Page 57 of The Token Yank

Chapter 17

Eamonn

They burst into Eamonn’s room mid-makeout session and fell onto his bed. Those warm, salty, American lips were his guide up the stairs and into theflat.

Eamonn’s lips hovered over Rafe’s mouth. He couldn’t believe this. He couldn’t want this any more. Every time he looked at Rafe, all the pain that had ever scuffed him up faded into thebackground.

“I like you,” Rafe said, his eyes darting away. “I know you don’t do casual, and I know I’m leaving. But I likeyou.”

“I like you, too.” Eamonn slipped his tongue inside Rafe’smouth.

He shoved a hand up Rafe’s shirt and flicked his thumb over his hardened nipple, making Rafe shiver under his lips. Eamonn’s fingertips skated over his skin, as measured and delicate as an Olympic figureskater.

Rafe tugged at Eamonn’sshirt.

“You’re so bossy,” Eamonn teased. He made his wish come true and whipped off his shirt. Rafe admired his muscular chest and traced the trail that led to a very happyplace.

Without thinking, like instinct had taken over, Eamonn pushed apart Rafe’s legs. He reached into his underwear and stroked hiscock.

Rafe shoved his head back into the pillows. His moan echoed on Eamonn’s lips. Eamonn grabbed a fistful of his hair and held him in place as they kissed, his other hand busy controlling Rafe’s cock. His thrust his hips up to meet Eamonn’stouch.

“You’re doing my job,” Eamonnsaid.

“I…” But Rafe didn’t have aretort.

“You like when I stroke yourcock?”

Rafe nodded without detaching from Eamonn’smouth.

“Go faster,” Rafesaid.

“No,” Eamonn whispered in hisear.

It’s torture for both of us, mate.Eamonn’s cock had never felt so hard, so heavy. It was like carrying a fucking oak tree in hisboxers.

Rafe stretched his arm as far as it would go and it barely grazed the waistline of Eamonn’s jeans. It was just out of reach, but the very tips of his fingers brushed against his bulge, sending a rush of heat straight to Eamonn’s balls. He grabbed both his wrists with his freehand.

“You’re so greedy,” Eamonn said with his sarcasticsneer.

It looked like it was more than greed for Rafe. His face was a mix of pain and pleasure, as if he was going to die if he didn’t get Eamonn’s cock inside him soon. Nathan had never let himself lose control like this in bed. Eamonn felt that he was always holding back a part of himself. But not Rafe. He was all exposed nerve endings for Eamonn.Fuck, you are sohot.

Eamonn led Rafe’s hands to hismound.

“Is this what youwant?”

“Yes.”

“What do you want?” Eamonn dragged those hands over it again, and his cock twitched inresponse.

“Y-your cock. I want yourcock.”

Eamonn had Rafe unzip him and pull his cock out. Rafe stroked it with precision, remembering everything Eamonn had told him, like a true A-student. He rubbed his thumb over the head, slicked with excitement. Eamonn held his wrists in place and fucked hishands.

“You like my cock in yourhands?”

Rafe nodded feverishly. His eyes were all dilatedpupils.

He moved Rafe’s hands above his head so they could hold onto the headboard. Eamonn continued to clamp them at the wrists, and he caught Rafe admiring his flexed tricep. Eamonn stroked Rafe’s cock, sending him moaning all over again. The tip of Rafe’s underwear dampened with pre-cum. Eamonn bit his nipple through his plaid shirt. Rafe writhed in place but couldn’tmove.