Page 12 of Never Say Never

"I—I..."

Words wouldn't come as he opened my jeans and pushed his hand into my boxers. His fingertips grazed my lower belly, stroking the curly, black hairs that decorated my flesh. He pushed down, and I sank a bit as he touched my cock.

"Paul, wait." I tried again to find my voice. "This is wrong. I'm your boss, we can't?—"

"We can," he muttered, his mouth against my neck so that the words vibrated on my skin. "It's just a little bit of fun. Nothing more. We can pretend it never happened on Monday."

The idea was tempting. I tried to think of a million reasons to make him knock it off, but the truth was that I didn't want to. I'd had a good time for once, why couldn't I have a little more?

Paul exposed my cock, and I sucked in a sharp breath. He did the same, opening his jeans and revealing his length. Pale, pink flesh slightly curved to the right graced my view. I was drawn in by the veins that ran up his dick, the way it pulsed in his palm.

"What? You've never seen such a great dick before?" Paul joked. When I continued to stare at it and then him, his eyes widened. "Or have you not seen one at all?"

"Seen them," I muttered. "Haven't spent more than a few minutes with one."

Paul blinked. "Seriously?"

I shrugged. Explaining to guys that I was new to this always seemed to be a turn off to them, especially because I didn't fall into the twink area of life. They looked at me, judged me a top, and expected me to have read the gay bible on the world's best sex positions. It felt embarrassing to be my age and not know how to please anyone.

Or if I even could.

"Let's start slow," Paul said as he reached into his pocket. "Has anyone ever jerked you off before?"

"A bit," I admitted. "It was a long time ago."

Paul grinned. "Bet I do it better."

"Don't be cocky."

"It's really hard not to," he mused.

I knocked his hand away from my length. "I changed my mind."

Paul chuckled and lifted a packet of lube to his mouth. He ripped it open with his teeth. "Don't be like that. Come on, let me touch that big dick again," he groaned, his eyes filling with lust.

"Fine."

His grin grew. "You say fine like I'm a pain in the ass, but I can see you want it too. Every time I touch you, your hips jerk toward me."

I watched in real time as my body did just that. Groaning, I tried to ignore the way he laughed at me, but it was pretty damn funny. One night, and Paul had me wrapped around his finger in the best way.

"Hold this," he said as he passed me the lube.

Paul reached back into his pocket and pulled out a condom. He tugged it on, rolling it down the length of his cock before he looked up at me and gestured for the lube. I passed it over, bewildered.

"Better safe than sorry, you know?" he said. "Besides, I figured you'd be more comfortable this way. And since it's been a while, I'll let you get all those good sensations."

I blinked at him. "I have no idea what to say to that."

"You don't gotta say nothing, boss."

My chest tightened. I opened my mouth to speak, but all the words were knocked right out of me as he pressed our cocks together. Cool, wet lube lathered up my flesh before he began to stroke. My head fell back, the wind knocked out of me. I'd forgotten how good it felt to be touched by someone who wasn't me. The unpredictability of their hands, the firmness of their touch, the heat that felt like liquid fire wrapped around my length.

I was in heaven.

"Fuck," I groaned.

"Is that Mr. Washington cursing without being pissed off at someone? Shocking!"