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)
“Super gay, really?” Ezra asked, opening his eyes wide, as if he were surprised. “What does that entail?” He was getting bolder with his touch and petted Frank’s hair before massaging his scalp with his fingertips.
“Never been with a woman. Never even been curious. These are the only titties I’m interested in,” Frank said and lowered his lips to one of Ezra’s nipples, which had already perked up and was sweet as a piece of pink candy. “I also love giving head,” he murmured against the fragrant skin.
Ezra arched under him, gasping as he squeezed Frank’s arms. “Ooh... and you top or—”
It sounded as if his professional mask slipped for a moment, and it made Frank smile. He could sense Ezra relaxing in his presence, and their flirting was sparking fires under his skin.
“Oh, I top. I just like to give pleasure. If you let me, I’ll make you squirm. Turns me on so much to see a guy lose control. So don’t be shy in telling me what works for you, ‘cause that’s what I want, that’s what makes my dick hard.” Frank pressed his cheek between the pecs just to enjoy the sound of Ezra’s heart beating faster. They were definitely getting somewhere.
“I like the sound of that. And that you’re so big and can move me around so easily,” Ezra whispered, letting his hands roam over Frank’s back. It felt as if he wanted to learn its texture by heart as Frank smelled the peppery fragrance on his body.
Frank took his time running his hands up and down Ezra’s sides. He was mostly smooth, but there was a treasure trail going down from his navel that Frank couldn’t wait to explore all that awaited him where it ended. There was always an element of discovery with a new dick. Would it be big? Small? Curved? He couldn’t wait to suck it and feel Ezra stiffen with pleasure.
In sex, he took his time and expressed a side of himself he usually kept hidden, because in real life, he needed to get shit done, and being soft about it got a man nowhere. But in bed, especially with a man like Ezra, in a place as safe as this room, he could let the walls come down. Even if in some fucked up scenario Paul planted cameras somewhere, what would the point of those be? Frank was out and had no shame about fucking.
He dismissed the intrusive thought as his brain playing mind games with him when he had all this beauty in front of him to cherish and enjoy.
“I’m more than happy to manhandle you a little,” he said with a smile as he opened Ezra’s belt. “But I don’t like force.” Bondage was about something else for him. About his partner giving up control and leaving the choice of pleasure up to Frank.
But not every kind of sex had to happen with every partner.
His new lover gave the sweetest sigh as his hard cock rubbed Frank’s hand through the fabric. Amber eyes captured Frank’s brown ones, and in a moment of excitement so high everything beyond their immediate surroundings ceased to exist, Ezra’s voice sounded loud as thunder. “I can be your plaything. Pleasure me.”
He tuned into Frank’s needs and understood them. It filled Frank with both excitement and relief. Tonight, he’d have his birthday cake and eat it, no fucking coupons required. He pulled Ezra’s pants down along with his underwear without teasing him much longer. They’d be coming more than once tonight anyway.
As Frank dragged Ezra’s pants to his ankles, his eyes went straight for his prize, and he was thrilled to find Ezra’s cock hard and arching up to meet his lips.
Rising from a bed of trimmed hair, it was symmetrical, like the rest of him, and perfectly in proportion to his body. Frank was starting to wonder if this wasn’t all a dream, but when Ezra leaned in and captured Frank’s lips, teasing them with his minty tongue, it became clear that even the best of dreams couldn’t possibly be this hot, this touchable. Now that they were close, he could sense the gentlest scrape of stubble where Ezra seemed perfectly smooth, and there was a scar on the right side of his abdomen. So he wasn’t a marble sculpture after all.
Frank had to give it to Paul that it would be hard to top a birthday gift like this.
“No condoms for head?” he whispered, teasing Ezra with his tongue hovering above the cockhead. Ah, the flush on those angular cheeks couldn’t be faked.
The dark lashes fluttered, revealing the eyes Frank itched to make ever less focused as this evening progressed. “Um... I’m on PrEP. Everything was clear when I got tested last week, so it’s up to you,” he rasped, but the drop of pre-cum rolling from the slit on his cock told Frank what his lover wanted. He was fully hard now, and the cherry-red tip of his dick looked like the tastiest of lollipops.