Page 59 of The Token Yank

Rafe didn’t answer. His eyes glowed in a daze. Eamonn could feel his pulse pumping under his sweaty skin. He caught his breath and seemed to be hurtled into anothergalaxy.

“Rafe? You doing all right,mate?”

“Fuckme.”

“What?” Eamonn asked, caught off-guard.

“I want you to fuck me,Eamonn.”

Rafe

Rafe had always been a well-behaved child. He was never one to throw a temper tantrum. But sometimes, words weren’t enough. Sometimes, you just had to thrash and yell. He had been possessed tonight, completely taken over by Eamonn’s hands and muscles and tongue and eyes, which were like black islands in the middle of the sea. Now, he wanted to be dominated by hiscock.

“Fuck me,Eamonn.”

Rafe liked saying his name aloud. It was a constant reminder that this was real and this guy who he found indescribably hot was all overhim.

“Are you sure aboutthis?”

“Yes.” Rafe hadn’t planned this. He imagined it happening the night before he left to return to America, that it would be the figurative and literal climax to hisadventure.

But fuckthat.

Adventures weren’t meant to be planned. If there was ever a moment meant to be seized, it was this one. He felt comfortable and safe in Eamonn’s arms. He knew in his bones that this was the right time and this was the rightperson.

“I don’t know if this is relevant, but, um, I am a virgin,” Rafe admitted. He didn’t feel ashamed about it like he thought he would, just a little embarrassed about his timing. But when was a good time to tell a guy he was going to take yourcherry?

“I kind of assumedthat.”

“Oh.”

“And you’re certain you’re ready? I don’t want to rushyou.”

“I want to have sex,” he said, the answer as clear as Eamonn’s crystal blue eyes. “Do you want to have sex withme?”

“More than anything.” Eamonn said it more seriously than Rafeexpected.

“Tell me what you want to do to me?” Rafe couldn’t believe he was asking these questions, but he was dying to hear Eamonn’s raspyvoice.

“I want to grab you by your hair and shove my cock deep inside your throat and make you lick my balls. I want to bury your prick in my mouth. Suck you off until you’re about to come. But you wouldn’t. Because I still need to fuckyou.”

Rafe nodded for him to keep going. His shivered with a feeling of want that consumed him completely. He was a car going 100 miles per hour and shaking from the speed, no brake pedal insight.

“But right now, what I want most is to press my warm, throbbing cock into your tight arse. When I take it out, you would scream for more.” He bit Rafe’s ear lobe. “You would fucking beg me forit.”

It was like he had recited a Shakespeareansonnet.

Eamonn reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom and lube. “I’ll gogentle.”

“Gentle’s good. But not too gentle,” Rafesaid.

He gasped when the cold lube hit his opening. Eamonn’s fingers slid back into him and he had to admit that sex prep was very unsexy. It was more like surgical prep. But he savored the sight of Eamonn shirtless, his pecs firm, his pants hung low on his hips, that happy trail teasingRafe.

“Enjoying the show?” Eamonnasked.

“Very muchso.”

Eamonn dragged out the rest of his undress. His fingers pushed down his pants slowly, inch by inch (or centimeter by centimeter) revealing Eamonn’s solid thighs and raging, thickcock.