Page 45 of Never Say Never

"There." York pressed against the back of my head, forcing more of his dick into my mouth.

My eyes watered as he hit the back of my throat. My groans were muffled as I lost myself in giving York head. He used me like I was born to be on my knees for him. There was no longer that slight hesitation as he made me gag on his cock. Drool coated my chin as endorphins hit me all at once. A full body shiver took over, and I reached down for my cock. Stroking it a few times wasn't going to be enough. I needed more tonight.

York dropped his hands, his fingers curled into my comforter as he pumped his hips up. I could tell on his face he needed more too. I wasn't the only one going insane.

I released his cock with an audible pop. "Say it."

York was breathing just as heavily as I was.

"What?"

"You want more."

He stared at me, and for a second, I thought he wouldn't say anything.

"I need more, Paul." He reached for me, his fingers tangled in my hair and he pulled me close. "Give me more."

The growl in his voice was sexy, lace it with a command and I was weak. He could have said bark like a dog and I would have happily done it.

"Consider it done." I pulled free, grabbing a condom and lube from the nightstand. I sat them to the side for now. I had other desires that needed to be met first. "Lay back."

York did just that. Each time we spent together, he was getting more and more comfortable. A man like him honestly shouldn't even be allowed to go home without action, ever. He was everything I could have desired in a man.

"Spread your legs for me, boss."

"Paul," York growled. His cock glistening with my saliva jumped slightly.

He could protest all he wanted; he was turned on by it just as much.

"What? Would you rather try this at the office? I could be under your desk, mouth wrapped around your cock as you did work." I leaned forward, moaning at the buffet before me. York's firm ass spread was something straight out of a porno. I knew the moment I got to slip my cock inside of him, I'd lose my fucking mind. I licked my lips, hunger settling in.

"No, that's not?—"

"You saying you wouldn't want to dump your cum down my throat after a hard meeting?"

I didn't give York a chance to answer. I dragged my tongue over his hole, smiling at the instant jolt of his body.

"Paul, what are you doing?"

"Feasting." I tapped the back of his thighs. "Hold them for me."

I didn't give him a chance to think about it before diving back in. I swirled my tongue over his puckered flesh, reveling in the way he groaned. I worked him over, my tongue pushing past the first ring of muscle before it became engulfed in heat. Instantly, York's body tried to suck me in, becoming soft under my skillful tongue. I rimmed him until his legs shook and his groans were nothing more than needy moans.

Pulling back slightly, I smirked. York's hands were wrapped tightly around his cock stroking himself with hurried, short strokes.

"That's not going to get you off." My hand joined his and I tightened his hold even more, working my fingers into his wet ass.

"Ah!" York practically floated off the bed as I stroked over the spongy nerve of his prostate.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Paul."

I leaned down stroking his cock and fingering his ass at the same time. I took one of his balls into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it in a maddening motion. "Yeah, you need something?" I took the other ball into my mouth and gave it the same treatment.

York's words were impossible to understand; they were no more than grunts and groans. I wanted to tease him again and again. The thought of relentlessly torturing him until his body couldn't function without me was a thought that had no business planting in my head in the first place. I pulled back, releasing him all at once when it felt like he was getting close to cumming.

The moment I stopped touching York, he sat up, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His gaze was wild and his face flushed. "What the hell are you doing?"