Page 110 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Every touch was more intense. Fazil squirmed and whimpered, wanting more, but not sure if he could take another instant.
He wasn’t hard, but that didn’t matter. Everywhere burned with the need to be stroked again. Kissed. Touched.
“You’re gonna kill me.” His words were slurred.
“Nah. Just gonna give you the night of your life.”
His last one with Todd for who knew how long.
Todd’s weight shifted, rocking the bed. “Be right back.”
Condom and lube. “Want you inside me.”
“I’m glad.” Todd sank down. “Because I want that, too.”
“Good to be on the same page.” Too bad they couldn’tstayhere. He wanted Todd, but he wantedhome, too. That would come tomorrow. Tonight—he had Todd tonight.
When Todd pressed a finger against his hole, Fazil groaned. “Don’t need prep, just—fuck me.”
“Told you I wasn’t gonna do that.” Still he stopped fingering him. The bed rocked and Todd pressed his cock into him, stretching him wide.
Fire burned into his brain and he arched his back, gripped the headboard tighter. “God, yes!”
A chuckle. Todd hooked both of Fazil’s legs and lifted them. But rather than the pounding Fazil expected, Todd slid in slowly and deeply.
Sparks of heat flared across Fazil’s head and he whimpered.
“Love that sound.” He drew back and moved forward again. And again. Deep, languid, strong strokes.
Fazil moaned and whimpered and pleaded. It was too much and not enough. Each entry drove him crazy with the need to meet Todd, but the depth, the way he pressed against his sweet spot, left Fazil breathless with pleasure. His arms shook, both from the stretch of gripping the headboard and from the desire Todd drove into him with each lazy stroke.
Todd let go of his legs and leaned down. His mouth took Fazil’s and swallowed every groan and cry. Fazil fought those lips, even as he surrendered to them, their bodies moving as one, slow, hard, as if each movement might be the last.
Todd was air and life and there was no one else in the world. He’d die if he didn’t have more.
How long they made love, he didn’t know, only that each thrust, kiss, and bite was exactly that—Todd pouring his love into him. Fazil’s dick pressed against Todd’s belly, until Todd opened up space and took it in his hand.
Same slow movements, even more of an effect. Light and heat raced through Fazil, coiling tight inside him. His balls ached and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He didn’t want this to end—even as he knew it must.
Once more, he broke his hold on the headboard and buried his fingers in Todd’s hair. This time, Fazil pulled Todd into a kiss and swallowedhismoans. He thrust his tongue into Todd’s hot mouth, sucking and biting until Todd responded, picking up speed and strength until he was fucking Fazil hard.
Fazil broke the kiss and arched against Todd. “Oh, fuck!”
“God, Z.” Todd’s breathless voice scraped words out. “Can’t get enough.”
Neither could Fazil—though he tried, pushing back as Todd rammed forward, until he couldn’t tell their bodies or moans or breaths apart. Fire poured over Fazil until everything was bright and hot.
“Gonna...” He was gone, lost in pleasure and light that shattered and rained down into his body until he was trembling, coming, and biting Todd’s shoulder.
Todd’s rhythm broke. He gasped for air and buried himself in Fazil, pulling him closer as if they could merge into one being.
Nothing compared to this. Nothing. Fazil held on to every second, hoping it never ended.
But slowly, slowly, it did, resolving into breaths and weight and heavy lethargy.
Two heartbeats. Two bodies. Todd nuzzled the side of his neck. “Love you so much.”
The words were lightning, and he shuddered against them. “I know. I know. Todd, I...” But nothing came out from behind the rock wedged in his throat, the fear that gripped his heart.
“It’s okay, Z. When you’re ready.”
He’d never felt like this before, but he couldn’t get the words out. Hecouldn’t. So he folded his arms around Todd, let silent tears shake him to his core, and hoped beyond hope that Todd understood.
