Page 40 of The Professional
Forrest sighed. “You do know that I’m going to have to clean that again now, right?”
“We’ve hired sex toy cleaners for a reason,” Rourke said as he walked back to where he’d been before.
Forrest twisted the top half of his body to stare at him. “I don’t trust other people to clean my sex toys.”
Rourke shook his head and grabbed Forrest’s asscheeks, digging his fingernails into the flesh. “Move up so I can sit on the bed behind you.”
Forrest wriggled forward on the bed, and the mattress dipped behind him when Rourke sat down. “Aren’t you going to get out of those clothes?”
“No, because I’m not going to fuck you.”
Forrest chuckled, but another slap landed on his ass cut the sound off. The sting shot through his body, and his chuckle turned into a moan. He squirmed when another one landed on his other cheek and then they were spread again and the string of his thong moved aside, making room for the pad of a finger touching his hole.
Forrest groaned, and his cock twitched from where its trapped position between his body and the mattress. “Stick it in.”
The finger disappeared, and Forrest heard one of his bedside drawers opening. The flick of a lid made him bury his face deeper into the pillow. He wanted itbad. When the digit returned and pushed into his tight, unstretched hole, Forrest moaned like the slut he’d always been. He didn’t need to fake it like he did sometimes with other men. Everything about Rourke’s touch set his body on fire.
With one hand, Rourke squeezed his left asscheek, holding onto the piece of material he’d moved aside, while his forefinger on his right hand worked into his hole like a pro. He curled it slightly and briefly brushed over Forrest’s prostate, and Forrest lost it. Groaning deeply, he spread his legs wider. He didn’t even care that there was a chance they could tear his new thong.
“Put another one in there.”
“Who’s in charge here, Forrest?” Rourke’s voice roughened with desire and the shift caused Forrest’s pleasure to intensify. Is this how Rourke would sound balls deep inside Forrest? He wanted to find out.
“You are. Maybe?” Forrest flicked a cheeky grin over his shoulder. “Make me shut up.”
“Is that a challenge?” Another finger joined the first and there wasn’t anything gentle about the way Rourke fucked them into Forrest. When he curled them, he hit the bullseye, and Forrest became a writhing mess of limbs as he rocked back against Rourke’s digits. He groaned, his own fingers clutching the pillow, right next to where he’d bitten into it. “I think I won.”
Forrest would have retaliated if Rourke hadn’t hit him in the right spot again and again to the point that Forrest forgot his own name. Whatwasit again?
He rutted against the bedsheets, the thong material doing nothing for friction against his cock.Fuck. The underwear needed to go.
“Please.” Forrest wriggled again.
“Please what?”
“I need to get out of this thong.” Another slap landed on his ass, and Rourke wrenched the thing at the waist. Forrest didn’t have the time to warn Rourke not to do it before the sound of ripping filled the room and the tightness of his underwear loosened. “Oh my God. They were new, Rourke!”
“Buy another pair. Lift your hips.” Rourke pulled the destroyed thong out from under Forrest.
“You monster,” Forrest teased.
“My dad always said I’d be a destroyer of panties, but I don’t think he expected those panties to be on a man.” He tilted his fingers, and Forrest gasped.
“You’re also a—oh-my-God-right-there—destroyer of men. You’ve ruined my clients for me.”
“Good.” Rourke placed a kiss between Forrest’s shoulder blades. A shiver ran down Forrest’s spine at the unexpected move. The kiss had been such a simple act of intimacy, but the feeling it gave Forrest was real and profound, and he wanted to feel that light touch again.
Forrest turned his head, and to his surprise, Rourke was there, leaning over him for a kiss. Their lips touched and something sparked inside Forrest, a bubble of happiness that made his heart stutter.
“You’re beautiful, Forrest.”
“So are you. Beautiful, I mean,” Forrest whispered, not quite sure if he said the compliment loud enough for Rourke to hear.
Rourke smiled. “Not as beautiful as you.” He pegged Forrest’s prostate again, and then the fireworks started. His balls tightened, his cock jerked. and he didn’t even have to touch himself for his orgasm to hit him like a paddle to the stomach. He gasped and rutted harder against the sheets beneath him as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. They hadn’t even touched the butt plugs, damn it, and he’d already come like a high schooler.
Nothing could stop the onslaught, though, and he whimpered into his pillow.Perfect.It was all so perfect.
Rourke pulled his fingers out, and Forrest nearly groaned in disappointment, except something cold replaced them—a butt plug.
