Chapter 11- Luther
I DON’T KNOW who I am. I don’t know anything. The world must have flipped upside down, because I’m nearly naked, making out with Taz in a hotel in Paris. Kissing him when I thought he was gonna die was one thing, but now here we are, in our shorts, devouring each other.
Oh, and his hardness is rubbing against mine.
He moans, and it sends a greenlight straight to my dick. Fuck it. Fuck everything except this bed, and this man I used to hate as a boy.
Without saying a word, I roll off him and shuck my white boxers off. He grins like a kid on Christmas, and after I pull on his boxer briefs, he gets the memo. In moments, we’re both naked, resuming our kisses on the bed.
He trails his sweet mouth down my chin and neck.
“What do you…ah…” I don’t get to finish my sentence, since he shuts off my brain entirely by gently biting my nipple.
“Fuck!” I grunt. A man who knows how to kiss the whole body is rare as fuck, but clearly, Taz understands how to drive a man wild.
I grit my teeth and fist the blanket when he tongue-kisses the other nipple, nibbling it lightly just the way I like.
I wonder how many men he’s been with? When was the last time he had sex? Wait, when was the last time I had sex? What if I’m not as good as he expects?
When he kisses down my abs, I push away any self-conscious thoughts. My mind blanks out when he lands on his target.
Taz Devries. Has his mouth around my cock.
“Ooohh…” My voice is raspy and slurring as my eyes roll back.
He sucks all the way down, and I’m in paradise.
I’m proud of my girthy eight-incher, but Taz sucks me like it’s the easiest thing in the world for him.
After a few more trips around my cock, he pulls off to breathe.
When I look down, I’m overwhelmed at the sight of him grinning by my balls.
“I bet I can get you to come first,” he purrs. He tongue-kisses my sack, and it brings me back to reality.
“Taz,” I say with earnestness. His smile falls as I pull him up. “Sex doesn’t need a winner or loser. I want us both to feel good.”
Rubbing his back, the understanding dawns on his face. “You’re right, Luther.” He seems genuinely contrite, so I kiss him slowly.
“It’s not a competition,” I say, kneading his shoulder.
He nods, and in a blur, I roll him over so he’s on his back. I nearly jump down the bed so I’m eye-level with his cock, and we both giggle. “It’s not a competition, because I’m gonna win.”
“What?” His laugh dies out when I shove his cock in my mouth.
I go all the way down, remembering to keep my teeth out of the way.
I suck and hold the base, swallowing his precum.
He smells so manly and fresh all at once.
The only thing sweeter than the taste of his hard dick is the pleasure-filled moaning above.
I have my former foe’s cock in my mouth. And I love it.
As I suck and stroke, I relish how hard he’s getting. “Wait,” he says, pulling me off his dick. I kiss up his torso, stopping only to nibble on those cute nipples. When he writhes in pleasure, I trek back up until I’m at eye-level again. “Wanna, um…fuck me?”
My eyebrows might never go down. “Like me…top you?” I ask breathlessly. Who needs grammar anyway?
“Yeah,” he says through a chuckle. “I’m squeaky clean down there from the shower, and…I think I’d like that.”
I quickly nod. “Okay.” I peck his lips, and we both jump off the bed. “I can conjure condoms and lube, let me get my geo arcanum.”
“No need.” When I look up, Taz is holding two packets. Even in the darkness, I can tell he’s grinning as he hands me a condom and lube. “I always keep some on me.”
“You expect to fuck wherever you go?” I titter as I bite to tear the condom packet.
“It pays to be ready. Case in point, right now.” We chuckle as he strokes me.
“You’re an eager one, Taz.”
“I’m prepared, Lulu.”
“You know I hate that nickname,” I say with a grin. My pulse pounds in my ears, and I get harder as he continues to jerk me off.
“You don’t hate it right now.” He deftly lands on his back and props his hips up on a pillow. When he lubes himself, I chuckle and wrap myself up.
“You really get off on pissing me off.” I grin and kiss his inner thigh.
“Took you long enough to realize tha-AHhh!”
Looks like I’ve finally discovered how to shut up the great Taz Devries―by tonguing his asshole.
“Ohmygod,” he whines.
“You like that?” I whisper, kissing up to his hardness.
“Yes,” he rasps.
“You want me to stop?”
“Yes.” I pull off and my hand freezes on my dick. He looks down. “I don’t want your tongue. I want your cock.”
He’s almost begging, and it’s equal parts surprising and hot. Who am I to deny Taz this request while his ass is in my face? I couldn’t deny him anything right now. So, gripping his hips, I gradually guide myself in.
“Fuhhh!” he says through a sigh.
“You good?” I ask, breathing rapidly. He feels so right around my cock, but I need him to want it too.
“Oh, so good. You’re so, so good.” He covers his face with one hand and grips the sheet in the other. The sight of him, wrecked and beautiful while I push into him, is a memory I’ll hold onto until I die.
When I push all the way in, I get harder still, and he sighs. “Taz,” I say through a grunt.
“Fuck me,” he whines. “Pleeease.”
With a smile, I grip his hips, and he rests his ankles on my shoulders. “You want this?”
“So much. Fuck me like you mean it, Luther.”
That sets me off. I thrust, alternating between slow and rapid, but never getting out of him. In and out I go, fucking the ass of the guy I hated in school.
In retrospect, I think I’ve always wanted him. And now I have him under me. We were destined to arrive at this very moment.
“Fuh…fuck…fuck,” he chants. I grab his erection, and he lets out a delicious whimper. It doesn’t take me long to settle into a rhythm: fucking, stroking, then both at the same time, and repeat.
“Oh god, you’re so bloody good,” he mutters, head thrashing.
“You, too.” I catch my breath. “You’re so good, so hot for me, Taz.”
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he rasps.
“Me too,” I reply, not breaking the rhythm.
“I’ve always…always wanted this, Luther.”
“I’m giving it to you, Taz,” I reply in an almost growl.
“Ooh.” His voice is a slur of pleasure, and I grin triumphantly.
“Wanna come?” I jerk him off faster.
“I want you to first.” His voice is a raspy plea.
“Nah, I think you’ll come first.” I fuck and stroke, fuck and stroke, and he bounces on my cock.
“Oh…oh…oh!” His chants and hardening dick signal that he’s almost there. But his muscled body and perfect ass have me barreling to the end, too.
“Shit, Taz, I’m gonna…”
“Oh…yes!” With a shout, Taz shoots hot semen over my hand.
The feel of his orgasm has me clamping my eyes, flying over the edge of paradise. “Fuuhhh…” All of my nerves are on fire as I climax for an eternity. My hips thrust faster, then slow down as the best orgasm I’ve ever had flows through me.
After the solar flare in my mind dissipates, I pull out and collapse next to Taz. When he looks at me, his blue eyes somehow shine in the dark room. He wipes his sweat-laden bangs off his forehead, and I scoot closer to peck his lips.
“For the record,” I say, catching my breath. “I made you orgasm first. So, I win.”
He shuts his eyes and waves his hand in the air. “I don’t even care. You can win that contest for the rest of our lives.” With that, we both crack up, still drunk on the euphoria of post-orgasm. I don’t need to interpret what Taz just said or what it implies.
Nothing else exists except this bed and this amazing man stroking my shoulder, laughing like we don’t have a care in the world.
“Great work,” Chief Tuttle says without looking up.
He’s gazing at our piece of the gauntlet, now secure in a glass box being held by Girish.
Necia, Taz, and I stand on the opposite side of the wooden meeting-room table.
It’s the first time we’re able to observe the relic as agents since I handed it over yesterday.
“Can’t wait to study this thing,” Girish remarks.
“Let’s get it in the vault,” the chief announces. He looks at Taz and me and nods in satisfaction. “You two did a huge service.”
“It’s part of the job,” I say.
“And I’m all about the job,” Taz adds. His smoldering look at me has my pulse picking up. The way he says job reminds me that we swapped blow jobs yesterday morning.
We’d shared a quiet haze of sexual satisfaction as we cleaned up that morning, checked out of the hotel, walked to the antiques shop, purchased a potentially dangerous dark relic, and made the long trek back to the Union.
The past two days actually happened. Taz and I made love in the city of love.
“Here’s hoping you consider becoming a full-fledged agent one day, Mr. Devries.” The chief gives a small salute and saunters off with Girish.
“We do work well together,” Taz remarks.
He looks me up and down, and nervousness grows in my gut.
Has he always had such a sexy accent? It used to infuriate me, his air of superiority.
But now the way he studies me has my cock hardening.
This is what happens when you hook up with your former rival.
The way his ass felt on my mouth and dick…
“Great job, boys.” Necia’s voice startles me, and I stand up straight. She gives us a coy grin and continues, “I knew you wouldn’t fail us. You’re a dynamic duo, after all.”
“Mhm!” I squeak, loosening my collar.
Taz seems perfectly calm as our trio walks out of the meeting room. “So, no missions right now, huh?” he asks.
“No news is good news when you’re tracking magical terrorist attacks,” Necia remarks. “We have some time for ourselves.”
Taz looks at me expectantly, but my mouth is suddenly sandpaper. Even if Necia wasn’t here, what would I even say to Taz? “Great fucking, let’s do it again?” I’m not smooth as a gay guy.