For the fans, p.29
For The Fans, page 29
It is, however, making it even more difficult to be around him than usual. I just can’t stop remembering that video… The way it looked when those two people snapped their bodies together, like missing puzzle pieces.
The way I can still feel his quivers and quakes as he moved inside me…
The look on his face when I kissed him on the jaw.
This entire endeavor has become so horribly complicated, because I hate this person. I swear I do, yet now, I have all these memories of doing things with him that I… really didn’t hate.
I’ve gotta get him out of here. There’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate with him around.
“Please, Avi…” I whisper through gritted teeth. “Just go.”
“I can’t go,” he sighs, tapping his hand on my hip as he turns away. “It’s leg day.”
He shoots me a wink, and I’m fucking fuming. I think I’m actually turning the color of a tomato from rage.
Using my best skills in distraction and avoidance, I go back to my workout, though the whole time, I’m acutely aware of his presence in the room. And I feel like everyone else is also staring at him, wondering why the hell he’s here, which is just stressing me out even more.
I manage to make it through my next few sets, but I can feel Avi the way you can feel a storm in your bones; a persistent ache that just won’t go away. My eyes keep slinking over to him against my will, watching him use the same machines I’d been using, at the same weight and doing so without a visible ounce of struggle.
I don’t understand how he’s possibly in such good shape. It doesn’t make any sense. Why does he need to have a body like that anyway?? He doesn’t do anything.
The only parts of his body he uses are his hands for drawing and rolling joints, and his giant mouth for talking shit.
And I guess his dick for… Well, yea.
There’s no hope of focusing on anything while my idiot stepbrother is around. Especially when he prances over to my side of the room and starts doing deadlifts only a few feet from where I’m stretching.
“Your form is off,” I grumble, and he peeks at me, frowning. I roll my eyes and step over to him, placing a hand on his lower back. “You need to straighten your spine, or you’ll hurt yourself.”
Avi gives me one of his doe-eyed looks he sometimes gets when he’s confused. It makes him look like a cartoon character, settling a strange sensation in my gut that I’m choosing to interpret as irritation.
Keeping my hand on his back, I tell him, “Here. Try it again.”
He does so, bending his knees while I bend a bit to keep my hand in place. When he comes back up, I nod.
“A little better.” I smirk. “I felt you shaking… That too much weight for you to handle?”
He blinks at me and licks his lip. “I don’t think that was why…”
My brows furrow together, and it finally dawns on me that I’m touching him. I whip my hand away quick, stepping back. “Just… be careful. You could fuck your back up if you don’t do it right.”
Avi’s lips twitch at the corner. “Are you saying you… don’t want me to get hurt?”
I squint and scowl. “I don’t care.”
He inches closer to me. “I think you do…”
“If you wanna get hurt, dumbass, I can make that happen,” I snarl at him, and he chuckles.
“There’s the Kyran we all know and love.” He winks.
Ugh. He’s so obnoxious.
I feel like my cheeks are flushing, and I’m not sure why. My eyes dip briefly over the loose tank top he’s wearing, which exposes the muscles in his sides… Sprinkled with ink. Glistening with a little sweat. His gray sweats are resting low on his hips, fitted enough that I can make out the slope of his ass…
I remember holding on to it… How round and firm it was in my hands.
My throat is suddenly bone-dry, a nauseated feeling wiggling around inside me.
Spinning away from him quickly, I grunt, “I’m outta here.”
“Wait,” he calls, and I reluctantly pause, peeking at him over my shoulder. He drops the dumbbell and hops over to me. “You wanna spot me?”
“No,” I huff, ignoring the fact that I can smell him; that goddamn familiar scent I can’t identify.
He inches in even closer and whispers, “Don’t be a baby.”
It’s too warm. I gotta get out of here.
“Fuck off…” I mumble again, stomping away and clinging to the hostility as I leave the gym…
With the distinct feeling of his eyes on my ass.
I’m exhausted, but I’m flying high.
We’re in Arizona and we just won another playoff game. Kicked the crap out of the Wildcats, thirty-two to fourteen, then went out to dinner and celebrated as a team, getting rowdy and annoying everyone else in the restaurant.
Not kidding. The people of Tucson weren’t exactly thrilled about us New Englanders showing up and crushing their team.
But we don’t care. We’re killing it this season, and it feels like nothing can stop us. Which is why when Guty and Theo begged me to come party in Theo’s room with the rest of the team and a bunch of girls, I was actually considering it—even though Coach strictly warned us against getting wild tonight.
But then the rational part of me insisted on going back to my room to get some rest. We have a seven a.m. flight back to Boston and I’d really like not to be hungover for it.
I’m sharing a room with Guty, and since he’s up the hall causing mayhem, I have the room to myself, which is perfect. I just want to turn the TV on at low volume and let it lull me to sleep. I’m sure it won’t take long, because my body is aching and my mind is tired as hell.
Stripping down to my boxers, I crawl into the insanely comfy hotel bed, flipping channels until I settled on reruns of The Office. I plug my phone in to charge on the nightstand, setting two alarms to make sure I don’t oversleep. That’s when I spot a new text.
Avi: Congrats, superstar. Awesome game tonight.
Choosing to be polite, I type out a quick reply.
Me: Thanks
He reads it the second I hit send, and I can’t help the way my lips curl smugly at the idea that he was waiting for me to respond. His typing bubbles pop up, and I wait patiently for whatever nonsense he’s about to say.
Avi: So I guess you can still win games even without your good luck charm around…
Avi: (Me)
My smile grows, and even a little chuckle erupts from my lips before I recognize what I’m doing and crush it to send him a response.
Me: It was definitely easier to concentrate without your annoying ass popping and locking on the sidelines
Avi: I knew you were watching my performance
I scoff out loud.
Me: Performance?? *accusatory eyebrow-lifted emoji*
Avi: Uh yea. Baldwin the Eagle gets funky
Me: You’re an idiot
Avi: So what are you doing?
I squint at the screen.
Me: I’m going to bed... Why? What are you doing?
Avi: Also going to bed.
Avi: So it’s kinda like we’re… going to bed together ;)
Me: No. It’s not.
Me: And isn’t it like 10pm there?? Why are you going to bed so early…
Avi: Ok you caught me. I’m in bed because I’m playing with my dick...
I swallow, shifting under the covers as a frisson of unwanted excitement tickles my gut.
Avi: You wanna see?
Me: No.
But of course, because he’s Avi, that doesn’t stop him.
Only a second later, a picture of his dick pops up on my screen. And like a reflex, I slap my phone screen down on my stomach.
Shaking my head, I mutter, “Dumbass,” to no one, preparing to put my phone away and go to bed. But then, against my will, my hand slowly flips my phone back up, and I bite my lip. Just a quick peek…
The dick on the screen is hard, and long, and the one I’ve come to know as Avi’s. His hand is curled around it, thumb teasing the thick exposed crown.
Avi: Now your turn
Me: I’m not doing this with you
Avi: *three pouty face emojis*
Me: Avi…
Avi: Are you alone?
Me: Yes…
Avi: Then be a good boy and take your cock out for me
A chill runs over my flesh, the thump in my nuts reminding me of how many days it’s been since I came. And then my mind slithers back to the memory of the last time I came... And what was happening to me when it occurred.
I bite my lip, my dick already stiffening up good from remembering. But I force myself to stand firm and reply.
Me: That doesn’t work if we’re not filming, dickwad.
Avi: Who says I can’t upload this stuff for the fans?
Avi: It’ll be even better if you send me a video…
I’m desperate to fight against the urge to obey him when another message pops up.
Avi: Please, baby? I’ve been thinking about your ass all day... I’m fucking dripping for it
Grumbling to myself, I run my free hand down to my cock, playing with it over my boxers as my eyes fall shut. Why am I even entertaining this?? Why are my balls all tingly from that one stupid message?
I can’t figure it out, because it doesn’t make sense. But even though I know I shouldn’t, I slip my boxers down and snap a picture of my dick.
Just one. To shut him up.
Avi responds seconds after he gets it.
Avi: God your dick looks good
Chewing on my lower lip some more, I type out…
Me: Really?
Avi: Yea. It’s so big…
My breathing is picking up, my body weighted and sinking me deeper into this rabbit hole as I slowly type the words…
Me: Yours is big too
Avi: I know. Wanna rub em together?
I find myself nodding without even realizing it, fisting my cock and stroking in gradual pumps. I just need to come, that’s all. It’s just an orgasm, it doesn’t matter where it comes from…
Avi: You want me to play with your pretty cock with my tongue?
Me: Yea… I like when you do that
Avi: You do… I know it cuz you give me little pulses of cum to suck out
“Fuck…” My head tips back and my eyes close, hand kneading up and down while I imagine him doing it… Toying with my cock between those soft, pouty lips.
I can’t believe I’m doing this… It’s so stupid and it’s not part of the plan. Plus, Guty could walk in here any minute.
But then that thought swells my cock even thicker in my palm.
Avi: Record yourself
My hands are shaky from the adrenaline and the pent-up secret lust as I heed his command and press record, capturing myself jerking my dick. It’s only a few seconds, but when I send it, he goes silent for a full minute.
Avi: That is so goddamn hot
He likes it…
Me: Do you wish I was there?
Avi: Yea… I want you in this bed with me so bad
My inherent need to fight this is fading fast, becoming nothing but background noise to the overwhelming bellows of desire.
Me: What would you do?
Avi: I would tease your cock with my mouth
“Mmmm…” I’m burning up in the bed, my skin hot and flushed. Fist pumping harder on my erection, I graze the head with my fingers, wishing like hell it was his tongue.
Avi: Then I would kneel over your shoulders and feed you mine, one inch at a time
Before I can even think of what to say to that, he sends me a video. When I press play, my wide eyes immediately stick to the screen, marveling at the recording of his dick up close, long fingers playing with it before sliding down to fondle his nuts.
Avi: Open wide for me baby
Avi: I want you sucking on my balls… licking my ass
A shivering groan escapes me while I picture it… Sitting astride my shoulders, dragging the wet head of his cock all over my lips. Riding my face…
Avi: I’m FaceTiming you. Right now.
A sudden jolt of fear and humiliation stiffens my muscles.
Me: No. Don’t do that.
Avi: Answer the fucking call, Kyran. I need to see you.
Something weird thumps in my chest, and I don’t even have time to freak out over it because my phone is now ringing with an incoming video call. Sitting up on my elbows, I frantically brush my hair back, jittering nervously as I swipe to answer.
“Hi.” His head slants, and my teeth clench, holding on to my forced scowl for dear life.
“What do you want…?” I grumble, cheeks heating beneath his gaze over the phone screen.
His eyes are sliding down, assessing the fact that I appear naked, though that part should be obvious based on what we were just doing. He looks like he’s naked too, and I can’t seem to remove my other hand from where it’s leisurely running up and down my dick.
“I want to make you come,” he whispers, then bites his lip. “From thousands of miles away.”
I’m really forcing myself to appear annoyed by him, but there’s something about being under his gaze that makes me feel like I’m being seared by a laser beam of forbidden arousal.
“That’s good… Keep giving me that look.” His dark lashes flutter while his other arm moves. I think he’s stroking his cock the same way I am.
“What look?” I growl, tilting my head as the phone angles down a bit and I catch a peek of his abs.
“The Kyran signature scowl mixed with your fuck-me eyes.” He grins lazily. “It’s my favorite look.”
“Stop talking,” I hiss, dropping my head back while I fuck my fist harder, the frustration he brings with our every interaction working me up into a frenzy of confusing need.
“But I need to tell you something…” he whispers, and my eyes creep open, locking on his gray irises, darkened by the lack of light in his bedroom.
“Tell me then,” I mumble.
“I wanna eat your ass, baby,” he hums, and my balls throb, hard. Before I can even scold him about the baby thing, he goes on. “I’ve been thinking about it since the last time… I wanna lick you until you’re crying for me, and then I wanna stuff my cock deep inside you.”
“Ffuck…” I whimper, clamping at his words and the way he’s rumbling them at me through the phone.
“Show me your ass, Ky,” he demands.
“B-but you’re not… recording.” My body is hurdling the hesitations my mind won’t stop tossing up like roadblocks.
It’s supposed to be work… We’re not supposed to…
“Yes, I am.” He interrupts my frantic obsessing, aiming the phone toward his video camera. “I’m recording this special phone sex video for our fans. Now, give us all what we want, superstar.”
Oh… Well, in that case…
Sitting up, I gaze around the room. “I might not have long… What if my roommate comes back?”
Avi shrugs. “Even more forbidden, then.” He grins. “Imagine you, bent over in bed in your hotel room, teasing us with your perfect ass when someone could walk in any minute…”
I can’t deny that my dick is leaking at the thought. So I roll over onto all fours, giving up the fight and giving in to my apparent unwavering need to get off in the most illicit ways possible.
Propping my phone up against a pillow, I turn to give him a full view of my ass from behind while my face heats like an oven at how slutty I must look right now.
But then I hear Avi purr; a sexy, growly little groan of appreciation that turns the wanton thrill way up.
“Look at that ass… Fucking perfection,” he hums. “Tease your hole for me, gorgeous. Show me what I’m missing.”
Reaching behind myself, I swipe a shaky finger up and down over my rim, my eyes falling shut at the sound of his breathing growing heavier over the phone.
“You wanna fuck me, don’t you?” I whisper, pressing my fingertip into my hole, just a little. It’s not lubed or anything, but the feeling of it, desperate to get inside, has my hips moving, chasing friction on my aching cock.
“If I could fly there right now just to fuck you, I would,” he grumbles, and my chest tightens, stomach clenching.
“H-how would you do it?” I stammer out the words, pulse pinging as my body coils.
“I would come up behind you,” Avi growls. “Stuff your face into the mattress, and slide every inch of my rock-hard dick into you. In one… long… thrust.”
Moans are fleeing my lips faster than I can attempt to control them. “Fast or slow?”
“Slow… at first,” he whispers. “But just being inside that warm, tight spot would have me riding you, rough and deep.”
My face drops down into the comforter, ass up while I plunge my finger in, ignoring the burn of penetration with no lube. I’m just… needing it. I don’t understand it at all, but I need to be filled, the desire so strong it’s almost primal.
“Give me your cock…” I gasp and pant. “God, I fucking want it so bad.”
“Baby, turn around,” Avi pleads in a hoarse tone. “Show me your body. I want to look at how beautiful you are.”
I don’t even remember where I am. I’m buzzing so fiercely on this craving, it’s like I’m acting on total impulse. Flipping around, I grab the phone, lying down on my back while I angle the camera down over my body.
“Spread your legs,” he commands. And I do, parting them wide and lifting my hips a bit to give him a view of my balls and my ass. “So, so good… All those places for my tongue to explore.”
Grasping onto my cock, I work up to stroking again, writhing up to my hand while he breathes and growls and fucks his fist.
“Wet your finger this time.”
Slipping my index and middle fingers into my mouth, I suck them sloppily, pulling them out and dragging them down my chest. I flick over my nipples, the sensation zapping me in the groin as my fingers trail lower, between my legs.
“I know you’re missing my cock right now…” he hums. “Wishing I was there to fuck you full. But you’ll have to make due with your fingers, okay?”
Chomping down on my lip, I nod fast, stuffing both fingers between my cheeks. I don’t even care about pain or discomfort at this point… I’m fucking throbbing deep in my core and I need relief. So I push my fingers inside myself, forcing my ass to relax enough to take them at once.
