Page 98 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Todd stroked his jaw, a tender moment that belied the game they were playing, but his voice was grit and gravel. “Get on your knees.”
Suddenly the alley was too hot and too cold, but he lowered himself down to the wet pavement. When he looked up, the same shock he felt coursing through his veins was etched in Todd’s face.
They were going to do this.Oh my God.
Didn’t take long for Todd to undo his belt and jeans and get his dick out. Fazil gripped Todd’s legs and swallowed as much cock as he could, milking Todd’s shaft with tongue and mouth.
Yup. They were doing this.
Fingers tightened in Fazil’s hair and Todd gasped. “Shit. So good.” After a few minutes, he took control, thrusting forward. “Now, that’s what your mouth is good for.”
He would have replied, but the grip Todd had on his head didn’t give him any room to pull back. He looked up as best he could.
Todd grinned down at him, his lust wicked and undeniable. This was hotter than hell, and he still couldn’t believe he was kneeling in an alley being face-fucked by Todd. He pressed the heel of one hand into his aching cock.
“I should come on your face so all the guys in there know your tight little ass is mine.”
That warmed his blood right to the back of his head and he moaned around Todd. He wasn’t an exhibitionist, but the thought of others knowing pulsed through his veins like a drug.
The door to the club crashed open like a gunshot, and they both startled. Todd’s cock slipped out of Fazil’s mouth, and he turned his head, horror freezing the lust in his blood.
Their bartender stepped out with a bag of trash and halted. “Oh fuck! Didn’t mean to interrupt.” He tossed the bag into the Dumpster. “Um, you guys might want to take it farther down.” He waved deeper into the alley. “’Cause you’re right under a light, and sometimes the cops swing by.” He grinned. “Ask me how I know.”
They didn’t because the bartender stepped back into the club and closed the door.
Todd made a sound that might have been a laugh or a croak. He pulled at Fazil’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s...” He hiccupped, then snorted. “Holy fuck, did that just happen?”
Fazil scrambled to his feet, laughter bubbling in his chest. They shifted down the alley, past another Dumpster and away from the light. Their little role-play scenario was shot to hell, but damn, this was almost better. “That really happened.”
Todd grasped the back of his neck and kissed him hard, tongue opening his mouth, lips mashing his—and in an instant he wanted to be back on his knees. When Todd broke the kiss, Fazil whispered against his lips, “Should I keep going?”
“If you want. Or we could take it home.”
He dropped to the pavement. “I want to finish what I started.” He licked the head of Todd’s cock and took it into his mouth.
Once more, fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots while he sucked and licked Todd’s shaft before letting Todd settle into a rhythm of thrusting.
“Shit, Z. If you’re going to be this filthy, maybe Iwillcome on your face.”
Fazil flicked his eyes up and Todd’s openmouthed smile was barely visible in the shadows. He pulled off. “You think I’m going to let you?” He fisted Todd’s cock.
Todd’s palm slid against his cheek. “Let’s find out.” He took his shaft and pressed the head of his dick against Fazil’s lips.
Soft, slick. He opened and let Todd slide into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the head and along the sides with each thrust.
Todd’s muted gasps and moans were like music. He never imagined this would be so good. No game—they were themselves. Ex-boyfriends. Current lovers. Old friends. Coworkers. He slipped his hand inside his jeans and stroked himself as best he could.
The pounding became more urgent, and Todd’s cock tightened against his tongue. “Oh fuck.” A strangled cry from Todd.
The first bits of salt hit Fazil’s tongue, and he pulled off, letting the rest hit him on his nose and cheek and forehead.
Todd’s gasp was loud and even in the dark, Fazil caught the look of pure bliss and surprise as the orgasm rolled through him.
Hot, slick jizz dripped down his skin, and his balls ached for release. He worked his cock harder.
Todd practically dragged him up and into his arms, lips mashing against his. He smoothed some of the semen over Fazil’s cheek, the wetness cooling fast even in the warm night air. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe you let me...” Todd laughed and leaned against the brick wall. “Where were you when I was ten years younger?”
“Boston,” Fazil murmured, the past regret pricking up his spine.
