Page 36 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
“Being fucked by women?”
“Oh, God, yeah. There’s something pretty hot about that.” He tangled his hands into Todd’s hair. “This—is hotter, though.” He pulled Todd down for a kiss, though his breath caught when Todd wrapped a hand around their dicks. He groaned, and came up for air.
“Familiar, huh?” Todd kissed his neck.
“Yeah.” Just like old times. The pit in his stomach opened, despite the tumble of heat in his blood, the tightness in his balls. “Todd...” he whispered.
“Shh. It wasn’t all bad between us back then, was it?”
“N-no.” Fuck, he was getting close. How did Todd do that? Pull orgasms from him so well?
The only consolation was that Todd was breathless, too, and sweat beaded his forehead. He nipped the skin on Fazil’s chest. “Could do this forever.”
“Please.” He kissed Todd again. On the lips, on the neck—anywhere he could get his mouth—while they slid and thrust and tangled against each other until they were both full of moans and whimpers and curses and long kisses.
It was heaven to have Todd like this. It always had been, from the first time they’d made love to now. And yeah, it hadn’t been all bad. They’d always done well in bed. When they were in each other’s arms and minds and the world was gone but for heat and light and desire.
How long they both hovered on that edge, he had no idea, just that bliss remained a moment away. This time, it was Todd who got there first. “Oh Fuck, Z.” He fisted both their cocks, thrusting frantically.
Fazil found his shoulder and bit down into the muscle. Todd shouted and came—and the sight pushed Fazil completely over the edge into his own orgasm.
When they both could breathe again, Todd laughed. “Guess I didn’t need all those condoms after all.”
“Guess not.” He couldn’t help the grin. The soul-crushing ache of his past had faded into something he could ignore for now—especially when Todd smiled at him like that. “Don’t mind. This is fine, too.”
“Yeah.” Todd’s hand was wet with their combined jizz. “Bit messy, though.” He ran a finger over Fazil’s lips, and Fazil sucked the digit in without thought. Musky and salty. He groaned in the back of his throat and let Todd feed him another slick finger, then another. Todd finger-fucking his mouth until they all were licked clean.
“Jesus, Z. When did you get so dirty?”
“First time I swallowed your come.” He pulled Todd into a long, deep kiss full of biting and tongue, until they both came up for air.
“When you fucked yourself last night, I thought I might blow my load right there.” Todd stroked his cheek. “You didn’t learn that from me.”
“No.” It was weird talking about a past lover with the taste of the current one in his mouth. But it was Todd. His first. “I had a boyfriend who really liked using dildos on me. I liked it, too—but part of what got me was seeing how hardhegot off, you know?”
“Yeah. The pleasure of your partner’s pleasure.”
“Exactly. So I figured if he got off that hard from fucking me with toys, how much better would it be for him if I fucked myself while he watched?”
“I’m guessing that worked?”
“Oh, yeah. Turned out, it got me off really hard, too.”
“Well,” Todd said, sitting up. “I do own an extra cock.”
If he hadn’t just come, Fazil might have gotten hard at that. As it was, his blood heated and his mouth dried. “You do?”
Todd nodded. “And if you’re lucky, maybe I’ll take it out tonight.” He paused. “Or Sunday. We’ll see.” His grin was devilish and perfect.
“So you’re not going to throw me out on the street?”
His expression softened. “No, Z.” Sad words.
Guilt surfaced in a sudden rush, chilling him from the inside and turning his stomach. “Oh God.” He pressed a hand over his mouth. No use apologizing again.
Todd held out his hand, and when Fazil took it, Todd pulled him up and straight into his arms. “I told you. It’s going to be all right. Promise.”
Right.“Start again.”
