Page 50 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Exactly what he’d wanted. Heknewhe should be careful what he wished for—but damn. Being fucked by the dildo was hot and wonderfully weird, and if he had a kink, it was that he loved being stretched wide. Even some of his girlfriends had gotten into that with him.
Something really hot about being drilled by a woman. A giant dragon cock and Todd? Even better.
When he stopped at the foot of Todd’s bed, warm fingers closed on the back of his neck. “Didn’t I say something about stripping?” Todd spoke low and his words slid down Fazil.
“You’re not the boss.” He kicked off his shoes and worked his belt and jeans open.
“True.” Todd patted Fazil’s ass. “Mr. Dragon is.”
Yeah, Mr. Dragon was. A pretty little red D20 had decided Fazil’s fate.
Todd chuckled, crossed the room, and rooted around in a dresser for a second. He tossed a bottle on the bed. Lube. Suitable for use with toys, the label said. Then he vanished into the bathroom with another bottle.
Fazil pushed his pants and underwear off and kicked them toward the nearest wall. His shirt and socks followed, landing on top of the pile. A few strokes sent lightning up his veins. He pressed his other hand against his belly. This was going to be good.
“Hey, now.” Todd sauntered back into the room. “No getting started without me. Besides, you’re missing this.” He held out the dildo.
That thing was a strange work of art. The head was thick and smooth and slitted, while the bulbous shaft was covered in molded scales. A thick ridge traced down the top—or what must have been the top if this were an anatomically correct dragon cock. Desperate to feel the texture on his tongue, Fazil stepped in, gripped Todd’s arm, and sucked the tip of the cock into his mouth.
It was colder against his tongue than he’d anticipated, probably from the cleaning Todd had given it, and it feltnothinglike a human cock. The girth forced his lips apart and he sucked down as much as he could. A bolt of heat sank into Fazil’s balls.
This would be inside him soon. He’d put it there.
Todd’s breath hitched. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Fazil eased off the toy. “Wait until you see it in my ass.”
Todd closed every inch of distance and kissed him, his tongue forcing past Fazil’s lips. He groaned when Todd’s jean-covered bulge pressed against his naked, hard cock.
Todd released him. “Get on the bed. Now.”
Somehow, he managed the short distance on legs made of jelly. He knelt, sending the bottle of lube rolling against his hands.
“Condom?” Todd slid his hand over Fazil’s ass, the touch lighting fire in Fazil’s blood.
“No.” He fought the desire to plant his shoulders on the mattress and beg Todd to fuck him, with or without the dildo. “I think au naturel.”
Todd held Mr. Dragon out. “Well, as natural as a rubber dragon dick gets.”
“Silicone.” He took the toy from Todd. Pretty thick, even at the head. Easy enough to mouth, but taking it in the ass was different. “I need to be on my back.” And that meant he could watch Todd’s reaction. “I’d prefer you naked, too, if you don’t mind.”
“Never with you.” Todd stripped off his shirt. All those years in the shop had helped build out that frame. Fazil grabbed the bottle of lube and enjoyed Todd pushing his pants and underwear down to reveal a trail of hair straight to his hard dick and impressive balls.
Once Todd kicked away his clothes, he stroked himself and raised an eyebrow. “Sure you know how to use that thing?”
Fazil set Mr. Dragon aside. “Prep first.” He slicked his fingers, laid back, spread himself, and slipped a finger into his hole. Fuck, did that feel good. He’d been squeamish about his ass as a teen. Now? Not at all.
Color rose up Todd’s chest. “Love watching you do that.”
“So I see.” Fazil added a finger and fucked himself with slow, even thrusts.
Todd bit his lip and fisted his cock to the same rhythm.
Fazil slid his fingers out. “Better not come, or you won’t be getting sucked off.”
“Hey, who’s the DM of this game?”
Fazil chuckled and grabbed Mr. Dragon. “Your happy little red die.” He lubed up the shaft. Slick with lube, the scales and bumps rubbed hard against his hand. Inside him? He could only imagine—but not for long. He lined up Mr. Dragon and pressed the head against his hole.
