Page 140 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Fazil gasped. “Not fair. Gonna—come.”
“I want you to come, Z. Want to feel you. See you. Want you all over my hand so you can suck every bit off my fingers.”
“Fuck.” Fazil screwed his eyes closed, threw back his head, and became so incredibly tight, Todd could barely move inside him. Warmth spurted over Todd’s hand, coating his fingers. That incredible sight only pushed Todd into the heavens. His vision blurred to white and he fucked Fazil with short, hard strokes, as deep as possible, emptying himself with a long moan, then stilled.
They lay there, breathing against each other, the smell of sex and cloth and Fazil filling Todd’s nose. How he wished he could stay inside Fazil, soften there, slip out without moving, but there were practical reasons not to. “Give me a minute.”
Fazil groaned when Todd pulled out and rose.
They were a mess. Semen stained Todd’s dress shirt, his pants, and his jacket. More dotted Fazil’s chest. Still more over Todd’s hand.
“You look so hot like that,” Fazil murmured. “Like a goddamn porno come to life.”
Todd chuckled, found a box of tissues, and got rid of the condom. “Don’t stuff me in your sock drawer, please.”
“Are you kidding? I keep my porn on display like a civilized human being.” He waved at the bedroom door. “It’s in the living room. Though some of it isn’t your taste.”
When Todd sank down on the bed, Fazil curled onto his side. Not the het stuff, certainly. It was interesting but didn’t do anything for him. “Probably not. But speaking of taste.” He held out his fingers.
Fazil sucked the longest in, and his tongue along the length screwed with Todd’s pulse. “You could wake the dead.”
Fazil chuckled and moved to the next finger, then the next, until they’d all been well licked and sucked. Todd gripped the back of Fazil’s neck and kissed him, savoring the salty taste.
“So could you.” Fazil spoke against Todd’s lips.
They kissed and touched until Fazil’s eyes fluttered shut. “This is the best I’ve felt since Seattle.”
“Glad I could make up for the hell I put you through.”
“Me too. But I’m falling asleep.” Fazil chuckled. “Not exactly the stunning welcome.”
But it was. The perfect welcome. “How about a nap, then dinner?”
“Good idea.”
“Let me undress, and I’ll join you.”
Fazil scooted up the bed and pushed down the covers. He eyed Todd. “Still look so hot.”
“The dry cleaner is going to have a field day.”
Fazil snorted. “Probably seen it before.”
Todd stripped off his suit and underwear. Maybe. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t blush to high heaven when he picked the suit up. He slid into bed next to Fazil and wrapped his arms around him. A good fuck, a little nap, then dinner. Something in the back of his brain poked him. Oh.Oh. “Shit.”
“What?”
“I just ruined the only clothes I had with me.” He had more in his suitcase. “Everything else is at Eli’s.”
Fazil pressed his face into the pillow and shook with laughter.
They couldn’t exactly share clothes, either. He was taller and broader than Fazil. He rolled onto his back and tugged at his hair. “Fuck.”
Fazil’s grin was lopsided and wonderful. “I guess you’ll have to make do with some tight sweats and a t-shirt.” He licked his lips. “I won’t mind.”
“I bet you won’t.” Todd pulled him close. “And I won’t mind your ass in the air later.”
“You say the most romantic things.” Fazil snuggled closer and kissed his chest.
