Page 127 of Never Say Never

"Oh, fuck. That's new," Paolo groaned. "You really have been studying."

I chuckled. He probably couldn't tell, but I was beaming with pride. Even if at the time it had seemed crazy trying to look it up considering I was so over Paolo. Some part of me had known we would end up in this situation again. We always did. It was like we were drawn to each other; one stupid ass moth to one bonfire flame.

Which was which? I had no idea.

"Fuck, baby. You feel so good," Paolo panted. "I love when you fucking touch me. Nessuno è migliore di te."

I hadn't heard him speak Italian to me in a while. Sometimes he did when he was frustrated, but hearing it like this, when his cock was down my throat, made me hard. I wanted to satisfy myself, but I refrained. As much as I needed to feel good, I needed Paolo's rough hands on my dick, jerking me off, or his hole wrapped around me more. Fuck, I just wanted to feel good with him.

My lips pulled free and he groaned. I traveled down his length and lashed his balls. The way he sucked in a sharp breath told me that I was doing something right. The more I tasted and teased him, the more he groaned and growled until he finally grabbed me by my chin and yanked my head up.

"Get up here and sit down, now."

I chuckled. "You seem hungry."

"Not joking, York," he snapped. "Move it."

Despite his warning that he wasn't joking, I laughed anyway. I hadn't seen him like that before, not from my lack of blow job skills. It was hot knowing I had that power over him. Thank god for studying. From now on, I would use it against him, make him see how it felt to be driven insane. As soon as I was seated, Paolo was crawling up my body. He situated himself over my cock and grabbed it.

His eyes locked onto mine as he slowly sank down on my dick. Bit by bit, I was swallowed whole by his greedy ass. I gripped his cheeks, spreading them more before I rubbed my finger against his stretched hole. I poked at it, prodding as he moved down more and a deep, guttural moan spilled from his chest as he held onto me for dear life.

"York," he whispered as he leaned down and kissed me. "You feel so damn good. So fucking good in my tight ass."

My breath hitched in my throat. "How do you think my cock feels? You're so hot." I grabbed his hips, raised them, and slammed Paolo back down. "I love fucking your ass. It always looks so damn good when you walk around the house, all perky and demanding I screw you until I leave my cum deep in your hole."

Paolo blinked. "What?"

I raised him up and slammed him down again. "I said, I want to dump my cum into your fucking ass until you're so full it leaks out around my dick."

Paolo continued to stare at me as if I'd grown a second head. I reached out, tweaked one of his nipples and laughed as he hissed.

"Hey!"

"Move your goddamn hips," I barked. "Now."

"Yes, sir," he groaned.

Paolo's hands rested on my shoulders as he started to ride me earnestly. There was still so much I wanted to say to him, but I didn't know if I was ready for any of that. For now, I just wanted to enjoy the fact that he was on my lap and in my arms. As he rode me, he leaned down and kissed my lips. Our tongues tangled, desperate and hot as I wrapped my arms around his waist and matched his movements.

"Shit." Paolo shook as he slammed his hands against the headboard. "Yes, yes, yes, baby, just like that. No one has the dick you do. You're perfect, York. Fucking perfect." His eyes met mine again. "In every way."

My heart skipped a beat. Our lips met again, more urgent and desperate than before. Every movement felt like we were melding together, two people dissolving into one.

I didn't hate it.

My cock stiffened as I filled Paolo's ass. I groaned, dragging him down my length repeatedly until he broke and came too. We fell into a heap on the bed together, panting and holding on to each other.

Paolo reached over and touched my cheek. Emotions flashed behind his eyes, but I couldn't quite place them. My stomach tightened.

"York?"

I grabbed his hand and held it in mine. "Don't," I warned him. "Not yet, okay? I'm still figuring all of this out."

He stared at me a little longer. "All right," he said finally. "You want a shower and a snack? I could go for a sandwich."

I smiled, grateful that he dropped the topic I most feared right now. Paolo leaned forward, placed a kiss on my lips, and bounced off the bed.

"A shower and sandwich sounds great," I said, smiling as I watched him walk around the room.