“How does thatfeel?”
“Fuck!” Rafe exclaimed in pureglee.
Eamonn shoved Rafe’s jeans and underwear to his ankles and finally yanked them completely off. He chucked them against thewall.
“Don’t need those anymore,” Eamonnsaid.
“You take off yourpants.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to fucking do,” he replied with a mischievous grin. Eamonn returned to kissing him and holding Rafe’s wrists against theheadboard.
Rafe grunted like they were on the pitch again.I’m going to make you grunt so much tonight.Up and down his hand went on Rafe’s shaft, but Eamonn also got greedy. He traveled further down. One finger crested at the base of Rafe’s firm ass, right over his pink hole. He made Rafe fuckingvibrate. Eamonn’s cock was going to tear a fucking hole in histrousers.
“You like this?” He rubbed it around therim.
Rafe nodded manically. Rafe lifted hislegs.
“Someone’s eager,” Eamonnsaid.
Eamonn bit at his bottom lip, his scruff scratching against Rafe’s chin, while his finger kept circling down south. He didn’t want this night to end, but still wanted it to go as fast as possible. He tried to stretch it out as much as his body would let him…and his body was running out ofpatience.
He unbuttoned Rafe’s shirt and threw it against the wall, leaving him stark naked on his bed. Eamonn still had on his jeans, a power imbalance that seemed to turn Rafe on evenmore.
Eamonn smacked two fingers against his hole, as if he were a junkie trying to find a vein. Each time, Rafe cried out inpleasure.
“You don’t want Heath and Louisa to hearyou.”
Smack.
“Or maybe youdo.”
Rafe let out a moan that screamed “Yeah, I fucking do!” Eamonn licked off the pre-cum pooling on Rafe’s smooth, fit stomach. Rafe whimpered under histongue.
Eamonn was officially high on lust. He threw Rafe’s legs back so that his thighs hit his stomach, and before Rafe had a chance to moan, Eamonn’s tongue was in his ass. Rafe held his legs close to hisstomach.
“I didn’t say you could move yourhands.”
Rafe took hold of the headboard as Eamonn went to town on his tight, pink ass, getting him nice andwet.
“Eamonn, this feels so good.” Rafe covered his mouth with his ankle and let out another lowmoan.
Smack.
Smack.
And on the third smack, he slid two fingers intoRafe.
Rafe was practically begging for more. Not practically.Actually.
“Please please Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop.” He was speaking in tongues. Eamonn had never had this effect on any guy. He was on the verge of soaking his boxers withcome.
“You like having two fingers up your bum?” Eamonn gave that hole a spit shine. And he spanked that pale ass. How fucking dare it wiggle at the snooker table, teasing him in publicview.
“You’re so fucking tight.” Eamonn slipped his fingers in and out in quick succession. He kissed Rafe, giving Rafe a taste ofhimself.
Rafe bit his leg. He was completely out of control, a plane spiraling for the ground, with the flight attendants yelling at passengers to put their heads between theirknees.
“You want me to tongue your assagain?”
