Page 69 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
His blood burned even as his heart split open. Words stuck in Todd’s throat.Idocare! I’ve always cared!Instead he gave Fazil what he’d asked for—the roughest sex he could offer. Fast strokes that stole Fazil’s breath, then hard, deep ones that made Fazil cry. He pushed Fazil against the couch and drove into him as deeply as he could, savoring Fazil’s sobs and tears. It was all he could do, because all thoseI love yous had never made it from Fazil’s ears into Fazil’s heart. Not then, nor now.
Tears spilled from Todd.I’ve loved you since the day we met!
“Good enough for you?” He couldn’t keep the pain from his voice. He hoped to hell Fazil was too far gone to notice.
Maybe he was. Fazil bucked against the armrest, his hands clenched tight behind his back, and uttered an unintelligible cry. He shuddered and gasped and became so tight Todd could barely move inside him.
Didn’t stop him from gripping Fazil’s hips and plowing into him through Fazil’s moans and cries of ecstasy. Todd chased his own release until those gasps turned to shudders and the moans didn’t stop and he knew he’d pushed Fazil right to his limit.
“Please...” It was all breath and pain and pleasure. “Please...”
That sound, the timbre in Fazil’s voice, pushed him over the edge. He buried himself in Fazil and came, his shout long and loud.
It took Todd too much time to come back to his senses.Shit. Fazil trembled beneath him. “Z?” He pulled out and leaned against the couch until his legs supported him again. “You okay?”
“Uh...” Fazil sniffled. “Uh-huh.” A pause. “Think so.” Crackly, breathless voice.
He didn’t sound fine. “Let me free your hands.” He loosened the belt and Fazil slipped his wrists out.
“Damn.” Fazil propped himself up and rubbed his wrists. “Shoulda borrowed Eli’s tie.”
So maybe Fazilwasokay. Todd hiccupped a laugh and wiped his face. Tears and sweat. He needed to ditch the condom, but his legs were trapped by his jeans and boots. “God.”
Fazil looked back over his shoulder, his face damp, hair every which way, and his brow furrowed. “Areyouall right?”
“Yeah.” Never mind that his hands were shaking, he’d had the best orgasm of his life, and he wanted to tell Fazil that he’d always love him. “Just—that was pretty wild.”
“It was fucking hot.” Fazil flopped down on the couch. “Could you...” He wiggled his legs. “Help me out here?”
Pants, underwear, and boots still had Fazil’s legs all nice and tied up. “I don’t know. It’s a pretty view.” He patted Fazil’s ass.
Fazil squirmed against the couch, then mimicked picking up a phone with his hand. “Hey, Eli? Can’t come to work today. I’m trapped in my pants at Todd’s and he likes my naked ass too much to help me.”
Todd laughed. “I’m in the same predicament. Give me a minute.” He unlaced his boots and managed to kick those and his pants off. Then he set to work on Fazil’s boots. When he finished, he helped Fazil into his arms. “Better?” He brushed a thumb over stubble and jaw.
“Much.” Fazil was all smile, lethargy, and glow. “Except I may have ruined your couch.”
Todd glanced over. Drying semen all over the arm. On Fazil, too. He ran his fingers over Fazil’s stomach, delighting in the quiver there. “Well, I did use one of those leather-guard polishes on the couch. Guess I’ll find out if it worked.” He leaned in for a quick kiss. “Don’t think there’s anything that can clean up how filthy you are.”
“You’re one to talk.” Fazil pulled him down for a much longer, hotter, deeper kiss... and if he kept biting and thrusting his tongue like that, Todd would bend him back over the couch. He broke the kiss. “Let’s move to the bed.”
“Excellent plan.”
They lost their shirts on the way and fell in a tangle of arms and legs onto Todd’s bed. Eventually the kissing, nipping, touching quieted down into holding. Todd pulled Fazil close, pressing his lips to his shoulder. Quite a bruise was forming where he’d bitten Fazil on the neck.
Todd didn’t have a religious bone in his body, but he sent up a silent thanks to the universe for bringing Fazil back into his life. “Should do that again sometime.”
A sleepy reply. “Please.”
Yes.
