Chapter 6
Leaving had been a harderdecision than I thought it would be. Even coming to this meetup—I refused to call it a date—had been a hell of a leap for me. So for Paul to decide to ditch me before the appetizers had even arrived felt even more like a betrayal.
”He doesn”t owe me anything. Nothing.”
I tried to reason with myself, but it was still hard to stomach. Had he gotten upset over me talking about Dawn? Or was that call from someone who he found more important?
Dating for me had always gone like this. I was smart, successful, and confident when it came to work, but when it came to love, that was a different story. Relationships were a battlefield, littered with pitfalls and disasters just waiting to happen. I tended to bumble, to be indecisive and awkward. And everyone else in the world had so much experience. Surely, they could see right through me...
I shoved my hands into my pockets as I picked up the pace. Whatever expression I wore at least helped because people moved left and right to get out of my way. Thank God.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced down at it and saw Paul calling. My stomach tightened. I quickly shoved the phone away and picked up speed. Either I could grab a taxi or I could walk back to my place. I decided to walk. It would give me time to cool down and sort through my thoughts.
Why did I even agree to dinner? I just wanted to feel good for another night. This was idiotic, York.
My phone started buzzing again, but I ignored it this time. If it was the nanny, her call would ring. It was the only one that did. Otherwise, it wasn”t important.
Paul wasn”t important.
I laughed at myself a little. Was I seriously like the others he”d taken to bed? Seriously? I had been ditched by a man who I hadn”t even gone past third base with. It was annoying. So why did it bother me so much?
”York! Hey, York!”
I jolted as I heard his voice. My footsteps faltered for a moment before I told myself to keep going.
”Come on, don”t be like that! York!”
I paused and turned so abruptly that his chest smashed into mine. We grunted, and I took a step back while I reached out to steady him. He groaned, rubbing at his chest as he winced at me.
”Jesus, you are one sturdy man.”
”What do you want, Paul?” I asked, an exasperated sigh leaving my lips.
”Where the hell did you go?” he asked.
I glanced around us. ”What do you mean? Clearly, I”m going home. You seemed preoccupied.”
Paul”s eyebrow shot up. ”I had to take a stupid call from my sister,” he said. ”What? Did you think I ditched you?”
I stiffened. Yes, that was exactly what I”d feared. I had tried to swallow it, to tell myself not to do something neurotic and simply wait, but my mind was a dangerous place when I was left alone. Besides, waiting around for someone who I just wanted to hop into bed with felt somewhat pathetic.
”I didn”t ditch you!” Paul said. ”Come on, why would I do that? I”ve been trying to get you into bed for years. Why would I mess up now, huh?”
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. That shouldn”t make me feel anything, but it did. The man was a moron, but he was also fun. Exciting. New. So far, I liked that feeling.
”Listen—” I started.
Paul shoved a finger against my lips. ”Shhh. Burgers, fries, good stuff. We”ll pretend it didn”t happen.”
I stared at him as if he”d lost his mind. Slowly, I plucked his finger from my lips. Paul looked at me, grinning. It was as if he knew he”d already won. Groaning, I started to turn to walk away, but he bounced right back into my path.
”Hey, if we”re out here for too long, someone might see us from work,” he pointed out. ”Are you sure you want to just be roaming the streets of New York like this?”
I stiffened. Damn it. Paul knew just what to say to make me rethink. I glanced around as if I”d run into one of the people on my team. Instead, there was nothing but a sea of unfamiliar faces. When I looked back at Paul, his knowing grin had grown.
Paul grabbed my hand, and I stared at our interlocked fingers as he drug me to the parking garage that we”d used earlier. As soon as we reached the car, I went for the passenger door, but my hand slipped from the handle. Paul turned me around, and I stared as he shoved me against the car and pressed up against me.
”Why did you want to see me so badly today, anyway?” he asked. ”Did you miss me?”
”I thought we could fool around again,” I said truthfully, my neck burning as the words left my lips. ”We had a sufficiently decent time. I figured, why not try it again?”
”The same or do you want something more?” Paul asked.
I shifted, trying to relieve the building tension in the pit of my stomach. Paul noticed it, his eyes darkened, and his hand slipped into the front of my pants. I sucked in a breath as his fingers brushed over my pubes. He petted them as he leaned closer to me.
”Let”s skip dinner then,” he suggested. ”My place?”
”I don”t know about that,” I said.
”Let me change your mind.”
Before I could object, his mouth was on mine. My eyes widened as my body leaned toward him all on its own. Paul”s groans filled my ears, making my body light up as his hand continued to tease and explore. He drifted close to, but never touched, my cock as he pressed his tongue against the seam of my lips. I opened, accepting him. Our mouths crashed together, lips eager and desperate as I gave into the kiss.
Shit, this is too far. I should have stuck to screwing around. What if?—
Every thought was knocked out of my head as Paul”s tongue swirled in ways that left me dizzy. He was an expert, where I was a fumbling beginner. Paul pulled me forward and shoved me into the back of the car once the door was open. He climbed in after me, sat on my lap, and shoved his lips against mine once more. I sucked in a breath and a moan fell free.
”Look at that,” Paul mumbled. ”My boss is moaning for me in the backseat of my car. Fuck, that”s so hot.”
”Every time you speak, I regret this,” I informed him.
He chuckled. ”Yet, you”re not telling me to get off. All you”re doing is grinding that big, thick dick up against me like you want more.”
I scoffed. ”You don”t know anything.”
”I know enough,” Paul answered. ”I know you want me.”
I swallowed my words because I couldn”t lie and say I didn”t when he was straddling me, his hand gripping my chin as he stared at me with pure desire in his eyes. Seeing that look directed at me while my pulse throbbed and my cock twitched made me want to toss him off and demand he do more than his endless goddamn talking.
My lips parted and Paul took the chance to capture my mouth again. The kiss deepened, his fingers pressing and rubbing over my skin, setting me on fire with every bit of flesh that he stroked. My hips raised as I sought out more of him, needing it. I hadn”t cum so hard in my life since he”d stroked us together in the club. I wanted... No, I needed to feel that again. All of my worries had melted away, my brain had been clear, and after the inevitable hangover the next day, I”d been able to work better than I had in ages. Paul was a magical elixir that I desperately wanted to swallow.
My lips were still sore.
I followed Paul into his place, my clothes slightly disheveled, and my cock hard. This wasn”t what I was supposed to be doing. Going to his home felt too personal. I would have opted for a hotel, but he insisted this was fine.
”Give me one minute to straighten up my room. You can wait on the sofa.”
I nodded as we stepped inside. I wasn”t sure what I expected to see, but a white room with motel room art and pristine white couches wasn”t it. Paul disappeared down the hall and I looked around. It seemed as if Paul had simply moved in and was using all the original furniture that was already in the place. Nothing screamed him.
My fingers drifted over a potted plant. Rubber met my fingertips, dust clinging to my skin. I quickly wiped my hands off on each other and went to the kitchen to wash them for good measure. If I didn”t know this place was Paul”s, I would have believed it belonged to any other middle-aged person on the planet.
Odd.
”You”re not snooping, are you?” Paul called.
I turned, but he was nowhere in sight. I figured he was still down the hallway. ”No,” I said. ”Would it be a problem if I was?”
”Of course not. I don”t have anything to hide.” He laughed.
Apparently not. There were no family pictures on the walls, no dishes in the sink, nothing that spoke to who he was or what he enjoyed doing. Normally, this kind of place would be a red flag for me. It was like no one really lived here, but I remembered when he moved in, some of the team had helped. And his things were here, they were just more organized, clean, and plain than I had expected from Paul.
Why am I overanalyzing everything?
”Hey,” Paul called.
I turned, and he stood in the entryway to the kitchen, staring at me. The grin was gone and in its place was a dark look that filled his blue eyes. My heart squeezed.
”Yeah?”
”Come on,” he said. ”I thought you wanted me.”
I swallowed thickly and nodded as my mouth decided to forget how to speak. Paul”s grin returned. He took my hand and dragged me down the dimly lit hall to his bedroom. It was the same as the rest of the house, but there were family photos here at least. I felt at ease at the photo that was clearly his mother and father along with him as a boy.
”Are you going to stare or are you going to get naked?” Paul asked.
I turned to him. ”Are you always so vulgar?”
”As much as I can be,” he said as he closed the space between us. ”I feel like it cuts right through the bullshit.” Paul”s hands tugged at my pants, unbuttoning them so swiftly, it took me a moment to realize that he had.
”What are we doing?” I asked.
”Depends,” Paul answered. ”You”re a newbie, so I can go slow. Or I can start you off on a harder level.”
I swallowed again. ”What”s a harder level?”
Paul smirked. ”You”ll see.”
Damn, I really wanted to. Paul”s hands worked swiftly, peeling me out of my clothes. Before I knew it, I was stripped down to my boxers. He gripped my cock and palmed me through my underwear.
”Fuck, you”re so hot. I thought it was just the drinking and dancing that night, but your skin is like fire.”
”Every time you talk, I never know what to say.”
”You don”t need to say a thing,” he said as he turned us around and walked me backwards. When I toppled into his bed, he stopped and stripped in front of me. My eyes drank him in. ”Let me see your cock.”
”What”s the magic word?” I asked.
Paul climbed on top of me. ”Now. Show me that fucking cock.”
I writhed on the bed, hooked my thumbs into my boxers, and slid out of them. They moved over my skin, exposing me to his eager eyes. When he stood up again and resumed undressing, he kept his gaze on my body. He drank in every inch of me, making me feel like I was under a microscope. Normally, I hated that feeling. But with Paul, the desire that fueled him made it feel so much hotter than it should be.
Paul moved back to the bed, and I shifted to give him space. He sat between my thighs, leaned down, and ran his fingers over my skin.
”You never answered,” he said. ”Beginner level or something more?”
”Beginner,” I stuttered out, tripping over my words.
He smiled. ”Beginner it is.”
Paul lowered his head toward me, and I forgot how to breathe. His tongue ran up the side of my heated flesh before he swirled it around the head of my cock. I groaned, my nails digging into the blanket as I watched him, stunned. I”d had a few blow jobs in my life, but they were few and very far in between. And only one with a man. God, I had forgotten just how amazing it felt.
Or maybe Paul was simply better.
My head tilted back as I fully gave in to the feeling of his mouth on me. I reached out, grabbed a handful of blond locks, and shoved his head down as he came up for air. Paul gagged. I quickly pulled my hand away and gazed at him while he stared at me with wide eyes.
”Sorry,” I said. ”Got excited.”
”Shut the fuck up and do it again.”
I raised a brow, but his face was serious. As Paul went back down, I grabbed his hair and flexed my hips up sharply. The resulting gag and tightening of his throat made me see stars. I moaned, my breath airy as I used his throat like a cock sleeve. I”d tried those before too, and they weren”t nearly as fun as Paul.
”Shit,” I groaned.
Paul lifted his head and I scoffed. I had been right there on the brink, why did he have to stop? He smirked at me.
”Have you ever had anything in you? Ever?”
I shivered. ”You have to bring this up now?”
Paul shrugged. ”It”s a valid question.”
”Yes,” I answered his question. ”Never anything beyond a finger though.”
His eyes lit up. ”You”re practically a virgin, you know that?”
I sat up quickly. ”If you”re going to make fun of me?—”
”Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweet cheeks. I never said I was making fun of you. Honestly, I think it”s hot that you”ve touched so few people in your life. You”re disciplined, upstanding, successful. But you blush when we talk about your lack of experience. I don”t know, you looking like a sex god, but being virtually untouched makes my dick so fucking hard for you, I just want to slide myself in your ass until my balls touch your skin, and fuck you until you cry for me.” He licked his lips. ”Respectfully.”
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.