Page 46 of Never Say Never

"Someone sounds angry," I teased.

"Paul."

He reached for me and I grabbed the lube and condom showing him. "Thought we could take it another step."

York looked at them and then me. "I don't know—" He looked so unsure, but in all honesty, I would take him anyway I could get him.

I leaned forward and kissed him quickly. "Okay, we change things then."

York's shoulders dropped a bit, he let out a sigh as if he hadn't been sure. He still didn't know if he was a top or a bottom. I didn't give a damn either way. I was perfectly happy switching. I could do either.

York's breathing was erratic, his eyes glazed over as he stared up at me. I grabbed the base of York's cock and slid the condom over it. I poured some lube over my fingers and worked two into my ass. It had been a while since I took cock, especially one of York's size.

"What are you doing now?"

"About to blow your mind."

I pulled my fingers free, not willing to wait anymore. My entire body was on fire. The longer I held out, the more I felt like I was sinking to the bottom of an ocean. I needed to feel all of York. I didn't give a damn if it was me fucking him or him fucking me. Anyway I could get my fix, I would.

Straddling his hips, I turned around, reached behind me, and held his dick before I lowered my ass down on him. The tip of his cock pressed against my hole and stole my breath away the moment it pushed past the first ring of muscle. Pain and pressure was all I knew, but my messed up body was loving every second of it. I slammed my hips down, forgetting to breathe as fire licked up my spine.

"Fuck," York shouted as he gripped my hips. His fingers dug into my flesh adding more delicious pain to the already heady elixir of pleasure coursing through my veins.

I couldn't talk. I wanted to tease him. To ask how he liked my tight ass, but it was taking everything in me to say upright. I rolled my hips, flexing around his thick length inside of me.

"So good," I moaned.

"Fuck, you're crazy." York bit my shoulder, dragging an undignified moan out of me.

If he kept this up, he was going to unlock more about me that I was positive he wasn’t ready for.

"Don't move. Are—Fuck, you're so tight. Are you okay?"

"No." My answer was strained as my boss restrained me. His arms were like bands around me, keeping me from letting loose and bouncing on his cock.

"Are you hurt?" Worry bled into his voice, giving me pause.

"No, I want to move. This feels good. Fuck me, York."

There was a moment of pause before he loosened his hold just enough for me to move my hips again. Pleasure flared to life, stripping me bare and soaking into my very being. I lifted up a little before slamming back down. York let me set the pace, his hands stayed on my waist, no doubt leaving bruises from how hard he gripped me. I bounced on his cock like a man possessed. My entire body was in heaven as I fell prey to pleasure.

My head fell back, resting on my shoulders as I twisted my hips going down. York's cock hit my prostate and I saw fucking stars. My climax slammed into me like a freight train leaving nothing behind as it rocked through me. Cum splashed over my torso. I had avoided jerking off, trying to prolong how long we fucked, but it was pointless.

"Damn, you're so tight," York groaned.

I slowed down but York didn't care. His hold on my hips helped him to keep me moving. My body was in an endless loop of ecstasy as York used my hole, chasing after his own orgasm.

York snapped his hips up three more times before he stilled. He pressed his face between my shoulder blades, and I instantly regretted not facing the other way. We crashed to the bed and York's cock slowly slid out of me. It felt like I was gaping open. The only thing that would have made it better would be York’s cum dripping out of my ass.

I'm going crazy.

Even after that, I still thought about jumping back on York. If my legs worked, I would.

Breathing heavily, we laid next to each other. Normally, I'd be getting out of wherever I was. But I wasn't ready for York to leave. I turned over on my side, and as if on cue, York followed suit. His arm wrapped around my side and he snuggled up against me. Two men who weren't dating, were technically enemies, and worked together, cuddled like they were more.

I'd laugh at myself if it didn't feel so good. A comfortable silence settled over us for a moment. I calmed down even more, relishing in the pain and pleasure still lingering in my body.

"My informant is scared. I think they're going to run," York said, breaking the quiet moment.