Page 99 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Todd kissed him. “I wish I had more energy, that’s all.”
Fazil raised a brow. “What, tired already? You’re going to leave me here, all hot and bothered?”
“No.” Todd swung him around and pressed him up against the bricks. “I’m going to jack you off until you come, then take you back into dance with stains on your jeans and my jizz in your hair—and you’re going to love every minute of it.”
Fazil moaned when Todd unzipped his pants, wrapped his hand around his shaft and worked him to the rhythm that always boiled his blood. Didn’t take long until he was panting, moaning, and squirming against Todd.
He came fast, helped along by Todd biting him hard on the shoulder. Spine liquid, Fazil lolled against the rough wall and watched Todd lick his fingers clean. “Talk about dirty.”
He shrugged. “You taste good. Always have.”
When he could breathe normally, he tucked himself back into his jeans and scrubbed his face. Hopefully it wasn’ttooobvious he’d been sucking cock.
Then again, who cared?
They snuck back into the club via the alley door. He probably did have a few stains on his jeans, and maybe there was some of Todd in his hair, but he didn’t care. He smiled back when the bartender who’d interrupted them gave him two thumbs up and a big grin.
Shit, he really needed more Sunday nights likethis.
