“You never stop flirting, do you?”
Forrest chuckled. “With you? Never, boss.”
Rourke tugged his thumb out and sighed. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Forrest pointed at him over his shoulder. “Don’t fucking mention your rules. Remember my warning. Do you want your face full of my ass?”
Rourke’s eyebrows rose. “Did you hear me complain when I had my tongue in your hole?”
Forrest’s belly fluttered. “Nope. We definitely need to do that again. I want you to get me off with just your tongue in me, but no more chitchat. Put that fat cock in me.”
“I feel like I should be sayingyes, sirto you sometimes.”
“I wouldn’t mind it.”
Rourke slapped his ass with enough force to leave a burn. Forrest opened his mouth to protest about Rourke breaking his own rules, but whatever he was about to say caught in his throat when Rourke wet his cock with lube. He lined himself up with Forrest’s hole, shoving in.
Forrest bit his lip hard, whimpering and pleading. He spread his legs farther, giving Rourke more access, not that he needed it. Forrest didn’t think about all the other men he’d had inside him today because all that mattered was Rourke and the way he opened Forrest up. His touch sent electricity that Forrest craved through his body. He wanted what Rourke probably wasn’t willing to give. His asshole opened with Rourke’s intrusion, welcoming Rourke’s cock home, because it was always meant to be inside Forrest, or at least he felt that way. When Rourke’s balls hit Forrest’s, they both groaned.
“Move,” Forrest begged. “Please move. I want you to fuck me until I feel you into next week.”
Rourke stroked his back and over his shoulders. He paused in his exploration near the base of Forrest’s spine and he sighed. “Tell me how you got the bruises.”
Forrest looked over his shoulder in shock. “Your cock is inside of my tight hole and you’re asking about the bruises again? I must not be doing my job very well.” Rourke winced, and Forrest immediately regretted his choice of words. “I mean, this isn’t ajob, but I’m serious. Just fuck me.”
Disapproval flashed across Rourke’s face. “If someone is hurting you—”
Forrest sighed in annoyance. “Can we talk about this after we fuck? I’ll tell you everything. But first, let me get off, huh?”
Rourke stared for a second and then grabbed onto Forrest’s hips. He began pumping his cock in and out of Forrest’s hole, drilling into him in a way that made Forrest slide across the desk, no matter how hard he held on. Rourke knew how to work Forrest and his cock smashed right into Forrest’s prostate on every stroke. They’d barely begun and Forrest felt like he was on the verge of coming. His vision grew fuzzy and he scrunched his eyes closed so that he could concentrate on the pure bliss of having Rourke inside of him. He’d dreamed about this moment for seven months and it was finally happening.
Fuck. Perfect.Fucking perfect.
Rourke laid his front across Forrest’s back and curled his arms around Forrest’s upper arms and chest. He fucked into Forrest’s hole with a wild abandon that would make even the most trained workers blush at his skills.
Forrest grabbed Rourke’s hand and opened his mouth, sucking on Rourke’s fingers eagerly.
Rourke rocked into him, his width a reminder to Forrest of how much he needed and wanted this. The burning slide of Rourke’s thrusts pushed Forrest’s lust to the limits, and the thought that it’d be all over before it began terrified him. He wanted to drag this out as long as he could, enjoy the sensation of his dream man finally being inside of him.
A line of sweat coated Forrest’s forehead and he wiped at it with the back of his hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His chanting grew louder with every brush of Rourke’s cockhead against his prostate and Forrestknewhe’d explode soon. Even without touching his own cock, his control diminished with the way Rourke worked his body. It was all over.
Forrest dropped his forehead onto the desk and moaned low in his throat.
“Lift your hips,” Rourke ordered roughly in his ear, and Forrest did as he was told. Rourke reached around and grabbed Forrest’s cock, jerking it in time with his own pace.
It didn’t take long before Forrest’s nerves went haywire, building just under his skin until he felt like a fried circuit. His balls cuddled close to his body and his dick gave a final, triumphant jerk before strings of cum shot across Forrest’s belly. The orgasm hit him so hard the world went black for a short, scary moment, and Forrest thought he might have died and gone to this heaven Rourke believed in. Then he blinked and he was back in the room with Rourke, who panted heavily above him.
“Please,” Forrest whimpered, “Come in me. Breed me.”
“Fuck.” Rourke dropped his forehead in the middle Forrest’s shoulder blades. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Yes, fill my ass up.” Rourke trembled against his back and then he stiffened.
Forrest glanced over his shoulder, watching the beauty that was Rourke’s unfolding orgasm. His cheeks turned a ruddy red and his chin tilted back. His arms shook as he dug his fingernails into Forrest’s hips, leaving behind stinging bites that left Forrest’s belly stirring.
Forrest twisted to run his palm over Rourke’s chest. “That’s it. Fill me to the top with your cum.”
Rourke groaned, shaking through his orgasm, and Forrest felt hot jizz filling his hole.
