Page 67 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
They strode back to the apartment. As soon as Todd threw the lock, he turned and forced Fazil up against the wall, hard enough to knock some breath from him.
“I was thinking,” he said, taking each of Fazil’s arms by the wrist and trapping them above his head, “that we can play another game tonight.”
“Oh?” Fazil’s eyes were huge, and his breathing nearly as hard as his body.
Todd trapped both wrists in one hand and wrapped the other hand lightly around Fazil’s throat. “You want that, Z? A little fun?” He pressed his bulge against Fazil’s and enjoyed the squirming.
“I—could. Yeah.”
“I’m not going to be gentle with you.”At all.
“Good.” Fazil rocked his erection against Todd’s. “Let me guess—red to stop, yellow to slow down?”
He laughed. “Thought you didn’t like kink?” He shifted so his knee was between Fazil’s legs and pressed up, forcing Fazil onto his toes.
“Oh my God.” Fazil panted and looked up at the ceiling. “Shit.” All moan.
He tightened the hand around Fazil’s throat, not constricting anything, but enough to make Fazil look at him. “I think what you want is my dick in your nice, tight hole.”
Fazil’s throat bobbed under Todd’s hand. “Yeah.”
He pressed his body against Fazil and growled into his ear. “Well, you better get to begging, boy.”
Against him, Fazil trembled. Todd pushed his knee up higher. “I know you heard me.”
“I...” Breathless and shaking. “Please.”
He slid his hand down Fazil’s neck down past his chest and cupped him. “Pleasewhat, boy?” Fazil moaned when Todd massaged his hard cock through the denim.
“Please fuck me.” Fazil’s shaky voice gained confidence. “Bend me over and fuck me. I want your fat dick in my tight hole.”
“That’s the spirit.” He bit Fazil on the neck, hard enough to leave a mark. Fazil cursed and thrashed, but he didn’t say red. Or yellow.
Someone likes a little pain.“You’re going to do exactly what I tell you.”
“Okay.” Practically a whimper.
Todd opened space between them and let Fazil go. “Turn around.”
Fazil did and Todd shoved him against the wall with one hand between Fazil’s shoulders. He kicked Fazil’s legs apart and felt him up from his taint to his crack. Fazil melted and humped at the wall.
“Horny little things like you want one thing, huh?”
“Yeah.” No tremble in his voice now. “I want your cock, man. Gonna use it or just your fingers?”
He flicked a hand against one of Fazil’s ass cheeks, drawing a yelp. “You keep running your mouth and I’ll stuff something good and thick into it.”
“There’s only one of you and I don’t care what hole you use.”
Oh God Damn, Z.This was going to be more fun than he thought. “Maybe next time I’ll bring a friend.” He wasn’t the type to share, but Mr. Dragon would make an awesome gag. He grabbed Fazil by the collar of his t-shirt and by a belt loop and pulled him off the wall. He was light enough Todd could’ve carried him across the room, but dragging him while he stumbled and moaned was much more satisfying. So was dropping him on the wide arm of his couch. “You like leather, boy?”
A grunt and a wiggle as Fazil tried to lever himself up.
Todd clasped the back of Fazil’s neck and pushed him down. “I didn’t hear your answer.”
“I fucking love leather.” Fazil slid his hips in a sensuous dance.
“Good, ’cause I want your face against the seat and your ass in the air.” He yanked up on the belt loop and shoved Fazil down until his forehead touched the leather seat. And yeah, his ass was at the perfect height.
