Page 113 of Never Say Never

Paolo reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube. This time, he didn't shove me onto my knees. No, he spread my legs and squirted lube on my hole and his already hardened cock. He didn't say a word as he pressed against my ass. I tightened, but he ran a hand down my chest.

"Open up for me, York. Come on, I need you to feel me right now."

Butterflies erupted in my stomach. I was a forty-six-year-old man, and Paolo made me feel things that I had never felt before. His fingers ran up my body and pinched one of my nipples. I groaned, my resistance next to nil before we even started, but now I really couldn't stop.

"Fuck me already," I snapped.

Paolo grinned. "Yeah? You need me?"

"Is that what you want to hear?"

"Only if it's the truth, baby." He groaned as he impaled me on his cock. Pain laced up my spine as he rocked into me and leaned down to hold me. "I know, baby. I know it hurts. Take it for me, okay? Fuck, just keep letting me screw your tight hole. I need it so bad right now. I'd die without you, York."

Heat swept over me from head to toe. How was I supposed to function when he talked to me like that? I had never felt so deeply before; not with love, hate, or lust until I met Paolo. He was everything I craved in a man and yet he came with sides that I didn't know if I could ever accept. But when he held me like this, moved his hips like they were water, and kissed the shell of my ear as he muttered that I was his repeatedly, I wanted to lose it.

Last night had been a mistake. I knew that as soon as it was over. I still couldn't fully trust Paolo. And yet here I was in the same situation today. Only now he was staring me in the eyes, a crazed love-sick expression reflected back to me in his dark eyes. He pinched one of my nipples roughly and my back arched, a gasp leaving my lips as he rocked into me harder.

"Fuck, you look so good laid out for me like this." He groaned as he licked up my neck and bit me right after. "And you taste so fucking good. I want to devour you, York. Just so no one else ever even gets to lay eyes on you again."

My heart tripped, but my cock continued to be hard as hell. What did that say about me?

"Just... move faster," I groaned, trying to keep my wits about me. "More. H-Harder."

Paolo grinned. "Whatever you want, baby."

I braced myself, my hand against the headboard as Paolo pulled back and slammed inside of me. The man was determined to drive me crazy. My head fell back, my free hand reaching out for him.

And then he slid his hand into mine.

Our fingers locked, warmth and comfort radiating from such a simple touch. I glanced up at him, and his expression, while still fiery, had softened. His lips were parted, a slight flush to his skin as he held onto me for dear life. As I stared, he lifted my hand and kissed it. He kept it pressed against his mouth as he fucked me with wild abandon.

I couldn't take anymore.

"Cum in me," I growled. "Now, right now. I need it."

"Whatever you want," he repeated. "Anytime you want it."

Paolo slammed forward hard, the smack of skin against skin echoing in the room, only contained by the music that blared around us. All the while, he kept my hand locked in his. I lost myself, writhing and groaning as he throughly took me apart. When he came inside of me, hot and wet, I lost any semblance of remaining calm.

I snatched our hands against my mouth, bit into his hand, and came so hard I nearly blacked out. When I came back from the brink of death, panting and sweating, Paolo was lazily licking my cum from his fingers. He smiled at me.

"You bit really hard. Am I bleeding?"

I blinked at him and looked at our hands that were still squeezed together. Sure enough, there was a huge bite mark there and blood.

"Sorry," I said.

Paolo pushed his hand against my lips. "Taste me."

"What?"

"Taste. Me."

I tentatively licked my lips. Blood graced my tongue and dragged a groan from my throat. I shouldn’t like that. What was wrong with me?

"See?" He grinned. "We ain't so different, sweet cheeks. A little darkness tastes so damn good, doesn't it?"

I glared at him. "We are nothing alike. Get off me."