Chapter 79

“Make me come,” Rafe breathed. He ended the request in a low whine. “Fuck, please, yes, now!”

Lyle pulled back onto his knees, slammed forward as hard as he dared, and Rafe’s barely contained sound of pleasure served as the inspiration for a series of jackrabbit thrusts that Lyle knew would be the end of his ability to hold out. Rafe’s legs tightened around his waist, Rafe’s cock was diamond-hard, and Rafe’s hole was scintillatingly slippery but oh so perfectly tight.