Never Say Never (Vitale Brothers Book 4)

Chapter 4

What the hellam I doing?

Partying with Paul Gallo was the worst idea I”d ever had. So, why didn”t I stop, turn around, and go home?

”Come on, you gotta put your back into it!” Paul yelled over the music before he popped his hands on his knees and started shaking his ass in a way that was both appealing and hilarious.

”Will you stop that?”

”Nope! You gotta twerk with me or I won”t!”

”What the hell is wrong with you?”

”So much.” He laughed.

I didn”t doubt that. Paul continued to make a fool of himself, and I stupidly laughed. The warmth in my chest started to consume it, but I quickly decided to douse that feeling with another shot of the velvety tequila that Paul had picked out. It was cheap, but good. I didn”t expect Paul to know anything about alcohol. He was good at his job, sure, but I never thought about who he was when he clocked out and went on about his life.

Okay, so that was a bit of a lie. Mostly, I thought about what a poon-hound he was. Paul had a different person in his bed every night, a majority within the building we worked in. He was the type of man that didn”t form attachments, who wasn”t looking for a relationship. He just wanted a bit of fun.

Doesn”t that make him perfect then? I don”t want anything from him, and look at him, he”s attractive. Very attractive.

Paul”s bleach blond hair and blue eyes weren”t what I usually went for in a guy. I”d started learning that I was far more attracted to dark hair, dark eyes, strong builds or men with a bit of a tummy. So, why was I still so into him? He smirked at me, and my heart skipped a beat.

That was why. Paul was just... Paul. His personality was infectious, his smile sly and sure. The man had so much confidence, it bled into every part of his day, while I only excelled at work. Here, in The Apple, I was lost in a sea of men who knew what they wanted and were going after it, while I was hesitant to even start.

”Loosen up, York!”

Paul pressed his ass into my crotch, tucked himself against my body, and started to move in ways that made my body come alive. My cock twitched, the first time it had done that in ages around a real, live male. It was different than porn. It felt more thrilling.

”This is much too close,” I informed Paul.

He took my arm and wrapped it around his body. My hand slid over his clothed abs before he lifted his shirt and pressed my palm against his skin. Heat radiated against my flesh. Alive, throbbing, dappled with sweat. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of faint cologne, not too loud, something that smelled like the ocean.

God, this was a bad idea.

We both slammed against the bar trying to catch our breaths. I was regretting the sensible shirt and shoes now because sneakers and a T-shirt would have been a lot better of an idea. Paul held up two fingers to the bartender. He passed me a shot, a lime, and some salt and winked at me.

”Can you keep up, old man?”

I rolled my eyes, slammed the shot, and winced as it burned down my throat. When I licked my lips, I watched Paul”s eyes follow the movement.

”Old man,” I mused. ”I”m only eleven years older than you. That”s not such a large gap.”

”No, it isn”t,” he said and then shrugged as he finally glanced away, taking whatever thoughts had been brewing behind those blue eyes with his gaze. ”Then again, I like older men. It”s probably some deep seated daddy issues,” he mused.

I raised a brow. ”You have daddy issues? What kind?”

Paul blinked before he shook his head. ”Nope. We”re not talking about stuff like that tonight. We”re hanging out.”

”Are we?”

He raised two hands. ”I don”t see you talking to anyone else.”

Well, he had me there. Paul was the first person I”d come to this place and actually stuck around for. The last one was annoying, talking about how tight his ass was, as if that was supposed to entice me when I”d never even been inside of a man before. I had no idea how that felt. The one before that was successful, strong, and boring. I could go on and on, the point was that at the end of the night, I went home alone and ultimately more lonely than I”d been before I even tried. I”d resolved myself to the fact that I would probably be alone for the rest of my life, but I”d wanted to give it one more chance.

And then I ran into Paul.

”So, is this some kind of goal for you?” I asked as he ordered two margaritas.

”What do you mean?” he asked, distracted as he told the bartender what we wanted. Not that he”d asked me, but he still slid me a peach one. My favorite flavor.

”I mean, you getting to screw your boss.”

Paul choked on the margarita. I reached over and slammed my hand on his back as he tried to draw in air. Finally, he wiped at his mouth and straightened up before he glared at me.

”What are you trying to do? Kill me?”

”It was a simple question,” I said.

”Was it? Who was talking about screwing you? Why would you just bring that up?”

I shrugged. ”I”m observative. Yes, you joke about it a lot, but tonight, it”s more so in your eyes. I can see you wondering if you have a chance to get me into bed.”

Paul”s jaw dropped, and I chuckled as he was rendered speechless. God knew that was a very rare thing. I enjoyed the way he squirmed around in his seat now.

”So, are you going to answer the question?” I asked.

”What was it again?”

I laughed. ”Are you trying to screw me like I”m some type of goal? What? Do you get bragging rights at work the next day?”

Paul scoffed. ”What do you think I am?”

”A...” I chose my words carefully. ”I think you”re someone who likes to conquer things. People.”

”And if I was, you would have a problem with that?”

”Who wouldn”t?” I asked, raising a brow.

Paul”s signature smirk returned. ”You”d be surprised. Most people want me because I”m a fun night, a bit of a break in their otherwise boring or depressing worlds. I like that. Anything more and I become a man no one would want to deal with.”

”What does that mean?” I implored.

He turned to face me fully. ”It means I like what”s mine, to be mine. And when I care, I really fucking care. You like your freedom, right?” When I nodded, he smiled once more, but it was disconnected from his eyes. ”If you were mine, I wouldn”t give it to you. I don”t give a damn. I would want you near me every single day and night. I would consume you. Most people can”t handle that.”

I stared at him, searching his face to see if he was joking around again. What I saw back was complete and utter seriousness. A nervous wave of excitement traveled through my body. I grabbed my drink, swallowed some, and hummed in appreciation. It was good. This was... fun.

”Let”s dance some more,” Paul said as he took my hand. ”Come on, you”re not tired already, right?”

It was my turn to scoff. ”You keep insinuating that I”m some old man that can”t match every bit of energy you give out. You”re mistaken.”

Paul whistled. ”Look who”s got a little danger in him after all.”

That”s not the only thing I”d like in me.

I paused at my own thoughts. As if Paul had read my mind, he laughed and dragged me onto the dance floor. Between the drinks and the dancing, my solid stance of ”no way in hell” was softening. Paul didn”t need to be in my bed every night or wake up there every morning. Maybe just one night, just one chance to explore who I was could be all I needed. I was forty-six years old. Shouldn”t I at least have a chance to figure myself out? Besides, it wasn”t like I”d ever seen anyone give Paul a bad review.

”Follow me!” Paul called over the music as the last song petered out only to be threaded into a new one.

”Where are we going?”

When he didn”t answer, I hesitated. As he moved through the crowd, however, I went with him. We both slipped into the bathroom and Paul stepped into a stall. As I moved closer, he dragged me inside, shoved my back against the wall and closed the door. As the lock flicked, my heart leaped into my throat. The world was fuzzy around the edges, soft and inviting in a way it shouldn”t be inside of some dingy nightclub bathroom.

”What are we doing in here?”

”Having a little fun.” Paul laughed as he pressed up against me. He reached between us and I felt the snap of my jeans as they came undone.

I sucked in a breath. ”Paul.”

”Hmm?”

”I—I...”

Words wouldn”t come as he opened my jeans and pushed his hand into my boxers. His fingertips grazed my lower belly, stroking the curly, black hairs that decorated my flesh. He pushed down, and I sank a bit as he touched my cock.

”Paul, wait.” I tried again to find my voice. ”This is wrong. I”m your boss, we can”t?—”

”We can,” he muttered, his mouth against my neck so that the words vibrated on my skin. ”It”s just a little bit of fun. Nothing more. We can pretend it never happened on Monday.”

The idea was tempting. I tried to think of a million reasons to make him knock it off, but the truth was that I didn”t want to. I”d had a good time for once, why couldn”t I have a little more?

Paul exposed my cock, and I sucked in a sharp breath. He did the same, opening his jeans and revealing his length. Pale, pink flesh slightly curved to the right graced my view. I was drawn in by the veins that ran up his dick, the way it pulsed in his palm.

”What? You”ve never seen such a great dick before?” Paul joked. When I continued to stare at it and then him, his eyes widened. ”Or have you not seen one at all?”

”Seen them,” I muttered. ”Haven”t spent more than a few minutes with one.”

Paul blinked. ”Seriously?”

I shrugged. Explaining to guys that I was new to this always seemed to be a turn off to them, especially because I didn”t fall into the twink area of life. They looked at me, judged me a top, and expected me to have read the gay bible on the world”s best sex positions. It felt embarrassing to be my age and not know how to please anyone.

Or if I even could.

”Let”s start slow,” Paul said as he reached into his pocket. ”Has anyone ever jerked you off before?”

”A bit,” I admitted. ”It was a long time ago.”

Paul grinned. ”Bet I do it better.”

”Don”t be cocky.”

”It”s really hard not to,” he mused.

I knocked his hand away from my length. ”I changed my mind.”

Paul chuckled and lifted a packet of lube to his mouth. He ripped it open with his teeth. ”Don”t be like that. Come on, let me touch that big dick again,” he groaned, his eyes filling with lust.

”Fine.”

His grin grew. ”You say fine like I”m a pain in the ass, but I can see you want it too. Every time I touch you, your hips jerk toward me.”

I watched in real time as my body did just that. Groaning, I tried to ignore the way he laughed at me, but it was pretty damn funny. One night, and Paul had me wrapped around his finger in the best way.

”Hold this,” he said as he passed me the lube.

Paul reached back into his pocket and pulled out a condom. He tugged it on, rolling it down the length of his cock before he looked up at me and gestured for the lube. I passed it over, bewildered.

”Better safe than sorry, you know?” he said. ”Besides, I figured you”d be more comfortable this way. And since it”s been a while, I”ll let you get all those good sensations.”

I blinked at him. ”I have no idea what to say to that.”

”You don”t gotta say nothing, boss.”

My chest tightened. I opened my mouth to speak, but all the words were knocked right out of me as he pressed our cocks together. Cool, wet lube lathered up my flesh before he began to stroke. My head fell back, the wind knocked out of me. I”d forgotten how good it felt to be touched by someone who wasn”t me. The unpredictability of their hands, the firmness of their touch, the heat that felt like liquid fire wrapped around my length.

I was in heaven.

”Fuck,” I groaned.

”Is that Mr. Washington cursing without being pissed off at someone? Shocking!”

”Shut up,” I ground out through gritted teeth. ”Keep going.”

He clicked his tongue. ”You”re even more demanding now than you are at work.”

”That”s a lie.”

”Yeah.” He chuckled. ”It is. You”re ten times worse at work.”

”Stop. Talking.”

Paul”s laughter made me moan harder as he continued to touch me. Every pass of his hand over my skin made goosebumps travel over my arms. I kept my mouth snapped shut for as long as possible before a pant fell from my lips. I writhed against him, needing and wanting more. His hand picked up speed and the laughter slowly fell away until he was moaning with me.

Reaching down, Paul lifted his shirt and tucked it into his teeth. I appreciated the view. His skin was a bit on the pale side for me, I did enjoy a good tan, but I could also tell that if he ever went out into the sun, he would be a bronzed god. Abs that looked as if they were etched in stone looked good and made sense on him. He liked going to the gym, especially during difficult cases, and it showed. My eyes glanced at a few scars that littered his body. I briefly wondered what they were from before I was drawn back to what we were doing and my questions were forgotten.

My balls tightened as a rush of pleasure came over me. I held my breath and it stuck in my throat as my chest rose and fell. Paul”s eyes took on a devious glint and he moved faster. He used both hands instead of one, squeezing more tightly than before. I groaned, my back sliding down the wall as I tried to keep myself upright.

”Fuck, you look good,” Paul moaned. I missed the view of his abs, but his voice was just as good. ”I never thought I”d see you like this in real life. I want to take a picture of this moment. The great York Washington looking flushed, sweaty, and out of it.”

”You talk too... too… Fuck. You talk too much!”

Paul chuckled. ”Tell me to stop then. I don”t think you will. You love it.”

I swallowed a groan and closed my eyes as a wall of pleasure slammed into my chest. My back arched, my feet planting more firmly to keep myself upright. A moan slipped free as I cried out.

”Cum for me,” Paul groaned. ”Go on, you can do it. I want to know what my boss tastes like.”

It shouldn”t have been my tipping point, but it was. My eyes flew open, my chest squeezed, and I came so hard the world grew dark around the edges. Paul joined me, stroking me past the point of pleasure into the area of pain, and yet I still didn”t want him to stop. He came hard, his body tightening before he panted and looked up at me with a devilish grin.

”See? That felt good, right?” he asked.

Before I could respond, Paul reached down, ran his finger through the cum that still rested on my cock, and shoved it into his mouth. The moan that fell from his lips made my cock twitch. I almost wished I had more in me, but I knew I was spent for a while.

”What now?” Paul asked as he pulled off the condom and flushed it down the toilet. He started cleaning us both up, and I didn”t object. ”Want to stick around for another drink? Or are you calling it a night?”

I searched his face, trying to decide if I should run or indulge. Paul searched my face, giving me puppy eyes. Finally, I gave in. ”One more,” I answered.

He smiled. ”That”s what I like to hear. Let”s get out of here.”

I didn”t question him this time. Instead, I adjusted my clothes, washed up at the sink, and went back to making a stupid mistake without missing a single beat.