Page 90 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Chapter Nineteen
Todd hadn’t been kidding when he’d said they’d get an early start. The alarm went off at seven thirty and Fazil buried his head under the pillow.
Todd chuckled. “That’s not going to work.”
Damn straight it would, at least for a while. “Too early.”
A feather touch of fingers on his back sent shivers through Fazil. “Come on, sleepyhead. Up.”
He burrowed deeper.
Todd sighed, and suddenly Fazil’s body was sans sheet. A moment later, Todd kissed the small of his back, and Fazil jerked off the mattress, caught between a gasp and a moan. Todd stole the pillow, but pressed Fazil down onto the bed. “If you want to stay there, we can do that.” His warm hands slid down Fazil’s back and over his ass. “I wouldn’t mind fucking you awake.”
God, from sleepy to hard and panting in three-point-five seconds. “Yes, please?”
A deep laugh from Todd and he kissed the nape of Fazil’s neck. Lingered there. Dragged his fingers up Fazil’s sides.
He shuddered and a moan slipped out. If he had to wake before nine on a Saturday, this was the absolute best way to get his blood moving.
Todd’s weight on the bed shifted, and there was the distinctive sound of a condom wrapper ripping open and the lube bottle snapping. “You better be ready for this.”
“Always,” Fazil murmured. “With you.”
Todd pressed against him and slipped inside, thick and deep. Todd grunted. “Good.”
Fazil relaxed against the bed as Todd moved inside him. Slow, deep strokes, until he settled his weight down and entwined his fingers in Fazil’s.
“You love this, don’t you? Me holding you down.” Todd shifted the tempo and picked up speed.
So, so much. Fazil bit his lip. “Yeah. It’s...”Hot. Perfect. Demanding.He squirmed and bucked, but couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to. “I need...”To be controlled and held and fucked and...“Please don’t stop.” Every nerve lit inside him. Todd, his breath, his heat, his scent, filled all the empty parts of his life.
Todd kissed his neck. “As you wish.”
Like the first night, Todd stopped being gentle and became relentless, pounding into Fazil. Each time, he drew out both pain and pleasure until Fazil didn’t know if he wanted to moan or cry. He did both, hiccupping into the mattress. He was hard and desperate for release, but couldn’t reach down to stroke himself, not with his hands locked in Todd’s grip. The way he was pinned had him rocking with the bed, not against it.
Torment. Bliss.
He screwed his eyes shut. “Can’t... come. Need to.” He was fire and light, and something had to break.
“Not yet.” Todd scraped teeth over his shoulder. “You can come when I let you.”
Those words rippled through him, and he was so damn close it hurt. “Please.”
God, those teeth! Not the biting that bruised, but Todd nipped and pinched and licked against his skin until Fazil couldn’t breathe.
“Time to get up.” Todd released Fazil’s hands and pulled him away from the mattress until he was on his hands and knees. Fazil could barely brace himself, especially when Todd wrapped a hand around his shaft and jackhammered into him over and over.
White-and-gold light blinded Fazil, every nerve fired, and he pumped out over Todd’s hand, a cry ripping from his throat.
Todd cursed, shuddered, and buried himself into Fazil as if he could make their bodies one. In an instant of bliss and heat, Fazil thought they had.
But all things had to end. Todd pulled out and lowered him down to the mattress. While Todd’s breathing was rough, his touch when he pulled Fazil close and kissed him was gentle. They must have been facing, because Todd’s fingers stroked his face.
“Z? You okay?”
He forced his eyes open and blinked away the haze. “Yeah.” A million miles away, but so good. Buzzing. “That was amazing.” His voice crackled.
Todd stroked his forehead. “I’m going to get you some water.”
