For the fans, p.40
For The Fans, page 40
“God, I’m leaking already,” I pant. “Get that big dick inside me, please.”
“You’re gonna ruin my jersey, aren’t you?” He grins on my mouth, and I chuckle.
“You told me to keep it on…”
“Yea, because it’s hot as fuck.” He pulls away from my lips, gazing down with hooded eyes. “Even more now. I wanna shove my cock in you while you’re wearing my jersey, baby.”
Lord have fucking mercy… I will never get over how sexy it sounds when he calls me that.
Kyran yanks my pants down to my calves, pushing my legs apart as wide as he can to wedge himself in between. I think we’re both accepting that we can’t get fully naked right now… in the backseat of a rental car while trespassing and all. But surprisingly, it’s even hotter this way.
Both of us still clothed, for the most part, shoving our pants out of the way to fuck real quick before we get caught, because we can’t not. There’s no option not to do this here… I’m insatiable for him, and I now know with full certainty that he feels the same way.
He kneels over my hips, and I have to take a second to lean down and suck his cock, because it really just looks scrumptious. He fucks my mouth for a few minutes, gripping me by the hair, almost painfully. But the sting is turning me on more, and I’m gulping him back, swallowing on him like a fiend to get every little drop of precum he feeds me.
Draping himself over me, he kisses my lips, then down my neck, lifting the jersey so he can glide his tongue between every divot in my abs. Then he sucks on my crown, doing this thing with his tongue where he slides it along the underside of my shaft, brushing while just my head pushes into his mouth.
He keeps moving down, kissing my balls, then cupping them in his palm, holding them as he sneaks his tongue between the crack of my ass.
“Uhh… Ky…” My hips lift to get him better access. The tip of his tongue teases my rim, and my entire body quakes. “That feels so fucking good.”
“I know, right?” He spreads my cheeks apart to eat me as best he can, though it’s difficult at this angle, with the lack of space and my pants still on.
Regardless, the feeling is sweet, tickling bliss. Another thing I’ve been desperate for him to do to me.
“Baby, it might work better if I… flip onto my stomach,” I rasp, curling at the waist to give him as much of my ass as possible. But he’s kneeling over my legs, so it’s hard to move.
“I know…” he mumbles, burying his face between my legs. “But I want to see your face.”
Aww… That’s sweet. Why is that so sweet?
“I promise I’ll… I’ll turn my face,” I breathe, sweating and burning up so hot my back is sticking to the leather. “I promise I’ll look at you.”
He nods and murmurs, “Okay,” sounding so sexy and eager for this, it has my heart crashing against my ribs.
Rolling me over, he kneels over the backs of my legs while he lifts the jersey enough to kiss a line down my spine, hands cupping my cheeks and opening me up wide.
“You have such a nice ass,” he marvels, massaging and kneading it with his fingers.
“So do you,” I hum, turning to gaze up at him from over my shoulder.
“And now I get to see my name on the jersey.” His lips curl excitedly before he sinks his mouth over my hole.
Ohh… My beautiful Number Nine.
It works much better this way, the full length of his tongue brushing up and down over my rim. He kisses a few times, then stuffs his tongue inside me, my fingers digging into anywhere I can reach.
“Kyran… Fffuck, that’s good. Fuck me with your tongue, baby.”
The way he slides it in and out of me feels wickedly wonderful. I could just lie here all day every day, with my ass on a goddamn platter for him.
But I know we don’t have that kind of time, and this tantalizing sensation of him probing me with his tongue has my body craving something bigger, and harder… Something thick and crazy long to stretch me full.
“L-lube…” I stammer through trembling lips. “In my p-pocket.”
“Two more minutes,” he whines. “Your ass is so fucking sweet, Avi.”
I feel drunk right now. “You eat me so good, beautiful…”
He finally tears himself away, breathing heavily and grasping my chin. “Will you let me kiss you?”
“Give me that tongue,” I growl, parting my lips for him to slide it inside.
He kisses me sloppy, high on the lush depravity, sucking my lips and my tongue in tandem. “You taste like candy, Twizzler boy.” He grins, and I chuckle. “My strawberry sweetness.”
“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” I whimper into his mouth. “You were totally right.”
“Good.” He reaches into my pocket, fishing out the bottle of lube. “Because I think I’m kind of obsessed with you too…”
God, my chest is on fire.
“Fuck me…” The words fly on ragged breaths echoing his own as he pours lube onto his fingers, coating his dick, then swiping them between my cheeks. “God, baby, fuck me right now. I’m gonna die if I don’t get to feel you soon…”
“Don’t die.” He kisses my lips, dragging the head of his cock over my hole. “I need you.”
“I need you,” I whisper with our mouths together while he stuffs a finger inside me, causing me to gasp.
“Avi, I fucking need you.” He repeats like a hushed mantra, fingering me slow, as deep as he can reach. “I need you so bad…”
“Mmm-me t-too… Ky…”
Our breathing is bouncing off the interior of the vehicle, windows fogged up so thick you can’t even see outside. Kyran plunges a second finger into my ass, stretching me and wetting me inside, and I’m so needy it barely even burns. I’m fucking feral for him.
His sex, yes, but for him, more than anything. I think I’d let him stuff his entire body inside me at this point, just to keep him; to feel him reigning over my insides.
Kyran tugs his fingers out, positioning the swollen head of his cock up to my hole. “I’m gonna go in slow, baby…” he breathes. “So you can feel every inch.”
I nod fast, and he begins to push, breaking through the barrier of my body.
His cock is thick as fuck, and so damn hard. But velvety soft and slick from the lubrication as it drives into me deeper and deeper, almost painfully slow. I’m surprised I can even hear Kyran over the sounds of me groaning, and my pulse popping off like fireworks in my head. But I can… and the noises he’s making are fucking ruining me for anyone else, ever.
“Ahh-vee,” he sighs my name like that, hoarse and drawn, mesmerized as he holds my ass open and feeds me inches. “So… tight… Baby, so warm and sofuckingtight.”
“Ummfffuck… Ky. Kyran, fuck me more. More more more.”
He does a little draw back before he’s all the way in that has us both moaning out nonsensical words, driving his big cock deep inside me until I’m stuffed so full, I can’t move.
“Holy fucking shit, this… feels… amazing.” He drapes himself over my back, holding up his body weight on the door so as not to crush me. “B-babe… Is this what you feel when you fuck me?”
I nod, swallowing hard and biting my lip while I adjust to the feeling of something so huge lancing all the way up inside me. “Is this—fuck, is this what you feel when I fuck you??”
“Does it hurt?” He pets my hair, kissing down my neck. “We can stop if it hurts…”
“Don’t ever fucking stop.” I wiggle my hips against his, the sensation of friction on what must be my prostate lighting me up like the Fourth of fucking July. “Ohh God, yes. Yes, yes, yes…”
Kyran pushes his hips into mine, drawing back, then diving in again. It’s so intense, tears are seeping from my eyes. He lifts himself just a bit, working up a slow rhythm to finally fuck me the way I need him to, and I can’t help it. I’m fucking sobbing.
He grabs me by his jersey, stroking his cock in and out of my ass, gradually building to an illicit pump. Slow at first, but before I know it, he’s fucking the air out of my lungs and I’m whimpering only one word on repeat.
More.
“Fuck me more… Deeper. Harder. More cock, Kyran. More on that spot, Kyran. More more fucking more.”
“I wanna touch your dick,” he growls, reaching under me to jerk my cock while he rides my ass, driving me into the seat so rough I’m afraid I might break my ribs. But a punctured lung would be totally worth it because this is fucking fantastic.
Hard, rough sex, his hips smacking against mine, my dick pulsing a sticky mess all over the place. The car is straight up rocking around with his savage thrusts, and my back is arching up for more.
“You fuck so good…” I whimper, gripping his arm while rearranges my insides.
“You take dick so fucking good, baby.”
I can barely keep my eyes open, but I force them because I promised I would look at him. Our dazed gazes hold one another the way our bodies do, incessant need thumping and writhing between us while he fucks me right up to the edge.
“Are you mine?” he whispers shakily, muscles glistening with sweat and his hair hanging in his eyes making him look lightyears beyond fucking gorgeous.
“Yes,” I croak, clenching on him as my orgasm looms. “All yours.”
“Good. I’m all yours too.”
He eases down and takes my bottom lip between his, sucking and biting. And we both rush over, together.
“Fucking come for me, baby.” He slams his cock in me deep.
“Uhhfuck… UhhmmKyran, I’m coming!”
Trapped between my abs and the leather, my dick begins to throb, shooting all over everything. And Kyran doesn’t stop. He works it out of me with his big, beautiful cock, rippling in and out of my ass like crashing waves.
“That’s it… Come for me, sexy. Feel every inch of my dick in your perfect body while you come. Fuck, Avi, you’re… I’m…”
He groans and tightens before he spills in my ass, pouring deep into my body while he sputters for air.
“You feel so good coming in me, baby…” I mewl, my muscles contracting on him over and over as I float down from the high like a feather in the breeze. “Give me more. I want it all…”
“Avi, you’re sucking it out of me…” he whimpers, slapping his hand against the window to hold himself up.
Once his dick finally stops twinging in my ass, his hips come to a gradual halt, and he just breathes above me. Lowering himself a bit, he nuzzles his face in my hair, kissing my neck and my jaw and my lips.
I’m done. That’s it.
Game over.
I can’t even pretend anymore… I can’t hold it back, or rationalize it away. Not after this. Not after the way that felt.
I’m in deep, purgatory-level trouble right now…
Because I think I’m falling in—
Clearing my throat to shut my own mind up, I squirm as Kyran lifts himself off me and pulls out slowly.
“Shit, I’m sorry…” he mumbles, voice all raspy-sexy. “Am I crushing you?”
“No, I just…” My voice trails while he moves back, helping me off the seat. “My cum was like, gluing me to the leather.”
He laughs, and I crack a small, worried smile that hopefully doesn’t give away my state of fucked-ness.
“I’m screwed.” He pushes his hair away from his face, handing me a thing of wet wipes from inside the bag. “I’m gonna end up paying to detail the inside of this thing.”
“Probably a good idea.” I grin.
Kyran flops onto the seat next to me, cleaning himself up and redressing, while I do the same, only slower, because my ass is kind of sore and this is a lot messier than I anticipated. But I’m all flushed and squirmy because I really like it.
I like having him inside me this way…
Maybe that makes me a freak, but whatever. It’s the same thing I felt the first time I came inside him. Like I was branding my initials on him. And now I have his etched right on my heart.
Not just my body… I feel him in my fucking soul, and this is so bad.
Why did you think it was a good idea to let him fuck you, idiot?? Now you’re attached to him like some desperate fool, and it’s ridiculous.
Why do I feel like this? Am I just physically incapable of having casual sex, or is he just so closed off it doesn’t affect him the same way??
“Are you alright?” Kyran murmurs, and I put my obsessing on pause to peek at him. “You’re awfully quiet. Was I too rough or something…?”
He looks worried, and I’m cringing over how it’s beating inside my chest like a second heartbeat. The way he looks at me and the way he talks to me, and the fucking smell of him all over me, God-fucking-damnit…
I can’t fall in love with my stepbrother.
Forcing a tiny shake of my head, I grunt, “No. No, you were not too rough, trust me. I… That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”
His lips curl, and he flutters his lashes. “So does that mean we’re both bottoms now?”
I have to laugh, because he seems thrilled by this concept. “We can be any level of versatile you want, baby.”
His grin widens and he hums, while I shift at how fuzzy and hot it’s making me.
Oh crap… Has his smile always been that beautifully radiant? Are those hearts floating around his head??
Kyran doesn’t seem concerned with how weird I’m being. Because he’s too busy being way more affectionate than I’m used to. Easing himself back over to me, he wraps his arms around my waist, nestling up on my chest while he kisses my neck and breathes me in. Almost like he’s…
“Are you sniffing me?” I peer down at him.
“I like your smell, so what?” He trails his lips over the mound in my throat while it dips.
“Kyran, I—”
Nope. Stop it. Stop it right now.
I clear my throat again. “The movie ended like a million years ago. Are we… leaving? Or do you wanna put another one on?”
“I don’t want to go yet…” he says calmly.
I’m very fucking perplexed right now. This is like a one-eighty from the way he used to act after we’d fuck. Is it just because he fucked me this time? Is that all it took??
No, that doesn’t make sense either, because he was like this with me after we fucked on Christmas Eve. That was the night we stayed up talking until we couldn’t keep our eyes open any longer. And each night since then, he’s been lingering a little more and a little more afterward, like he’s slowly giving up on the idea that he needs to run away every time the sex-high wears off.
I mean, shit. This is a fucking date, I don’t care who you ask. And now he doesn’t want to go… And I definitely don’t want to go.
So maybe we shouldn’t… go. Ever. Maybe we should just stay like this and make us happen, because clearly, we both want it.
But he’s also afraid to admit that he’s bi, or gay, or whatever he feels like he might be leaning toward. So how do I broach the subject without scaring him away?
“Which one do you want?” he asks, and my brow furrows. “For the next movie…”
“Oh, right. Uh… You got The Departed?”
He grins. “Yes, of course. I told you, it’s in my top five.”
“Let’s do it, beautiful.”
He flashes me a quick, pleased look before crawling up toward the front of the car to grab his laptop. Watching him starting up the next movie, I crack open another can of soda, biting both ends of a Twizzler, and popping it inside like a straw.
Because it’s my thing. It’s what I did the last time I saw my father alive.
My dad loved Twizzlers. They were his jam, and I used to copy everything he did, so naturally, they became my jam, too. The day before he died, he was doing some work around our apartment, drinking a can of Coke with a straw.
For those of you who don’t know, they always used to give you straws when you’d buy a can of soda from the bodega in New York City, back in the day, before everyone recognized how bad straws are for the environment. I guess maybe it was so you didn’t have to put your lips on the dirty can, because who knew where it had been?
Either way, it was a thing. But when my dad put his drink down for a second, I snuck over and pulled the straw out, replacing it with a Twizzler. My dad picked up his drink, stared at the Twizzler, then looked at me while I pretended to play with my toys, trying desperately not to giggle.
He plucked the Twizzler out of the can, took a bite out of each end and stuffed it back in, sucking up a sip of his drink through it.
“Ah… That’s good stuff.” He winked at me, and we both started laughing hysterically.
Ever since then, I always make a Twizzler straw for my sodas, because it reminds me of him, and that perfect day when he was around. He never was again after that…
Kyran crashes back into the seat, balancing the laptop on the center console, so we can stay in the backseat. But this time, when he leans up against my side, I drape my legs over his lap, cuddling up to him even closer.
Because for some reason, right now, I just need it.
We watch the movie in silence for a bit, though I’m surprised he can’t hear how loudly the mechanics of my mind are clanking and banging, like an old crankshaft that’s cranking way too fast.
There’s just so much going on in my head; so much confusion and contemplation…
So much sudden desire to figure out where we stand.
“Hey…” I mumble when it gets to be too much.
“Mm?” he grunts sleepily with his lips in my hair.
“So… tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve…”
Smooth, Avi. Tell him what holiday tomorrow is, like he’s an alien who just landed here and has no idea what December 31st means.
Kyran chuckles. “Does that happen every year?” His tone is teasingly sarcastic, but the smile I can hear in it turns me to a big ball of mush in his lap.
“Ha ha.” I purse my lips, peeking up at him. “Do you have any plans?”
He blinks at me for a second before answering. “Yea, um… Guty’s throwing a party at our dorm…”
