Forrest nearly whimpered just from his tone. He wondered if he could steal ‘yes, sir’from Conall. Surely he wouldn’t mind. Hell, he’d wear a collar for Rourke. “Please.”
“At least you have manners.” He pushed his tongue into Forrest again, and Forrest gripped the edge of the desk, face planted against the wood. Rourke’s fingers dug into his hips, stopping Forrest from creeping forward as Rourke’s tongue speared deeper into his hole.
“Fuck me. If this is heaven, I want to go to church every day,” Forrest groaned.
“Trust me, this isn’t anything like church.” Rourke laughed, the sound music to Forrest’s ears. He loved hearing Rourke’s happiness. “But you taste so good, baby.”
“Yeah? You want to eat me for dinner?” Forrest reached behind himself and petted Rourke’s cheek. “Make me scream, boss. Please.”
Rourke fucked his asshole good and hard, his tongue working Forrest open and making him sob. If Forrest had any doubts about whether Rourke had tongue fucked someone before, they were thrown out the window. Maybe he should be a professional because he certainly knew how to work a man’s hole.
Rourke tugged on Forrest’s hips, wrenching him back until his dick lost the friction of the desk. Forrest groaned in disappointment, but the sound changed to a whimper when Rourke clasped his dick, jerking it in time with his tongue. Pleasure tingled across his skin and the fiery heat made him flush. He wanted more.
As if hearing his inner thoughts, Rourke added two fingers beside his tongue, and Forrest flew into ecstasy. The world spun and he couldn’t decide if he wanted to shove his ass back onto Rourke’s tongue and fingers, or shift away so he didn’t come so fast. Rourke still had ahold of his cock, too, and he was so close to exploding that it hurt.
“No, no. Please. I don’t want to come like this. I want you inside me,” he pleaded. Rourke pulled his fingers out and let go of Forrest’s cock. He sighed in relief and glanced at Rourke over his shoulder. Smiling, he reached up to touch Rourke’s tie. “We need to get you out of those clothes.”
“You show me yours, I’ll show you mine,” Rourke teased.
Forrest held back a snort. “You’ve already seen me naked. Plenty of times.” He heaved himself away from the desk and stood in front of Rourke. He didn’t waste any time because his cock already felt like it was about to explode in a stream of cum. Sliding the delicate mesh top over his head, he grinned. “But it’s deal.” Forrest stepped out of the jeans still trapped around his knees and cocked his hip. “What do you think?”
“Hmm.” Rourke caressed Forrest’s belly, fingers dancing up his chest. He tweaked a nipple, making Forrest gasp. “Fucking gorgeous.”
Forrest batted away his hand. “Your turn.”
Rourke raised his eyebrows and laughed quietly. He stood from the chair and undid the belt of his pants. He threw it onto the desk, the metal bucklethumpingagainst the wood. He undid his button and fly before he slowly pushed his pants down his legs. When the cloth hit the floor he stepped free. His cock stood high and proud, thick and flushed a pretty red. Forrest’s knees nearly buckled. He wanted to get on the ground and worship that cock in his mouth, like he had in the car.
“Shirt next,” Forrest said, waving at Rourke’s chest.
Rourke licked his lips, and Forrest focused on the movement. That tongue had just been in his asshole. The thought caused a tingle to race right to his balls. The shirt came off slowly, one button after another being pushed through its hole, until Rourke slid it off his tanned shoulders and onto the ground, baring a lion tattoo on his right pectoral muscle. It stood on its back legs, roaring, in black ink.
Forrest wanted to feast on that golden skin. He wanted to devour every inch, discover every crevice until he knew what made Rourke squirm. “You’re built like a Greek god.” He placed his palm over Rourke’s pec and squeezed it. The muscle flexed under his touch.
“Exercise.”
“Not eating Southern fried chicken?” Forrest teased.
Rourke laughed. “No. Dinner with my family is cheat night, usually.”
“Mm. I like your idea of cheat night. So I have a question.” He pinched Rourke’s nipple. “What’s with the tattoo?”
Rourke glanced down at the lion and smiled. “A lion is brave and loyal, just like I am to Sloan. It’s a reminder to myself, after my father fucked us all over.”
Forrest smiled. “I like it. You know what else I like?”
“What?” Rourke’s sly grin told Forrest he already knew.
Forrest grabbed Rourke’s thick cock, squeezing it. “This. It’d be even better in my ass.”
“Turn around then.” Rourke grabbed him and spun him against the desk. Forrest grappled against the wood, surprised at the fast and rough action, but completely turned on by it too. His cock pressed against the sleek desk again and the friction made him moan.
Rourke’s thumb pressed at Forrest’s hole, and he shoved the tip of it in, the lingering lube helping guide him in. “You open up so easily. Eager little whore, aren’t you?”
“Your whore. Your bitch.” Forrest gripped the edge of the desk and closed his eyes as need made him squeeze instinctively around Rourke’s thumb. “I need your thick, juicy cock inside me. Spear me open and breed me.”
Rourke ran a hand down Forrest’s spine and grabbed his asscheek, grasping hard enough to hurt, and Forrest whimpered in desire. “You’re so hot.”
“Hot for you.”
