Page 138 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Right after the fuck of his life.
“I live just up Murray,” Fazil said. “Do you have a car or a suitcase or—anything?” Anxiety had grabbed hold of him again from the way he trembled.
“I have a rental car and a bag. They’re both in Eli’s driveway.” He smoothed his hands down Fazil’s arms. “They can wait until later. Take me home.”
Fazil continued up the block. After a few steps, he took Todd’s hand. “I still can’t believe you’re here.”
Todd would fix that soon enough. “I really am.” Glad for it. The job with CirroBot was top-notch, and he was itching to get started. Eli had been right about applying there. “And for the long haul.”
Fazil squeezed his hand but didn’t speak. Something about the set of Fazil’s jaw told Todd he was barely holding it together. They crossed the street to the other side and continued up the hill.
Guilt twisted Todd’s gut. Springing this on Fazil was unfair, but they’d been so angry with each other, he hadn’t seen any other way to reach out. “I hurt you so much.”
Fazil’s laugh was half sob. “Can we pause this until we’re inside?”
He nodded. The sound Fazil had made tore against Todd’s ribs. They really didn’t do well apart. They couldn’ttalkwith distance between them, not like when they could see and hear and feel each other.
Another block or so brought them to a brick building full of storefronts and a nondescript entrance. Fazil fished out a set of keys and opened the door.
They climbed to the second floor and into a gorgeous apartment, one he hadn’t expected, given the façade. Hardwood floors. Architectural accents. And so muchFazil—all of his things—including a few Todd recognized from the old bedroom back in Warminster. Even the vague lemon-and-tea scent he’d always associated with Fazil’s parents’ place.
Fazil closed the door. “Here we are.” The keys jangled in those shaking hands.
Yup. Alone.“This is really nice.”
“Thanks.” He threw his keys onto the coffee table. “Do you want anything?”
“Yeah.” Todd studied Fazil’s back, shoulders, and narrow waist. “You. On your knees in front of me.”
That made Fazil jump. He turned around and his eyes were huge. No reply, but his jaw worked as if he were trying to form words.
Maybe that had been too forward.
Fazil closed the distance and found his voice. “Just that?” He sank to his knees, his gaze never leaving Todd’s. “Nothing more?”
God, this beautiful man.He ran his hand through Fazil’s thick hair. “I wouldn’t say no to you sucking my dick.”
Fazil got a strange look. “But would you say yes, Todd?”
His own words from their first lunch in Seattle, thrown back at him. He deserved that. “Yes, I’d say yes to your mouth around my cock.”
“Thought so.” Fazil ran his hands up Todd’s legs. “You ought to wear a suit more often.”
He’d have made a comment about a businessman fetish, but Fazil mouthed his shaft through his pants and it was all he could do to stay standing. “You.” He snaked his other hand into Fazil’s hair. “God.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Fazil unbelted and unzipped Todd’s pants. “Me.” He freed Todd’s cock and then those dark eyes were staring back again.
Such a beautiful sight. Even more so when Fazil closed his mouth over the tip. Todd moaned and tightened his grip in Fazil’s hair. When Fazil started working on his shaft in earnest, Todd’s vision blurred. That mouth was pure magic: hot and wet, and with a tongue that teased and pressed and flicked. Fazil had been good at giving head as a teen, but now? Holy hell.
Todd shifted his hands to the back of Fazil’s head and stilled his bobbing. Once more, Fazil looked up, his mouth wide and full of dick.
“Do you trust me?”
Fazil groaned and lifted one hand, forming a thumbs-up.
Todd moved slowly, sliding in and out of that sweet mouth, and Fazil opened to him, allowing him to go deeper still. His tongue slid around and caressed Todd, though his hands had fallen away. He gave himself over to Todd’s fucking.
Seeing his dick slide between Fazil’s lips without resistance was glorious. Fazil closed his eyes, and the tension he’d been carrying was gone. A few deep strokes had Fazil shuddering and breathing hard when Todd withdrew. That curled Todd’s toes, but as much as he wanted to spill himself down Fazil’s throat, he had other plans. He withdrew and tucked himself back into his briefs. He didn’t bother zipping up.
