Chapter 13- Luther
“SO, THIS IS, uh, my place.” I clap my hands for no reason as we walk into my apartment. “It’s not much, but I’m alone here.”
“Oh, nice,” Taz replies, unbuttoning his suit jacket.
We enter the small living area-slash-kitchen. “There’s one bedroom, and um…” Self-consciousness crawls up my spine. Sure, he all but confirmed he wanted to jump my bones an hour ago back in Brew-Ha. But now that we’re in an intimate setting, the vibe feels different.
It’s always nerve-wracking showing someone your personal space for the first time, especially if you see them as more than just a friend.
“It’s like a bachelor-pad type of, um, deal,” I murmur. Taz continues to study the scattered papers on the couch, and I’m irritated that I left a bowl in the sink. “Sorry if it’s, like, a mess. I didn’t expect any company.”
He gives me a once-over with a neutral expression. “I like it.”
“Now that you’re here, I’m realizing I don’t invite anyone over, ever.”
Taz tosses his coat on the couch and steps closer.
He looks so sexy in his red button-down shirt tucked into black jeans, but I’m still too nervous to make a move.
He places his hands into the belt loops of my pants and says, “Are you telling me you don’t have a long list of gentlemen suitors at your door, Westbrook? ”
I chortle and lean my face closer to his. “Workaholic.”
“I guess I get you all to myself, then.”
My nose touches his. “And what are you gonna do with all my attention, Devries?” I purr.
When his mouth touches mine, it’s the sweetest of kisses. I hum in contentment against his mouth, and when his tongue touches mine, my toes curl.
Making out with Taz is my new favorite pastime.
Before I can suggest we take things to the bed, he pulls off with a gasp. “Can I stay over tonight?”
“What?”
“You know.” A shyness takes over him, and he looks around. “Wake up in your arms. Just like in Paris.” He undoes two of the buttons of his shirt, and my mouth begins to water. “I really enjoyed sleeping with you.”
“I…uh, y-you…” My brain is fried at seeing the sliver of milky white skin that is Taz’s chest under his shirt. After clearing my throat, I continue, “I don’t remember the last time I let a guy sleep over.”
Taz freezes and stops removing his top. “Shit, sorry. If you like your space, that’s totally cool. It was rude of me to ask.”
“No, not at all!” I chuckle and bring my hands to his waist, gradually pulling the fabric above him. “I’d love to have you sleep with me, Taz.”
We both laugh as we kiss. When his shirt falls to the floor, I step back, and my eyes nearly jump out of my head. His muscled body is a visual feast. Sure, we’ve seen each other naked, but the thrill of getting with Taz hasn’t subsided yet.
“I think I could go for a shower.”
“Oh, sure.” Grinning, I hook my thumb to point behind me.
“But since I don’t have any pajamas, you mind if I sleep naked?” His horny smile is a thing of beauty.
“I don’t know…” I dramatically look upward, like I’m really pondering it.
This leads Taz to tickle me, and I giggle as he pulls at my shirt. “You arse,” he says. Soon enough, we’re both a laughing tangle of limbs, tickling and kissing each other like it’s a dance we’ve done our whole lives.
We promptly get showered―separately―and I rejoin Taz in bed. The sight of him lying in my sheets sparks an ember in my soul, an emotion I don’t recognize. But seeing his bare chest and tight abs has my heart pounding in lustful anticipation. That is one emotion I very much recognize.
When I strip off my towel, he sits up eagerly. We grin at each other as I pull back the sheet, knowing how much we both want this. In case there was any doubt, my bobbing erection is somewhat of a giveaway.
Taz and I, both fresh and clean, proceed to make out in my bed.
It doesn’t take long for our cocks to rub against each other like two wooden sticks trying to start a fire.
Best date ever. The feel of him in my arms and his taste have me churning precum, but I want this to last. Taz has me on the edge in record time, but I don’t want to finish too soon.
The man in my arms apparently has no such qualms. He kisses down my neck, and I gasp. After he pushes me back, he straddles me, this Greek statue of a man. “Luther,” he says, breathlessly.
“Taz,” I reply, grabbing his hips. Whatever he wants to do, I’m so down.
“Can I suck you?” He licks his lips, and my eyebrows jump. “I wanna taste every part of you.”
Before I can reply, he reaches for my nipples, and my vision blanks out. I arch my back upward as he pulls on and caresses those sensitive nubs.
“Ooh…okay,” I rasp. I could give him anything right now; he’s my whole universe tonight.
Taz kisses down my abs, and I don’t have time to appreciate his soft lips on my skin before he arrives at his destination. When he sucks on my balls, I spread my legs and buck up.
“Fuh,” I whisper. Who needs intelligible words right now? I’m about to tell him that I want to switch when the next sensation sends me into the stratosphere.
Taz isn’t merely sucking my cock like before.
He swoops in and goes all the way into his throat.
“Aw god!” I whine. No one’s ever gone all the way down that quickly before―there are downsides to having a larger-than-average penis.
But Taz continues to make the trip, up and down, like he never had a gag reflex at all.
I’m in a lust-filled paradise. My cock has never felt this good. Taz is a dick-sucking pro, and I can’t believe I was ever reluctant to ask him out. Hell, I can’t believe we were anything other than the way we are right now, lovers in our own universe.
And that universe is about to have another big bang. “Taz,” I say, urgently tapping the bed. He doesn’t stop, instead opting to hold on to the base of my erection and give love to the top half. “Taz!” My voice is a high whine, and my chest rises and falls with speed.
“Taz, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna…”
He pulls off, and I look down. He’s so wrecked, sweaty with watery eyes. But he has that hungry, determined look that used to annoy me. “That’s kind of the point, Lulu.” He takes one long, languid lick up the side, then dives back in.
There’s no time to chastise him about that nickname before my balls begin to hitch up.
I don’t even have the brain capacity to form words.
I’m babbling nonsense as he strokes and sucks, and the heat rises from my center.
In seconds, my hips buck into him, and I fire shot after shot of my orgasm into Taz’s throat while shouting.
Taz Devries gives good head; why did I ever bicker with him when I could have let him suck me off instead?
After taking a micro-nap, I regain consciousness with the sight of Taz leaning over me. He strokes my chest almost reverently, and the fondness in his eyes is undeniable, even in the dark.
His erection, however, is a crisis that must be attended to. In a flash, I tumble him backward so we’ve switched positions. Taz giggles and says, “Luther, you don’t have to…uhh…”
His words are cut off by my nibbling on his pec. Who knew nipple-play was how to get Taz to shut the hell up?
After giving both of his nipples some loving, I quickly trail my kisses down just like he did. Then, I’m stroking him up and down with both hands.
“Oooh…ooOOooh…” His wrecked voice rises and falls with each good stroke. The precum makes it an easy glide, but I’m not about to let him off―get him off?—that easily.
After tongue-kissing the head of his manhood, I swallow him down. He’s hard, wanting, and so ready for me. When his hips thrust into my throat, I have to fight not to gag. But I focus on how good he made me feel, and, like always, I refuse to be outdone by Taz Devries.
I suck and suck, and it isn’t long before his moaning grows into a crescendo. He barely gives me a warning before his orgasm is unleashed into me, and I hungrily swallow it all.
Sex with a coworker should be less comfortable than this, especially someone you’ve known since you were fourteen. In Paris, we both collapsed pretty soon after cleaning up.
Tonight, however, after toweling both of us off, Taz has crawled back onto my chest. I idly stroke his back as his fingers dance along my torso. Our breathing is in sync, and the room feels serene. We don’t need to be anywhere, and nothing about this is awkward.
No, it almost feels inevitable. He and I were destined to crash into this moment, a trajectory we didn’t even realize since we were kids.
“That was…something else,” he says quietly.
“It was.” My fingers go up and down his spine. He’s so precious to me. “I…I can’t believe we ended up here,” I whisper. “After all those years fighting.”
“Annoying each other as teenagers, but now…”
“I didn’t see this coming. Maybe I should have, but…”
“We both had to grow up. We both had our journeys.” Taz lifts up and lies next to me on the pillow. “When did you know you were gay?”
“Not until I was seventeen or so.”
“Did you know you were into me?”
“Who says I was?” I reply with a smirk. He leans over to tickle me, and we giggle and play fight for a few seconds. When we relax again, I continue, “In retrospect, yes, I was probably into you. But I was, you know, a high-schooler. And people…”
“People don’t come out until they’re in uni, I know.”
“When did you realize your sexuality?”
“When I saw AC Slater on that old show Saved by the Bell.”
We both bust out in hysterics, and I hold him closer. “Facts.”
“But I think I started to fancy boys when I was about fourteen or so.” He fixes me with a curious look. “Looking back, I think I fancied you too, but you hated me.”
“I…didn’t…” The lie dies in my throat, but Taz simply kisses my hand.
“It’s cool. Academic rivalry. And I wasn’t exactly pleasant.”
“Maybe we were just flirting this whole time,” I say through a chuckle.
“Perhaps. It only took me ten years to snag you as my boyfriend.” His smile falls, and panic sets in on his face. “I mean, if that’s what you want. I’m…I’m not seeing anyone else, so like…”
To shut him up, I lean over and kiss him slowly.
Without words, I let Taz Devries know that us being boyfriends has been a long time coming.
The past is the past, and right now, I get to kiss and sleep with the dude I used to hate.
We’re redefining the story of Taz and Luther, and this is one chapter I don’t want to skip.