Never Say Never (Vitale Brothers, #4)

by Brea Alepoú

"How old do you think I am?" "Take the shot, York."

"Never say never,” I said. “You don't know what will happen tomorrow. Or tonight."

"There are other things we could do that wouldn't require any talking."

"No." "You know, you're really hurting my pride here."

"Am I really not your type,...

He downed another shot of Tequila and just under his breath, barely over the thumping music and noise from the crowd of people, I heard him. "You are."

"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.

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,"

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.

Can you keep up, old man?"

"Old man," I mused. "I'm only eleven years older than you. That's not such a large gap." "No, it isn't,"

"Then again, I like older men. It's probably some deep seated daddy issues," he mused.

"You have daddy issues? What kind?"

"Nope. We're not talking about stuff like that tonight. We're han...

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

"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?"

"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?"

"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...

"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."

"Look who's got a little danger in him after all." That's not the only thing I'd like in me.

"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.

"Paul." "Hmm?" "I—I..."

"Paul, wait." I tried again to find my voice. "This is wrong. I'm your boss, we can't⁠—" "We can,"

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?"

"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?"

"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,"

I changed my mind."

"Don't be like that. Come on, let me touch that big dick again," he groaned, his eyes filling with lust. "Fine."

"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 bes...

"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."

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,"

"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 t...

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 pic...

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,"

"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." "Y...

"Tell me to stop then. I don't think you will...

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

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?"

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...

"Want to stick around for another drink? Or are you calling it a night?"

"One more," I answered. He smiled. "That's what I like to hear. Let's get out of here."

plans." York cleared his throat. "Okay, good." "Why, want to come over?" "I will hang up, Paul." "Don't, sorry. Go ahead."

"I was planning on going out again and was wondering if you'd come along."

"Dancing seems like a lot of work, maybe we should take it to the next level,” I said. "The next level? What are you talking about?" "Dinner." "Paul, we can't⁠—"