Never Say Never (Vitale Brothers Book 4)

Chapter 11

Wig discarded,contacts back in, and freshly showered, I was ready for York the moment he knocked on the door. I ran over to it, opening it with a huge smile on my face and my shirt open. Water still clung to me, in turn soaking into my clothes. York”s face was blank as he stood outside my door. His dark brown eyes traveled down the length of my body, admiring every bare inch. I didn”t expect him to jump me and beg for my cock but the moment our eyes locked, I knew he wasn”t just over for sex.

I moved to the side, giving him space to walk into my home. ”Come in.”

York moved past me, his broad shoulders brushing against my chest and his cologne tickling my nose. Need was already coursing through my veins along with the high from my kills. I was wired like a coke addict. Any touch from York was bound to send me into a frenzy. The smart choice would have been to call a rain check and go fuck some nameless body or three for the night. After a little fun in blood, I tended to need the mental and physical release that only came after a mind breaking orgasm.

I wasn”t too sure York was ready for that level. Or for anything at all. For all I knew, he could have come over to talk, maybe break off whatever the fuck we were doing. The dates weren”t dates and the sex was… fuck, it was good. We hadn”t done any form of penetration yet, and I swore I was hooked. Touching York, watching the way he lost himself to pleasure, was something to behold. Knowing I was one of the select few that was granted permission to take pleasure in his body only heightened the experience.

”What were you doing?”

I locked my door, following behind him as he took a seat on the couch. I”d probably sat on the thing possibly five times. One of the random items that was bought in bulk when I assumed my new role in life. Nothing about it was my kind of style, my place wasn”t even mine. Everything in it was generic and felt almost sterile. I”d kept it that way over the years. I”d never get used to being this person, not when I knew who I really was.

”Not much. Went to have a little fun at the batting cages.” I grabbed a glass from the kitchen and browsed the bit of alcohol I did have in the cabinets. ”Tequila or bourbon?”

”Neither,” York said. He leaned back on the sofa looking out of place on the pristine white fabric. It was nothing like his huge, comfortable sectional that fit his home decor and was more inviting. ”I didn”t come over here to drink.”

I grabbed the bourbon anyways pouring him two fingers worth over a few cubes of ice. I made my way into the small living room and handed a glass to him anyway. I sipped on my own, hoping the booze took off some of the edge. My skin felt tight, as if one wrong breath would make me pop.

”Why did you come over?” I asked.

York looked at the drink, his hands engulfed the glass and my stupid brain took that imagery to the next level. Imagining those big hands were wrapped around my throat while my cock was buried in his virgin hole. My dick twitched, and I hurriedly blinked away the thought.

Calm the fuck down.

”I don”t know.”

”All right.” I downed my glass and pushed his up to his mouth. ”Finish it.”

York lifted a brow, not following my orders. At times like this, I wanted to force him, but I knew there was no forcing York Washington. The man wasn”t someone to take lightly; it was one of the many reasons I had such a hard-on for him.

”I didn”t come over to get drunk.”

”One drink won”t get you drunk. Now, drunk off dick, that”s a different story.”

”Paul, I?—”

I snatched the glass out of his hand and tilted it back, filling my mouth with bourbon. York”s mouth opened in surprise, and I took the chance for what it was. He could punch me or do whatever the fuck he wanted as long as he fucking touched me. I was going crazy and it was taking everything in me to act normal, but right now, the Paul persona was bleeding away and Gianpaolo needed to roll in his need.

I gripped his chin, keeping him steady as I fed him bourbon from my mouth. Some spilled out, coating my fingers in the spicy liquid. Pressing my thumb against the side of his throat, I encouraged York to swallow. He did, his dark brown eyes never wavering from our locked gaze. The intensity in which he watched me only made me want him more. I followed the bourbon, swiping my tongue over York”s, tasting him and the liquor. It was a rush straight to my cock. A groan spilled out of me as pleasure from a simple kiss had me in a choke hold. Maybe it was because I was on a high after taking care of my family”s problem, but I was certain York could slap my ass and I”d cum right now.

”Talk later,” I said, pulling back from the kiss just long enough to pull York off the sofa.

He stared at me, his gaze dropping from my eyes to my lips. There was undeniable hunger shimmering back at me that I wanted nothing more than to answer.

”I”m not sure what I”m ready for.”

”Fuck, you being a virgin while looking like this.” I gestured up and down York”s huge frame. He wasn”t a small man by any means. Neither was I. I worked out and had the body to prove it, but even so, I was still no match for York in the body department. ”Is driving me crazy.”

”Not a virgin.”

I nodded. ”I know.” I moved closer, pressing our bodies against one another. The heat wafting off him soaked into my skin, adding to the delicious tingles covering me from head to toe. ”But you have no idea what it does to me to know I”m the one who gets to teach you so much.”

York audibly swallowed. My hands traveled up and down his body, seeking out his flesh. The clothes needed to go. Any barrier between us was either going to be burned or cut off at this point. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt.

”Five, four, three?—”

”Why are you counting?”

Two—”

”Paul?”

”One.” I pulled in opposite directions. The sound of fabric tearing apart filled my apartment. York”s shirt popped open and hung off his arms.

I didn”t wait for him to catch on. I drew him in for a kiss again. Our mouths crashed together, dragging us both into a frenzy of lust and pleasure. I couldn”t get enough. My fingers traveled over his expansive chest, over his dark nipples, bringing them both to stiff peaks as I feasted on his lips.

York”s hands moved over my chest, and before I knew it, he shoved me back. I back peddled a few steps, groaning from the loss of contact. I stared at him, trying to calm down after realizing I might have gone a little too far. My need was riding me and the one person I wanted to ride out the storm with was right there in front of me. I couldn”t be held accountable for my actions.

”York, I”m?—”

He moved toward me, his movements quick as he grabbed my jogging pants and ripped them off me. They fell to my ankles leaving me bare for him to see. I”d forgone underwear hoping the night would lead to us in bed. I stepped out of the pants, my cock heavy between my thighs. We stood there for a second. York”s gaze continued to flick between my face and my cock.

”You going to stare at it all night or touch me?”

”I don”t think you deserve to be touched,” York said. The smirk on his face was the only indication that he was playing with me. Still, my heart dropped.

”Why are you still dressed?”

York glanced down at his pants and then back at me.

”Five, four?—”

”Paul,” York growled. He unbuckled his belt, yanking it free and tossing it to the side. Making quick work of his pants, my boss was naked before my eyes while I struggled to remember the number three.

I swallowed, saliva pooling in my mouth as I took in a fully naked York.

”It should be illegal to look the way you do.”

York glanced down at himself as if not sure what I was talking about. I shrugged out of the open button up and grabbed his wrist. ”I”d do you on the couch but that thing is too small for the both of us.”

My bedroom was freshly straightened up. I had to be careful with York in my space. The smart option would be to take him to a hotel but there was no way. I wanted him in my home, his scent in my sheets.

”You”ve done a few on the couches? They aren”t roomy.”

I shook my head pushing him back and watching him fall against my bed. ”Never brought anyone over.”

York looked shocked, but I didn”t have time to break down my paranoia or why it didn”t apply to the one person it should. I was too wrapped up in having another taste of my boss. I dropped between his legs. Mouth opened wide.

”Paul, wai—Ah, fuck.”

Hot flesh filled my mouth, and instantly, I was engulfed in York”s natural musk. His thick cock filled my mouth, stretching it to the point of pain. I welcomed it all as I took in more. He wasn”t only long, but girthy. I twisted my tongue around the head just how I knew he liked it.

”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?”

”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.

”Why do you think that?”

York sighed, his breath fanning against the nape of my neck. ”I”ve been at this job for a long time. There are always signs.” He rolled over to his side, taking his heat with him. ”I tried to get them into protective custody, but with everything happening, the higher ups wanted more. We needed something concrete to hit the Vitales and the little tidbits of information wasn”t enough.”

”What if they testify?” I offered, knowing Marianna or her husband would never say another word. I flipped over to my back, watching York as he laid in my bed.

”No. She will not testify. I can”t blame her, she has a family. We both know what these guys are like.” He let out a dry laugh. ”They aren”t human.”

I was used to people talking about my family in a bad way. We”d been called demons, scum, thugs, psychopaths, all of it. It barely ever bothered me. Hearing it from York after what we”d just done left a sour taste in my mouth.

”Or are they protecting their families the only way they know how?”

York turned to stare at me, his dark eyes searching my face. It felt as if he was trying to see the real me. Back peddling, I mentally reminded myself that I was playing a role.

”That”s what they always say. I like to think that everyone has a reason.”

”And you think they do?” York shook his head. ”We”ve read the same cases. That family has no humanity.”

”If the world was so black and white, we would be out of a job,” I pointed out.

“Do you think so?” he mused.

We fell silent for a moment, neither one of us even moving. I wasn”t sure what to say. York saw things one way, when I saw it the other. I knew it would never work. I wasn”t looking for anything more than to bang my boss and I”d done it. So why in the fuck wasn”t I kicking him out or insinuating that he needed to go?

The thought of him walking out right now made me physically ill.

”Look—”

”Maybe—”

We both started talking at once. I shut my mouth and gestured for him to keep going.

”I don’t know if you’re right or wrong. The only thing I do know is that if my informant bails, it’ll make things harder.” York blew out a breath. ”I feel like every step forward, we go back ten more. The tension out on the streets is thick. I don”t feel safe sending the girls to school at this point. The Aceto”s are making moves along with the Triads. The Irish mob is backing up the Vitales. There are more gangs entering New York in preparation for the all-out war. I want to get this taken care of before it gets to that point. Innocent lives will be sacrificed if we allow it to happen.”

Nodding, I couldn”t help but agree. I was doing everything in my power not to let it get there, but I couldn”t explain that to him either.

”All we can do is what we can.”

York sat up, his muscles flexing underneath his brown skin. I couldn”t help but watch. My ass was exhausted but I wasn”t down for the count just yet. Even now, after having him already, I wanted more. This was a dangerous slope. I was an addict and I wasn”t certain I was ready to get clean just yet. Even if York wasn”t good for me.

”Anything you need me to do?”

”No, I”ll talk to them again. Hopefully, we can get something on the Vitales that will actually stick. Then I can get them in witness protection and make New York safer.”

”Let me know any other way I can help,” I said. I”d never betray my family, but a part of me genuinely wanted to help York. I knew how hard he worked and how much he sacrificed. If I could help him, I would.

”Thank you,” York said.

”For fucking your brains out? Because if so, you can thank me in other ways.” I winked up at him, admiring his body. I could easily stare at him in my bed all the time.

”No talking.” He smiled at me and it was genuine. His shoulders were relaxed and for the first time since he stepped foot into my apartment, the fun York was out. ”Talking to you is always easy. I wasn”t certain about bringing work up when we”re like this.” He gestured between us with an air of awkwardness hanging over him.

”Freshly fucked? Or gearing up for another round?”

”Another round?” York asked. His brows nearly kissed his hairline. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, tempting me further.

”Yeah, old man. You”ve had plenty of rest.”

He groaned. ”Don”t call me old man.”

I smirked, flipping over to my stomach and pushing up on my hands and knees. ”That”s right, you like when I remind you that you”re my boss.”

York”s cheeks flushed. He looked away for a second. I covered my mouth, barely hiding my laugh. York grabbed my wrist. I fell forward as he yanked me toward him. I crashed against his chest and groaned. Sex and the scent of us mixed together clung to his flesh. If I could bottle it up and keep it on me at all times, I would. Possibly spray it into a paper bag and sniff it throughout the day, getting high on our sex smells.

I”m fucked.