Page 24 of Never Say Never

I blinked at Paul in pure shock. The filth that had just come out of his mouth was truly impressive. But God, did it do things to me.

"I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet," I muttered.

"Yet," he said as he stared at me like I was dessert. "Does that mean eventually you will be?"

I shuddered. Paul was a determined son of a bitch, I would give him that. I knew how he was at work, but seeing the way he was in the bedroom made me realize why some of his ex's had slashed his tires or filled his locker in the changing room with shaving cream and tampons. His drama was becoming a lot easier to understand.

"Paul."

He held up both hands. "I'm a patient man. Until I'm not, York. And then..." He trailed off.

My cock made the most obscene jump at his words. I almost found it hot, the thought that one day he wouldn't hold back because he was so enamored with me. My hole clenched, aching for something more as I watched Paul retrieve the lube from the bedside table. He slicked up his finger before he got back into position. Without a single word, he swallowed me down again.

Every thought in my head disappeared as I gave into how good Paul felt. He sucked me long and hard until my legs started to shake. I tried to stop them, but when he twirled his tongue, it was impossible. I felt wetness slip against my hole. At first, I clenched up, nervousness rocketing through my stomach.

"No," Paul said as he still lapped at my dick. "Relax. Come on, breathe. I'll talk you through it."

My chest tightened as I closed my eyes and did just what he said. I drew in a breath and my body started to relax. My legs were still tense, my back tight as I anticipated someone else sliding something into me besides myself. I'd had my fair share of toys, I'd tried, but I hated most of them. They weren't warm and fulfilling or unpredictable and wild. At the end of the day, it was still just me. Having someone else do this felt like a level of trust was needed that I wasn't so sure I possessed.

"Hey, legs apart. Come on, York. I thought you were all about putting in the hard work, sweet cheeks. More. Spread them. Yes, there you go. See, feel my finger? Yeah. It's right there, rubbing your tight hole. Stay relaxed. Just like that, good job."

I groaned. "Paul."

"Fuck, if you keep saying my name like that, my cock really will end up inside of you tonight. A little more. There you go. Tell me you want it. Come on."

"I want it," I moaned. "Fuck, I want to feel your finger in my ass."

"Such a good boy," he cooed. I glared at him and he laughed. "Sorry, sorry, but you look so good like this I can't help it. Fuck."

Paul's finger pushed past the first ring of muscle, and I remembered to breathe. He slid in deeper, the lube easing his way as he opened me up and sank to my core. I jumped, but he swallowed my dick again, and I forgot how awkward I felt. Paul moved and rolled his finger until it hit my prostate. I cried out, my toes curling as I thrusted up into the air. My fingers tangled in Paul's hair.

I lost myself.

The world disappeared as pleasure consumed me. My chest rose and fell, my body tightening as Paul fingered my ass like he owned it.

"Fuck, Paul. Yes, that feels so good."

The only response I received was a muffled moan, his nose pressed against my pubes as I held him in place. I heard the slick, wet strokes of him pleasuring himself. He was getting off on watching me. Just watching me.

I came so hard, I thought my muscles would snap.

"Fuck." Paul panted as he came up for air, his hand covered in his own cum. He swallowed mine down more until he grinned at me. "Want a drink? Some food? I say, let's take a break and go again."

I stared at him. "You want me to stay?"

"For a while, yeah." He laughed. "I'm not done with you."

Paul winked at me before he turned on his heels and exited the bedroom. I heard water running and let my head drop back to the mattress. Shit, this was such a mistake.

But I didn't want to stop.

A crowded elevator at the FBI headquarters in New York wasn't the smartest place to get a hard-on. But tell that to my cock. The ding signified another floor, two before mine. It normally wouldn't be a problem for me. I was a dignified whore, my control over my body was top-tier, or at least it was before I dabbled in the one man on the Earth I should have probably stayed clear from. York fucking Washington. His cologne was still heavily wrapped around me from the night before, teasing me into a sexual frenzy.

I tilted my head to the side, relaxing the best I could, trying to get York out of my head. I had a taste. Now I need to be done. Speaking of sweet cheeks, he moved toward the elevator and the crowd split apart like there was actual room to fit his large size. He smiled, and nodded at everyone until our eyes met. An electric shock zipped down my spine, and I involuntarily jerked toward him.

York turned around, his broad shoulders straining the suit jacket. I knew exactly how he looked under those clothes. The hard-on was difficult to keep at bay with the memories, but having York so close in person was a temptation too strong even for me to ignore.

Another floor and people poured out, leaving the two of us and two other people. They both seemed to be in their own little worlds. I pushed off the wall and moved closer to York. Our arms brushed along one another adding to the delicious sparks dancing over my flesh.