Page 139 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Fazil tipped his head back, stretching his neck. “That was so good.”
“Glad you enjoyed it.”
He opened his eyes, and his smile was stunning. “Why’d you stop?”
“Because you’re still wearing clothes.” And they weren’t near his bed.
“I guess I should do something about that.” Fazil rose—a little shakily, but looking a damn sight better than he had in the office. “Bedroom?”
“Yes, please.” He loosened the knot in his tie and followed Fazil through the living room, past the kitchen and dining area, and into a large bedroom. More hardwood, very nice furniture, and a big sleigh bed, complete with a sturdy-looking footboard. Score.
Fazil wasted no time undressing. Shoes, jeans, shirt, underwear, socks. All dropped to the floor until there was only his glorious flesh and very hard, erect dick. Todd crooked a finger and beckoned him forward.
Fazil stepped close, but the tension was back. “How’s this going to work? With you in town and me in town and—”
Todd smoothed a thumb over his lips. “However you want it to work.” He took Fazil’s mouth, but it was Fazil who deepened the kiss. He wrapped his body around Todd, grinding into him. There was still cloth between them, but Todd didn’t mind. There was something wicked about being fully clothed while Fazil was naked and in his arms.
“Want you so bad,” Fazil spoke against his lips.
That was the whole idea of standing in Fazil’s bedroom. “On your bed. On your back.”
Fazil slid his hands down the front of Todd’s suit jacket. “Will you do something for me?” Sultry words.
Todd swallowed, heat racing through him. “Anything.”
A quirk to that smile. “Leave the suit on.”
Fuck Fazil like they were in some sort of businessman porno? Todd couldn’t help the groan. “Didn’t realize you had a suit kink.” He walked Fazil backward until they reached the bed and pushed him down onto the bedspread.
Fazil planted his feet on the edge of the bed and spread his knees wide. “Didn’t have one until today.”
Good. There were a few too many people in Fazil’s office who wore suits, and he wasn’t about to share Fazil with anyone. “Condoms and lube?”
“Nightstand.”
So they were. Fazil bit his lip when Todd took himself out of his pants, rolled the condom on, and lubed up. “How much prep do you want?”
“None,” he said. “Just fuck me.Please.”
A ball of desire shot down to his toes. Todd spread Fazil’s legs wider and pressed his cock against Fazil’s hole. The groan from Fazil was delicious, as was the tight, sweet heat when he entered. He inched his way into Fazil until he was balls deep and withdrew as slowly.
Desire shook in every stretch of Fazil’s muscles, in the way his hands curled against the bed. “Oh fuck, that’s good.”
His sentiments exactly. Fucking Fazil while in his suit had Todd flying high. The power he felt—and strangely—the surrender, too. Giving himself over to Fazil’s needs. No games. His balls ached for release, but he held back, because Fazil hadn’t taken his fill yet.
He thrust hard and Fazil arched against him, bucking back to take more of his cock. Fazil reached up. “Here. I need youhere.”
He wouldn’t argue with that. He sank down, took Fazil’s mouth and gave every bit of passion he had to Fazil. Deep hard strokes that rocked them both. His beautiful love, the man he’d nearly lost.
Fazil gripped Todd’s jacket as if he were drowning and Todd were the only one who could save him. “Don’t stop—please, please don’t stop.”
He rocked into Fazil harder, sliding against his damp skin. “Like me inside you, Z?”
Fazil met him, stroke for stroke. “Always.”
“Whenever you want.”
Fazil dragged him down into a kiss, and his hot body pressing cloth and buttons and seams into flesh. The friction of the suit moving on Todd as he took Fazil over and over was incredible, especially Fazil’s hard cock ramming into Todd’s chest. He grasped Fazil’s shaft and stroked him in time with their fucking.
