Page 32 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
When they came up for air, Fazil’s voice was breathy and soft and soverysexy. “God, please. Bed now.” His pupils were large in the dim light. “I want you so bad.”
With shaking fingers, Todd worked Fazil’s button-down shirt open. “Good. ’Cause you’re going to have me. Deep and hard.” He’d only been fantasizing about this particular moment for how long?
Fazil tugged Todd’s t-shirt upward. “Too many clothes. Not enough mattress.” Up and off that came, and landed somewhere in the room behind Todd.
Good idea.He pushed Fazil’s shirt off his shoulders and yanked down until Fazil’s hands were trapped in the sleeves behind his back. Oh, the gasp when he pushed Fazil back against the wall, his knee pressing against Fazil’s cock. “You going to behave tonight?” He sucked on Fazil’s neck, then bit down.
“Fuck.” Fazil twisted and moaned. “Really depends.” His words came in gasps. “Want me good or want me bad?”
“Bad. Want you bad, Z.” Somehow, Fazil freed his hands and cupped Todd’s face, devouring his lips and tongue. He rolled himself against Todd’s thigh.
Todd found the button and the zipper of Fazil’s jeans and had those open and that thick cock in his hand before Fazil even came up for air.
A few strokes later, Fazil threw back his head. “Close. Too close.”
“Tough.” Todd had him up against the wall, and kept jacking him off. He wanted to see that abandonment, the moment when he made Fazil come, wanted to feel his seed on his hand, see it on their jeans. Needed that control—and Fazil’s mouthwatering groans.
He got it all: the hot rush of semen, Fazil’s uncontrolled quaking, and that perfect moment of ecstasy etched on his face when he cried out.
Fazil rocked into Todd’s hand, even after he’d come. When he opened his eyes, they were practically all pupil.
“Now, there’s my Fazil.”
Fazil coughed a laugh and his breath was deep as sin. “That sure as shit better not be all tonight.”
“Just the appetizer.” He took that mouth for a moment and then picked Fazil up in a fireman’s carry.
That pushed the breath from Fazil. “Oh my God, you’re not going to—”
“Carry you into my bedroom, throw you down, and fuck you? Damn straight I am.”
He didn’t even care that Fazil’s jizz got all over his chest. He’d make him lick it off later.
“You were never like this before.”
Todd marched into his bedroom. “Well, you missed a lot.” He tossed Fazil onto his bed. And wasn’t that a perfect sight? Hair mussed, chest flushed, and his softening cock hanging out of semen-stained jeans.
“I’m going to pay for that, aren’t I?”
Todd could only smile. He pulled Fazil’s shoes off and stripped the jeans and briefs, too, and that was even better—Fazil naked on his bedspread. He’d filled out in all the good ways over the years. Lean and strong. Gorgeous.
His.
At least for tonight. They’d have to take every day one at a time. But right now? “There’s lube in the nightstand,” he said. “Why don’t you get it out and get yourself ready?”
Fazil’s lips parted and his breath hitched, and wouldn’t you know it, his cock stirred.
“Ever done that before? Finger fuck yourself?”
Despite the flush that had risen up his neck, Fazil laughed. “Plenty of times. With more than my fingers, too.”
The image of Fazil fucking himself with a toy—any toy—pulled a groan from Todd. “Love to see that.”
“I bet you would.” Fazil flipped over and crawled up far enough to reach the nightstand, his ass in the air the entire time. He slid open the drawer. “Condoms, too? Or are you just going to watch?”
“Yes condoms. The box, Z. I intend to go through them before morning.”
Fazil’s turn to moan. He looked over his shoulder, a picture of need and desire and longing. “Promise?”
