Forrest smiled and stepped closer, right into Rourke’s personal space. He could smell the spice of Rourke’s cologne, and the scent made Forrest’s cock twitch and take notice of every hard and gorgeous line in the masculine man in front of him. HewantedRourke so badly it hurt. “Please? Or should I take it from you?”
Forrest pressed his lips against Rourke’s, a gentle kiss at first. He could taste the whiskey against Rourke’s mouth, and he shoved his tongue in, chasing it. Rourke stiffened and then released the tension in his body. One arm curled around Forrest’s waist, and Rourke dragged him closer so their bodies were flush against each other.
Rourke broke the kiss and laid his forehead against Forrest’s. “You know we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“It’s a party,” Forrest whispered. “Everyone’s too busy fucking, or dry humping. They won’t notice.”
Someone cleared a throat behind them, and Rourke moved like someone set a fire beneath him. He jumped back from Forrest and straightened to his full height, flattening his hand not holding his drink along his suit. Forrest turned and smiled nervously at Sloan Killough and the men who were with him, including Conall and his generals.
“Sloan, welcome. I thought you’d be here earlier.” Rourke’s smile teetered on embarrassed as he stepped forward toward their boss and held out his hand.
Sloan took it with a smirk. “We were going to be, but someone was a little too eager to be fucked over the kitchen table.”
Conall glanced around as though searching for someone before he returned his attention on them. “Who was that?” The pink tinge of his pale cheeks told Forrest exactly who.
Sloan slapped Conall’s ass through the leather pants clinging to it like a second skin, and he moaned. “That’s a reminder of how red your cheeks still are from the car spanking, pet. Don’t make me give you another one in front of all these people.”
Conall’s lightning blue eyes darkened with lust. “That threat has an opposite effect of what you’re going for, sir. Actually, I was just admiring that chaise lounge over there and thinking how comfortable it would be for you to fuck me on my back.”
“Pet, you know I love it when you’re on your hands and knees so I can slide nice and deep inside you,” Sloan growled.
“Prove it.” Conall smirked and strode past Forrest toward the chaise he’d pointed at. Sloan slid off his jacket and handed it to Daire, before he followed Conall.
Forrest couldn’t look away. He should have, but as soon as Sloan threw Conall on the chaise and covered his lips with his own, Forrest focused solely on them and the way their bodies melded together, their tongues fucking each other’s mouths, and how Sloan dominated Conall in every possible way.
Their bodies pressed against each other eagerly, exploring with their hands in a way that made Forrest shiver. Killough slapped Conall’s thigh and Conall moaned, his spine curving and body bowing. Conall’s hands slid up and over his head, grabbing onto the top of the chaise until his knuckles turned white. His eyes darkened, tongue poking out and sliding over his lips when Killough broke the kiss.
Conall whispered something and Killough genuinely smiled, an intimate action that made Forrest’s heart slam against his ribs. He wanted that comfortable relationship with Rourke, where they didn’t care about the outside world and the people watching them.
The soft, tender moment Killough and Conall shared disappeared and Killough rose, grasping Conall’s shoulder and throwing him around onto his stomach. Pants came down and Conall’s bare, pale asscheek was met with a hard slap that Forrest could hear from where he stood. Conall buried his face into the chaise, fingers digging into the back of it while his back arched, ass tilted up toward Killough.
Killough dug his knee into the cushion beside Conall’s leg and his hands went to the belt, working on getting it undone.
Forrest’s breath caught and his cock plumped in his pants. If it hadn’t been for Rourke poking him in the ribs, he would have happily stayed there the entire night, watching them fuck. From what Conall said, they didn’t mind an audience anyway.
Forrest pouted at Rourke. “What? I was watching them.”
Rourke laughed. “You don’t get paid to watch the boss plow his pet.” The laughter slipped off his handsome face. “You get paid to let men fuck you.”
“Okay.” Forrest crowded in closer to him. “Want to fuck?”
“No.” Rourke’s lust-filled eyes told another story. “I have work to do.” But he didn’t move and his arms slithered around Forrest’s waist.
“I can take him off your hands if you’d like,” Jamie said from his spot beside Daire. The other generals wandered off, and Forrest noticed Lorcan found a young woman Forrest hadn’t met yet. She was friendly-looking—bright-eyed, young, and bushy-tailed—with no clue what her future held in a place like this.
Rourke’s jaw tightened, and his cold smile would have made any man flinch in fear. “I don’t need you to take him off my hands. I have a special client for Forrest. There are plenty of other men for you to enjoy.”
Daire snorted, muttered something Forrest didn’t hear, and shook his head, wandering off. Clearly he didn’t want any part of the conversation.
Jamie sniggered. He leaned in closer so only they could hear. “If you’re gonna fuck him, Rourke, do it while the boss is busy. Once he has his sights set on Conall, the whole world disappears.” Then he was gone too, heading toward Jagger. Forrest didn’t miss the flash of interest in Jagger’s face, or how he dropped the conversation he was holding with the movie star when Jamie got closer.
“Jagger would be in his element right now. If anyone loves sex more than me, it’s probably him.”
Rourke grasped Forrest’s wrist and dragged him toward the stairs. A surge of excitement danced low in his gut as he let Rourke manhandle him up the steps and toward Forrest’s bedroom. He threw open the door and pushed Forrest inside, slamming it shut behind him.
Rourke looked like a man possessed, gaze dark and cheeks flushed with need. He licked his lips, and Forrest felt Rourke’s desire as an empathetic ache in his own balls. His cock plumped, reminding him it did exist, thank you very much, and his hard-on, along with the rest of Forrest, wanted Rourke inside him.
“Are you finally going to fuck me?” Forrest teased, although he felt more nervous than he probably should. He’d let plenty of men fuck him, so why was Rourke different?
