s heavy necklace. “Is there anything in particular you’re interested in? Anything I should know about?”
Just the proximity of this heavenly creature was scrambling Frank’s brain. “Can I tie you up?” he asked, instantly regretting that he didn’t inquire about something normal first. But he was far too eager, since the last time he had a partner who enjoyed bondage had been years ago.
Ezra shook his head right away. “No. But I can hold my hands still, if you’d like,” he said, tugging at the heavy necklace as he played with its parts, hypnotizing Frank and making him lean closer. “As for my rules, we use condoms, and you can’t leave any marks on my skin.”
“I’m not into anything crazy,” Frank said quickly, because he didn't want to spook this guy, whether he was an escort or not. “May I kiss you?”
His dick was rock-hard already, and he couldn’t wait to make Ezra’s just as stiff. If they were to spend the night together, he wouldn't let uncertainty stop him. He slid his hand up Ezra’s thigh, teasing his package with his knuckles.
Was that a soft sigh that escaped those perfect lips?
Frank still had it.
“You may,” Ezra whispered and leaned in so close their noses almost touched. He did leave the final step to Frank, perfectly submissive despite the obvious confidence he carried himself with. His breath smelled of mint, beckoning Frank to seal the deal.
Nothing outside this room existed when Frank crossed that last inch and pressed his lips to those soft, warm pillows. Ezra seemed to instinctively allow Frank to lead the way, but as Frank leaned in, he didn’t shy away from wrapping his arms around Frank’s neck. The embrace sent bubbles of pleasure to Frank’s head, making him buzz with excitement. He didn’t even care that Paul was in any way involved in this. What mattered was that he was allowed to slide his hand into Ezra’s open shirt. The silk might be fine and smooth, but nothing compared to the warmth of the flesh it covered.
Frank let out a raspy growl and pushed Ezra back until they hit the back of the sofa. Ezra spread his legs in invitation, as if he already wanted to close Frank between them but before the excitement could have become unbearable, Ezra turned his face away, breaking the kiss. He had the most gorgeous flush on his cheeks.
“Take a shower, and I’ll get everything ready,” he said before pressing his lips to Frank’s jaw, as if apologizing for spoiling his fun.
Frank could still taste that delicious tongue as he stood, adjusting his stiff dick. All he could think of was Ezra’s legs spreading for him. “And do I then… dress, or…?”
Ezra took both the glasses and rose, leading the way past the entrance and toward two more doors, one of which already had the lights on, revealing itself to be Frank’s destination. “There’s a robe on the hanger, but you may come to the bedroom however you like. I’ll see you soon, Frank, okay?” he asked and pressed his lips to Frank’s shoulder, since he couldn’t reach his face despite not being a short man himself.
A giddy feeling simmered in Frank’s chest at the gesture, even though he knew the kiss was part of Ezra’s service. So maybe it was nice to feel appreciated. Couldn’t he enjoy the fantasy on his birthday? The sex might be paid for, but it would be real. He’d get his hands on Ezra, caress him, and give him so much pleasure it would overshadow all his past lovers.
He frowned when a sharp thought lodged itself in his brain, refusing to disappear. “You’re not straight, are you? You’d be paid for the evening either way, but I don’t want—”
“I’m not straight, Frank,” Ezra said, toeing off one loafer without taking his eyes off Frank. “And I rather like what I’m seeing, so hurry up with that shower. Should I be naked when you come out?” he asked and twirled to show off his clothed form.
Frank was forty. His heart shouldn’t be skipping a beat at a compliment, but it did, and no one needed to know. Maybe deep down this was the real reason he stayed away from hooking up? He was afraid he’d lose his head for some pretty boy and have to face the inevitable rejection once his hypothetical lover got a whiff of the shady business happening at the junkyard. But here? There was no judgment here, because this would be clean fun, with no possibility of emotional attachment.
He smiled at Ezra with his hair bristling in arousal. “Stay like that. I want to undress you.”
It got him a wink that somehow made the long-dead butterflies in Frank’s stomach come to life, so he quickly hid in the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the big mirror shaped like dripping liquid.