Page 51 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
He’d wanted to watch Todd when he slid the toy in, but the pleasure of being spread open by that blunt head and thick shaft took his breath and vision. He arched against the mattress and groaned. “Oh fuck.”
“God, Z. You can say that again.” Todd’s words were thick with lust.
If he could speak through the energy and agony zipping through him. Fazil eased the toy out, then pushed farther inside. The scales or the ridge or something raked against his prostate and breath left his lungs.
So damn good. He plunged the cock in again and again, until he writhed on the bed against the invading toy.
Wrapping his free hand around his dick, he found a rhythm that filled his vision with light and his nerves with fire. He didn’t try to stop his moans and gasps.
Not all the groans were his. “Shit Z. You— God.”
Fazil peeled his eyes open. Todd was gloriously hard and whacking himself off in time to Fazil’s thrusts. His mouth was parted, breath heavy, and his thighs trembled. “Want you so bad.”
“Too bad Mr. Dragon has me.” Fazil slowed down, drew the dildo out, then thrust in hard.
Todd’s eyes darkened. “So he does.” He stepped closer. “Can I... fuck you with it?”
That had been nineteen on the list, but he wasn’t going to say no. “Please.”
Todd’s weight rocked the mattress when he knelt down. “You really like this?” He gripped Mr. Dragon, and slid him out until the head caught against Fazil’s ring, then thrust the toy in, hard and deep.
Spots of light formed in Fazil’s vision. He clawed at the sheets. “God. That, please! Again!”
Todd’s laughter was dark, and he obliged, sending another shower of light and fire raking through Fazil. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
Couldn’t answer, not when Todd worked the toy faster. Everything was deeper, stronger, and more intense than when the toy had been in his own hand. Fazil had just about caught his breath when Todd leaned in and sucked Fazil’s dick into his hot mouth.
Everything went white, and he raked his hands through Todd’s hair. His limbs, his fingers, every part of him, spasmed with electricity and fire. His balls were so tight, and he tumbled headlong toward that cliff of pleasure with Todd’s every thrust and suck.
The velvet caress of Todd’s tongue pressed against his glands.
“Please, don’t... don’t stop.”God, I love you.Tears pricked Fazil’s eyes.”... gonna come.”
Todd drew his mouth off Fazil’s dick and replaced it with his hand. “Then come.” Todd fucked him harder with Mr. Dragon. “Come all over me.”
Those blue eyes and that wicked grin hovered just above Fazil’s cock, and Fazil shot ribbons of semen onto Todd’s face.
Maybe it was Todd’s jizz-covered grin or the fact the bastard kept pounding him with Mr. Dragon, but Fazil’s orgasm went on and on, longer than it had ever before, until he had to close his eyes against the intensity. He groaned with each plunge of the dragon cock into him, then fell back against the bedspread into a loose heap of bones and flesh.
Even after Todd eased Mr. Dragon out and cleaned the head of Fazil’s cock with his mouth, the room hadn’t stopped spinning. “Holy hell,” he whispered.
“Good for you?” Todd absently wiped at his face and licked his fingers. “Tastes pretty good.”
“Fucking amazing.” Fazil propped himself up on to his arms. “Since when did you like come on your face?”
“Probably about the time you got off being fucked with toys.” Laughter in that, but also heat. Which was fair.
“I missed so much.”
Todd sobered. “Yeah, you did. So did I.” That wicked smile returned. “Means we get to have a whole shitload of firsts with each other again.”
There was that pricking at the corner of his eyes again. “Come here.” He reached for Todd—and he crawled up into his arms, warm and heavy. Fazil kissed him.
He was so damn grateful for a chance to put things right with Todd, to make up for all his mistakes. He rolled them over until he was on top. “I think I owe you something.” Many somethings.
Todd combed his hand through Fazil’s hair and closed his fist, pulling at the roots. “Damn straight you do.”
The pressure against his scalp was almost painful. “There’s nothing straight at all about what I want to do to you.”
