by L. A. Witt
His cheeks darkened and he laughed. “Maybe I’ll have to bring some of my legal texts to bed then. I can read them to you in between fucking the hell out of you.” Spoken in jest or not, the promise to fuck me sent a ripple of electricity down my spine. He winked. “I’m sure you wouldn’t object to that.”
“Well, we can skip the part about legal texts,” I said.
He kissed me and murmured, “As long as we don’t skip the part where I fuck the hell out of you.”
“Absolutely not.” I gave him a playful grin. “So does this arrangement mean we just meet at each other’s places to fuck? Or are you actually willing to be seen in public with me?”
He shrugged. “I’d fuck you in public.”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “You know what I mean.”
“I’m game for going out, too.” He kissed me lightly. “Beats the hell out of getting back into the dating scene.”
“Anything beats that.”
“So what did you have in mind?” He smirked. “I don’t imagine movies are your thing on a date.”
“Not really,” I laughed. “Actually I always thought they were kind of pointless on dates anyway.”
“How so?”
I shrugged. “I can think of a few better ways to get to know someone than sitting in a dark room and not talking.”
“Well, I thought we did just fine getting to know each other that way.”
“I guess I can’t argue with that, now, can I?”
He kissed me. “No, you can’t.” A grin tugged the corner of his mouth upward, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch his face. With the side of my thumb, I traced the outline of his goatee, running it along the edge where the soft hair was lined with coarse stubble.
“Anyway,” I said. “No, I’m not big on movies for dates. Especially since I spend every fucking day in a theatre.”
“How about drinks, then?” he said. “Or dinner?”
I smirked. “You know, I’m told that in some cultures, it’s permissible to have dinner and drinks at the same time.”
“Really? I had no idea.” He tried to look surprised, but the devilish sparkle in his eyes gave him away. We both laughed, then he said, “Okay, smartass. So dinner and drinks?”
“Sounds good to me.” I paused. “Though, fair warning, I occasionally have to work late on a moment’s notice, so…” I gave an apologetic shrug.
“I know the feeling,” he said. “Well, assuming you don’t get stuck at work, are you busy tomorrow night?”
I smiled. “I am now.”
Chapter Thirteen
The next day was one of those days. The kind that made me wonder what had ever possessed me to own a business in the first place. Everything that could go wrong did, and everyone that could get on my last nerve did. I was surprised the cursed projector didn’t set itself on fire or something.
Days like that usually had me collapsing onto the nearest piece of furniture when I got home and praying for just enough energy to drag myself into the bedroom.
Not tonight, though. Exhaustion would just have to wait, because I was meeting Nathan for dinner.
I took the stairs up to my apartment two at a time and almost dropped my keys while trying to unlock the door. Inside, I threw my jacket on the couch and kicked my shoes off, narrowly missing one of the cats.
It was just after six, and I was supposed to meet him at seven thirty. My heart raced; just like the last time we saw each other, it was entirely too long to wait, entirely too soon to be that close to him again.
At least I had more than enough time for a shower. In the bedroom, I was so restless my hands shook when I unbuttoned my shirt. Even when I got out of the shower, my hands were still unsteady.
Why the hell am I so nervous? It’s not like I haven’t slept with him twice already. I questioned the wisdom of shaving, but when I thought of having Nathan’s hands on my face again, I reached for my razor. His touch alone was well worth the risk of cutting myself a few dozen times.
By the grace of God, I finished shaving with my face intact. Then I got dressed, fed the cats, took one last look in the mirror to make sure I hadn’t missed a spot while shaving, and left.
When I walked into the restaurant, I didn’t have to look to know he was already there. I had to look around to figure out exactly where he was, but I knew from the second I walked in that he was in the room.
Our eyes met and his lit up as I dodged kids and waiters on the way to the table he’d snagged by one of the windows.
“Long time no see,” he said, smiling as I took a seat across from him.
“Hasn’t been that long,” I said with a wink. Way too fucking long.
We fell into a comfortable exchange of small talk and pleasantries, relaxed with each other like a pair of old friends even though we were somewhere between lovers and strangers. It was a peculiar dichotomy. I felt like I’d known him my whole life, but knew next to nothing about him.
Well, now’s as good a time as any to get to know you, Nathan. “So,” I said. “I know you’re an attorney-”
“What?” He pretended to be stunned. “Who told you?”
“You did, when you gave me your business card,” I said with a smirk. That business card that may as well have said “please fuck me tonight”.
“Oh. Right.” He laughed and gestured for me to continue. “Anyway, go on.”
I picked up my glass, pausing before taking a drink. “So what kind of attorney are you?”
Without missing a beat, he said, “The sarcastic gay kind.” I choked on my drink and he chuckled. “Sorry,” he said, sounding anything but.
“Bastard,” I said, trying to clear my throat.
“You okay?” He pretended to be concerned, but he couldn’t quite mask his amusement.
I coughed and gave him a good-natured glare. “Yes, thank you for sounding so concerned.”
“Okay, okay, seriously,” he said. “To answer your question, the firm deals with mostly corporate law. I’m usually involved in corporate bankruptcies. Things like that.”
“Sounds exciting.”
“Terribly,” he said, raising his glass in a parody of a toast. “So thrilling, it’ll put you into a coma if you’re not careful.”
“I can imagine,” I said.
“Wasn’t exactly what I planned to do when I went to law school,” he said, shrugging. “But it pays the bills.” He seemed to lose focus for a second as his glass paused just shy of his lips. Then he added, “And sometimes you meet interesting people.”
“Oh?”
He set his glass down and watched his finger draw a line in the condensation on the side. Then he looked at me. “That’s how I met Jake.”
Fortunately, I wasn’t in the middle of eating or drinking anything, because I would have choked at the mention of our ex’s name. It shouldn’t have startled me, really, but it did. Or rather, it startled me that I hadn’t thought of him at all until then. All night long, sitting across from me, he should have been a constant reminder of Jake, but he wasn’t. Our ex hadn’t crossed my mind once tonight until Nathan mentioned his name just then.
Maybe that meant the three of us weren’t so inextricably bound to each other. Nathan’s existence wasn’t dependent upon Jake’s memory. Jake may have been the reason Nathan and I met, but he’d done his part as catalyst and exited stage left, never to be seen again.
Maybe Jake’s irrelevance meant that Nathan and I could make this work.
“Zach?”
I shook my head to bring myself back into the present. “Sorry, sorry.” I cleared my throat. “Go on.”
“I was just saying that’s how I met Jake,” he said. “He actually started out as a client of mine.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, the company he was with before.” He paused, furrowing his brow as if trying to remember some detail. Then he shook his head. “Anyway, it was some startup or another. I don’t remember exactly what kind of company, but they went bankrupt. My firm handl
ed all the legal crap.”
“Interesting way to meet someone,” I said.
He grinned. “I’ve been known to meet men in strange ways.”
“Touché.”
“Anyway, when it was all settled, he kept calling and coming by the office.” Nathan rolled his eyes. “Making excuses to talk to me, meet with me, that sort of thing until I reminded him he was racking up a hell of a bill. He finally admitted he was coming by to see me, and…” He shrugged, his slightly nostalgic smile belying the bitterness in his tone. “I guess the rest is history.”
“So I’m not the only one who occasionally dates customers.”
He laughed and shook his head. “No, I guess not.”
I eyed him over my drink. “Isn’t there some ethical thing about lawyers getting involved with their clients?”
With a mischievous grin, he said, “Case was closed. He wasn’t my client anymore.”
“You would find the loopholes, wouldn’t you?”
He winked. “Knowing how to find loopholes makes getting a law degree worthwhile.”
It was shortly after ten when we left the restaurant. Since Nathan was parked close by, and my car was a few blocks away, we walked to his car so he could give me a lift.
With the engine idling, he left the car in park and turned to me. “Listen, I know it’s late, but…” A grin teased the corners of his mouth, managing to look both shy and devilish at the same time. His hand slid over my thigh, turning my spine to liquid. “I don’t want to call it a night just yet.”
“Then let’s not call it a night just yet.” I leaned across the console and reached for him, trying not to shiver as his hand moved higher. My fingers grazed his lightly stubbled jaw, and I didn’t even bother suppressing that shiver. I hadn’t realized just how much I’d been dying to touch him until the subtle coarseness of his jaw met my skin.
“Be careful,” he whispered, his hand leaving my leg and coming up to my face as he leaned closer to me. “Or we might be here all night.”
“I don’t think we will. I don’t-” Oh, fuck, how am I supposed to think when you’re running your fingers through my hair?
“You don’t what?” he teased. My nerve endings registered the very slightest hint of his warm breath across my skin, and speech became impossible. His grin widened, and he looked like he was about to say something else, but then he dropped his gaze as the tip of my tongue ran across my lower lip.
When our eyes met again, the playful teasing was forgotten. We came together in a deep, breathless kiss. The console between us bit into my hip, but I was too wrapped up in his arms and his kiss to care.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, panting over the sound of the idling engine.
“Where do you want to go?”
“My place, your place, I don’t fucking care,” he said, his voice dropping to a throaty growl. “But if we don’t go there now, I’m going to fuck you right here in this car.”
I kissed him. “My place, then. It’s closer.”
He wet his lips, his tongue just barely grazing my lip. “What about your car?”
“It’ll be there tomorrow.”
“Are you-”
I cut him off with a kiss. “Do you really want to put this off?”
He exhaled hard. “Absolutely not.”
“Then the car can wait.” I released him and sat back in the passenger seat. “I can’t.”
Chapter Fourteen
Hours seemed to pass from the time I broke that last kiss until we pulled into my apartment parking lot. When we finally made it, we couldn’t get to my front door fast enough.
It was surreal, stepping into my own house with him again. Returning as lovers to the place where we’d fucked in anger. Though we were once again desperate to have each other, this was entirely different. Sure, we’d been together since then, but not here, and it made my own familiar apartment seem like an alien landscape.
This wasn’t the same hallway we’d stumbled down in the darkness, when I’d hoped and prayed the cats would get out of the way. This wasn’t the same bedroom door he’d slammed me against in the heat of a passionate, violent kiss, nor the same floor we’d littered with clothes the way we did now. This certainly wasn’t the same bed on which we’d had angry sex that was as painful as it was hot.
This was a different man sinking with me onto a different bed with an entirely different kind of kiss.
He laid my hands on the pillow beside my head, lacing our fingers together and resting his forearms over mine. How long we lay like that, kissing like there was no tomorrow, I didn’t know.
Eventually, he broke the kiss and whispered, “I’ve been looking forward to this all damned day.”
“You’re not the only one.” I freed one hand and wrapped my arm around his neck. Then the other. His hands slid under my back and he pulled me closer.
As one, we rolled over. He landed on his back, tightening his arms around me as if he was afraid I’d break away now that I was on top. I wasn’t going anywhere, not with the way his tongue teased mine and his hot skin felt against my own.
The longer we held each other and made out, the more his erection held my attention. I didn’t want to stop kissing him like this, but that hard cock against me drove me absolutely mad. I had to have him, I couldn’t wait.
Breaking the kiss, I moved to his neck, then his collarbone, working my way down to his chest. I closed my lips around his nipple, then pressed my teeth in as gently as I could, but firmly enough to make him tremble. Still teasing his nipple with my tongue, I looked up at him. His lips were parted and his breath came in uneven gasps, but the look in his eyes-the pure, unadulterated lust in his eyes-was one of the most arousing things I’d ever seen.
After a moment, I continued working my way down, letting my lips and tongue explore the smooth grooves between his abs and the contours of his waist and hipbones.
“Oh, Jesus,” he said, his voice shaking. There was confusion-no, wonderment-in his tone, as if he’d only just realized what I intended to do, where my meandering trail of kisses ultimately led.
When my fingertips brushed over his cock, the bed creaked as he grabbed the headboard. I steadied him with one hand and ran the tip of my tongue all the way up his cock, from base to tip, then back down. After I teased him like that a few times, I took him into my mouth an inch at a time, then rose, then came back down, taking a little more each time. His abs quivered, and the bed frame protested as he held it so tight he actually pulled himself toward the headboard.
Faster and faster, harder and harder, I stroked and sucked his cock. I couldn’t tell if the taste of his skin or the sounds of his moans turned me on more, but if this went on much longer, I swore I was going to come myself. The more aroused he was, the more aroused I was. The more he wanted me, the more I wanted him.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” he said, his voice somewhere between a groan and a growl. “Oh, God, you’re…”
Abruptly, I slowed down and loosened my grip, still moving but with less urgency now. His breathing followed suit, going from sharp, ragged gasps to long, deep breaths. Once I was sure he’d come back from the edge, that he’d calmed down almost to the point of sanity, I went right back to my fast, hungry pace.
“Oh, God,” he groaned. “Oh, God, Zach, that’s-” A gasp cut him off. His fingers grasped my hair, trembling as I took his cock deeper into my mouth with each down stroke.
His fingers tightened in my hair as his cock twitched in my mouth. “Fuck, fuck, oh, fuck…” The hand in my hair tensed and his cock pulsed against my lips. He groaned, then exhaled hard, shuddered, and hot, salty semen hit my tongue.
“Oh, Jesus,” he whispered when I finally stopped. He let his head fall onto the pillow, his body relaxing and sinking back to the bed as if it had levitated during his orgasm.
I raised myself up on my arms and leaned down to kiss him. He grabbed the back of my neck, gripping it so hard it almost hurt as he kissed me deeply and desperat
ely.
He broke the kiss just long enough to slur, “Your mouth is fucking amazing.” Then, his lips still touching mine, he said, “Hope you don’t mind if I return the favor.”
“Not at all,” I said just before he kissed me again. I managed to sound at least somewhat coherent even though his suggestion had pretty much erased any hope of rational thought.
Together we shifted positions and he eased me onto my back. Then, just as I had done before, he broke the kiss and started down my neck, then my collarbone, trailing gentle, breathless kisses down the center of my chest and abs.
His warm breath touched my cock first and put every last nerve on high alert, waiting for more. Closing my eyes, I reached back for the headboard, just as he had earlier, and gripped the vertical wooden slats for dear life. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think of anything except my every sense seeking what I knew was coming, what I hoped was coming, where are you, Nathan, where are-oh, God.
“Holy shit,” I moaned. “Fuck, Nathan…” His mouth was incredible. He knew just when to tighten his lips and where to flick his tongue. He knew just how fast to go to put me on the brink and keep me there, letting me neither come back to Earth nor completely let go. It was so intense, my eyes stung with tears, but I couldn’t focus on anything anyway, so I didn’t care. Everything he did was amazing. Perfectly, impossibly, painfully amazing. The man sucked my cock like he was put on this planet for no other reason.
Much like the slats I struggled to hold on to, the here and now slipped out of my grasp. When he deep-throated me and ran his tongue the full length of my cock before doing it again, then again, I let go.
The slats were no longer in my hands, the bed no longer beneath my back, and the breath no longer in my lungs. I completely and totally let go.
As soon as his mouth broke contact with my skin, my hands found the bed frame again and my spine settled back onto the bed as I sucked in a deep breath.
“Oh, my God,” I said, blinking a few times until the tears that blurred my vision cleared away. “Fuck, that was…”