Page 23 of Never Say Never

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"Depends," Paul answered. "You're a newbie, so I can go slow. Or I can start you off on a harder level."

I swallowed again. "What's a harder level?"

Paul smirked. "You'll see."

Damn, I really wanted to. Paul's hands worked swiftly, peeling me out of my clothes. Before I knew it, I was stripped down to my boxers. He gripped my cock and palmed me through my underwear.

"Fuck, you're so hot. I thought it was just the drinking and dancing that night, but your skin is like fire."

"Every time you talk, I never know what to say."

"You don't need to say a thing," he said as he turned us around and walked me backwards. When I toppled into his bed, he stopped and stripped in front of me. My eyes drank him in. "Let me see your cock."

"What's the magic word?" I asked.

Paul climbed on top of me. "Now. Show me that fucking cock."

I writhed on the bed, hooked my thumbs into my boxers, and slid out of them. They moved over my skin, exposing me to his eager eyes. When he stood up again and resumed undressing, he kept his gaze on my body. He drank in every inch of me, making me feel like I was under a microscope. Normally, I hated that feeling. But with Paul, the desire that fueled him made it feel so much hotter than it should be.

Paul moved back to the bed, and I shifted to give him space. He sat between my thighs, leaned down, and ran his fingers over my skin.

"You never answered," he said. "Beginner level or something more?"

"Beginner," I stuttered out, tripping over my words.

He smiled. "Beginner it is."

Paul lowered his head toward me, and I forgot how to breathe. His tongue ran up the side of my heated flesh before he swirled it around the head of my cock. I groaned, my nails digging into the blanket as I watched him, stunned. I'd had a few blow jobs in my life, but they were few and very far in between. And only one with a man. God, I had forgotten just how amazing it felt.

Or maybe Paul was simply better.

My head tilted back as I fully gave in to the feeling of his mouth on me. I reached out, grabbed a handful of blond locks, and shoved his head down as he came up for air. Paul gagged. I quickly pulled my hand away and gazed at him while he stared at me with wide eyes.

"Sorry," I said. "Got excited."

"Shut the fuck up and do it again."

I raised a brow, but his face was serious. As Paul went back down, I grabbed his hair and flexed my hips up sharply. The resulting gag and tightening of his throat made me see stars. I moaned, my breath airy as I used his throat like a cock sleeve. I'd tried those before too, and they weren't nearly as fun as Paul.

"Shit," I groaned.

Paul lifted his head and I scoffed. I had been right there on the brink, why did he have to stop? He smirked at me.

"Have you ever had anything in you? Ever?"

I shivered. "You have to bring this up now?"

Paul shrugged. "It's a valid question."

"Yes," I answered his question. "Never anything beyond a finger though."

His eyes lit up. "You're practically a virgin, you know that?"

I sat up quickly. "If you're going to make fun of me?—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweet cheeks. I never said I was making fun of you. Honestly, I think it's hot that you've touched so few people in your life. You're disciplined, upstanding, successful. But you blush when we talk about your lack of experience. I don't know, you looking like a sex god, but being virtually untouched makes my dick so fucking hard for you, I just want to slide myself in your ass until my balls touch your skin, and fuck you until you cry for me." He licked his lips. "Respectfully."