For the fans, p.41
For The Fans, page 41
My stomach twists into a painful knot. I swallow away the despondence and nod, breaking our eye contact. “Right. That makes sense…”
“Avi…” He hums my name. I don’t want to hear the pity in it, but it’s definitely there. “I would have invited you, but—”
“But I don’t belong there,” I mutter. “I get it. No worries.”
“No, that’s not it.” He shifts, moving so that he can look at me. But I’m still finding it difficult to meet his eyes right now. “I just didn’t want to… subject you to that whole… thing.”
“You mean a party with your friends who all think I’m a loser you hate being around?”
He shakes his head. “It’s not like that. I promise…”
I roll my eyes. “Then what is it like?”
He doesn’t speak. He just stares at me like he wants so badly to say something, but he can’t figure out how to make his mouth work.
Finally, he asks, “Do you have plans?”
I clear my throat. “Frankie’s having a party…” He nods, running his fingers over mine. I wish I could be as unaffected as he is, to spare myself from the inevitable heartache. But unlike him, I can’t stop my lips from whispering, “You should come over after.”
His fingers slowly thread with mine. “What if I came over before midnight…?”
My eyes spring to his, eyebrow arching. “Wouldn’t that look sort of… suspicious? Leaving a New Year’s party at your own dorm before midnight…”
He shrugs, playing with my fingers. “But what if the person I want to kiss at midnight is somewhere else…?”
Staring into his eyes, I’m lost for a moment in the blurred spots of mossy green that blend into the amber. They’re like a palette of paint I could dab a brush into, and make a special color just for him.
My chin bobs in a captivated nod. “Then I think you should leave the party… and go find that person.”
He smiles, leaning in closer to tease my lips with his. “So then it’s a date.”
“’Kay…” I whisper, forcing my voice to sound even.
But inside me, there’s an earthquake happening. Ground shaking, rocking my foundation with all this stuff I’m afraid to process.
This stuff I can’t ignore anymore.
Fuck the money… This isn’t about the fans.
Backwardz_Cap is officially smitten… and fucking terrified of what that means.
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Extricating myself from Frankie’s New Year’s Eve party proved more difficult than I’d expected.
It was a very fun party, as they tend to be, and all of our friends were there. I knew it wouldn’t be easy to slip out before the countdown to midnight, which is why I’d planned to make an undetected exit.
I would cause a distraction, and while everyone was focused on that, I’d slink out the door and rush back to my dorm to meet Kyran so we could kiss at midnight.
Because really, that’s what this whole thing is about, right? That’s why he wanted to come over before midnight… So we could do what we wouldn’t be able to do in front of people at either of our respective parties.
I’m starting to wonder if it would even be so bad. I’ve certainly never given a shit what people think about me… So what if they see me kissing my stepbrother?? Is it really that big of a deal?
What if we have feelings for each other? Are we expected to just push them away and forget about them because society might find it a little strange?
The thing is that I would be willing to take that kind of heat from people for Kyran. At this juncture in our bizarre, befuddling little relationship, I’m coming to terms with the idea of disappointing and weirding people out for him, because I care more about the way it feels to be with him than a million scoffs and eyerolls.
But I don’t think Kyran is in the same spot, and that’s been chomping away at pieces of my heart for the past twenty-four hours like some sadistic flesh-eating bacteria.
Kyran is confused about his sexuality. Add to that the fact that he’s in the spotlight, being the quarterback of a football team poised to bring home a major championship this year, who will no doubt be scouted by the NFL next season, I’m not sure coming out as a guy who’s having a relationship with his stepbrother is something he’s jumping at the chance to do anytime soon.
It kind of sucks, but this is the predicament we find ourselves in. So these little moments, like sneaking away to kiss at midnight, are becoming more and more important.
A half-hour ago, I challenged Micah to do a shot out of Frankie’s bellybutton, which I thought would serve as the perfect distraction to rile everyone up, keeping all attention on the two of them for long enough for me to slip out.
And it was actually working. Until Zeb spotted me, that loud-mouthed lush, and hollered, “Hey, Avi, where you goin’?!”
I paused with my hand on the doorknob, eyes squeezing shut as all the excitement deflated from my body. So close.
He and Bea staggered over to me, while across the room, Frankie was sitting up, shooting me a very suspicious look.
“I, uh… just need some fresh air,” I lied, pretending to be woozy and drunk, when in reality, the only real high I was feeling was more like a withdrawal for a certain set of lips. “I might throw up.”
“Oh, no!” Bea squealed in distress, grabbing me by the arm and tugging me toward the bathroom. “Come with me. I’ll get you some water and rub your back.”
“No… No, I’m fine.” I tried to yank myself away from her. “I just need to go—”
“What’s wrong with him??” Micah asked, rushing over with Frankie hot on his trail.
“Fuck me…” I muttered under my breath, rubbing my eyes.
“He feels sick,” Bea hiccupped, brushing her fingers through my hair.
“Don’t puke on my shoes!” Zeb cried, launching himself away from me.
“Is that right?” Frankie crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her gaze at me. “Feeling sick, are you, Aviel?”
It was clear she wasn’t buying my little ruse, but I barely even cared anymore. It was eleven-fifteen and I still needed to get all the way back to campus if I was going to make it to Kyran by midnight. For all I knew, he could already be there, waiting outside for me and thinking I ditched him.
Fuck this. I knew I should have given him my key.
“You guys, it’s okay. Really.” I finally yanked myself away from Bea’s grip, stumbling back to the door. “I just need some air. I’ll be right… back.”
Tugging my phone out of my pocket while I whipped open the door, I found a text from five minutes earlier.
Kyran: I’m here… Are you back yet?
“Fuck,” I whispered, diving out into the hall and rushing down the steps.
Me: I got held up... I’m so sorry. I’m on my way now, just sit tight
I was practically running to the T, but it didn’t even matter because I sat there waiting for it for twenty fucking minutes. New Year’s Eve had everything on a stupid delay, and I felt like an idiot for not getting out of there sooner. There were no Ubers, no Lyfts. Nothing.
I was stuck waiting on the goddamn train to get me back to him.
It eventually showed up, and now I’m on it, frantically bouncing my knee, watching the minutes disappear before my eyes.
At my stop, I leap off the thing and take off running again, across the goddamn campus. By the time I get to my building, it’s fucking eleven fifty-eight, and I can’t even wait for the stupid slow-ass elevator. I jog up four flights of stairs to my floor, rushing up the hall to find Kyran sitting on the floor in front of my door.
“I’m so… sorry…” I gasp, out of breath with blood rushing in my ears. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I struggle to suck air into my lungs before I pass out. “Wouldn’t… let me leave. Train… no Ubers… fucking ran… Jesus Christ…”
I’m seeing spots.
Kyran’s lips slope into an amused grin. His hands reach out and he drapes them over my chest. “Breathe, Avi.” I pull in a deep one, and he chuckles. “It’s okay. You made it.”
“Barely…” I huff.
People begin shouting from somewhere up the hall.
They’re counting down.
Kyran bites his lip, fingers sliding up my neck. I know I should probably bring him inside… I don’t know if we can do this out here, in the open. Someone might see…
But the chanting out numbers gets to five, then four, then three…
“Two,” he whispers, like he doesn’t give a single fuck about who could see us.
He just wants to kiss me.
And with my heart racing like I just did to get to him, that’s all I want in the world as I hum, “One.”
Crashing my lips onto his, I kiss him with my muscles trembling and my chest burning from so much more than just the exertion.
I did make it. I made it to us…
“Happy New Year, baby,” he murmurs into my mouth, holding on to my neck to keep me close as my fingers stroke through his silky soft hair.
“Happy New Year.”
I can’t stop kissing him. It just feels too good.
Being with him right now… knowing that he showed up because this is what he wanted too… it’s everything.
“Are you gonna bring me inside or what?” He grins on my lips, and I grin back, nodding.
“Come on, beautiful.” I take his hand while we both stand up. “You’re mine tonight.”
“Baby… Can I take it off? Please…”
“Not yet,” I growl, my fingers digging into his hips.
“Please, Avi…” he whimpers again, running his hand along his swollen cock. “I need to come so bad it hurts…”
“I know, baby,” I hum, chewing my lip at the sight of his dick bobbing on my abs, all engorged, pink, thick and fucking stunning. The cock ring is really holding him back, and it’s incredible to witness. “But you heard the rules. Not until I come again.”
He whines, grinding his hips against me, riding my cock in gradual, quivering motions with his hands on my knees to brace himself. We’ve already been fucking for over an hour, and he hasn’t come yet. I can only imagine the salacious burn he’s feeling from the torture of this edging.
We started with him bent over on all fours, my cock stretching and filling his tight ass until I came, leaving that sweet hole overflowing. Then we repositioned so that I could lie back and let him ride me, the perfect angle for me to watch the gift from our fans work its magic.
And we’ve already spent an exorbitant amount of time testing out our other gifts. Last night—slash this morning—we fucked till sunup, playing with vibrating plugs, and these little suction cup things you stick on your nipples. We made sure to record videos of us using them for the people who sent them, which was fun, because filming is what we do. It’s what’s made us into this… whatever we are now.
But off-camera is where the real sorcery has been happening. The connection we’ve been building, that seems to grow stronger and more powerful with every illustrious second we mutually feed into it.
This is becoming so much more than just sex for the fans.
It’s us. Not Backwardz_Cap and Not_Your_Baby… Kyran and Avi. Falling into each other, over and over again, because we want to.
Apparently, our bodies know no bounds where one another is concerned… Because I’m literal seconds from spilling inside him again. Seventh orgasm in the last eighteen hours, between sucking, fucking, and the one time he slid his cock inside my ass, wrapped my legs around his waist, and jammed at my prostate like he was trying to win a prize.
Of course, we were both winners in that scenario. And yes, the prize was more cum.
Which gives me an idea.
Lifting him off my dick, I move my hips, spreading my legs while he kneels in between, slumping against my leg with a tired sigh.
“Why’d you stop…?” He pouts, and it’s as sexy as it is adorable.
“Put your cock in me.” I breathe out the words in a rush, grabbing the lube and stroking some quickly onto his dick, magnified in its state of tumescence. The thing is fucking huge right now, and rock solid, which has me quivering below the waist.
Kyran bites his lip, scooting in closer while I aim his cock between my ass. He pushes in, and we both groan out loud.
“Fuck me, baby…” I hiss, but he’s already doing it, pumping into me with his palms on my chest. “Harder… faster… deeper, love. Fuck the cum out of me so you can get your orgasm.”
His hair is hanging in his eyes, both of us sweat-slicked, panting and grunting like fucking animals while he rides me out.
“Ummff… Avi… I might…” he croaks, running his hand down to fist my cock. “I don’t think I can hold it.”
“You can do it, baby.” My voice comes out all shaky from his vigorous thrusts. “I believe in you.”
“You’re the worst,” he mewls, dropping his face to suck on my nipples, jerking my dick and destroying me with the delicious burn of wet friction inside my body.
“You love it.” My head is fogging, muscles tensing, the orgasm bubbling up to a slow boil in my loins. “Fffuck, your big dick is gonna make me come…” Slapping my hands against his abs, I stop him and rasp, “Get back on my cock so I can come in you.”
He doesn’t hesitate or argue. Pulling himself out, he climbs back over my hips, seating himself fully on my pelvis, with every inch of me buried inside him. And the descent of his warm, tight channel sliding down my length is the final nail in the coffin.
I grab his hips hard, holding him in place while I shoot pulse after pulse inside him, whimpering hoarse sobs of, “Holy fuck… oh my God, I’m coming so hard in you… Again.”
“Avi…” he moans, flicking my nipples with his thumbs as he squirms on my cock, head tipped back, chest flying through wild breaths that match my own. “Your cum is so hot inside me…”
“Fuck yea, baby… work it out,” I mumble, forcing my eyes open to watch him. Then I peel the cock ring off his dick and his chin drops to aim a heady gaze at me. “Now come in me.”
“Thank God…” he whispers, sliding off my cock with my cum spilling everywhere. Moving back in between my legs, he holds my thighs open. “I wanna come all over you, baby… In your mouth and on your cock.” He shoves his dick inside me with a punishing thrust that has me crying at the overwhelming sensation. “But pouring deep in your ass wins.”
“Uhhfffuck.” Nonsense flows from my lips. I’m hypersensitive right now and feeling every single twinge of his thick cock as it moves in me. “K-Kyran…”
“Motherfucking fuck, I’m coming!” He gasps, crumbling and collapsing with his abs sealing to mine, trapping my sensitive, softening cock between us. “So hard… so, so hard, my dick is exploding.” He pushes and pulls steadily to milk out every aching throb I can feel flooding me.
It’s fucking incredible. More than incredible…
I think I’m dead.
“Ow… ow ow… ohhh boy…” Kyran whimpers, writhing us together and biting my throat. “Baby… I just came so hard in you it hurts…”
As I trickle back down to earth from the heavens, I find myself laughing. More like giggling. Seriously, I sound like a cartoon character, but I can’t even help it.
That was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. And now I’m laughing.
Kyran starts chuckling with me, and the next thing I know, we’re both snorting, our bodies wiggling together with voracious bouts of breathy laughter.
“Oh my God.” He croaks out his giggles, wiping his eyes as he lifts himself up and pulls out of me slowly. “We made such a mess!”
“And you sound like you lost your voice.” I chuckle, then frown. “Okay, so do I.”
“Do you have neighbors on the other side of that wall??” He grins lazily, nodding behind us while his fingers trace the lines of my chest. “They might think we’re killing each other in here…”
“If that’s murder, then call me Jeffrey Dahmer, gorgeous.” I wink at him, and he laughs. I tap him on the ass. “Okay. Up. As much as I want to hold on to you forever, there’s cum literally everywhere. Let’s go take a shower.”
Pressing his lips together to cover a crazed smile, he cocks his head. “Together?”
I sit up, putting us nose to nose. “You wanna?”
“I’m dying to.” He grins, kissing me softly.
It’s so slow, and warm, and chock full of passion, I’m melting all over the bed.
So all those times he was showering in there alone… I could have been joining him? Because he’s dying to…
It feels like my heart has escaped my ribcage and is flying all around the room like a free bird to Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Free Bird.”
Kyran peels off of me and stands up on wobbly legs. I do the same myself, and we walk together to the bathroom, casually peeking at each other and chewing on our lips to keep the psychotic grins from getting out.
“You’re walking like you just got turned out,” I tease, and he shoves me playfully.
“So are you,” he growls while I shove him back. “You’re pretty much my sperm bank at this point.”
I gasp, grabbing his arm while he play-fights me off. “You’re one to talk! That sweet ass has been ripping shots of my cum like tequila on Cinco de Mayo.”
He tosses his head back in a booming laugh, racing me into the bathroom. Reaching inside, he turns on the water, and I give his ass a little smack. His face whips in my direction, cheeks flushed as he forces a scowl.
“You like that, baby?” I crowd him, and he hums.
“Don’t tell the fans. They’ll start sending us whips and paddles.”
I laugh, feeling the water to make sure it’s warm enough. Then I hop in, taking his hand in mine and bringing him in behind me. The shower isn’t big—smaller than the one at home—so we pretty much have to stand with our bodies pressed together in order to both be under the water at the same time.
“Avi…” He hums my name. I don’t want to hear the pity in it, but it’s definitely there. “I would have invited you, but—”
“But I don’t belong there,” I mutter. “I get it. No worries.”
“No, that’s not it.” He shifts, moving so that he can look at me. But I’m still finding it difficult to meet his eyes right now. “I just didn’t want to… subject you to that whole… thing.”
“You mean a party with your friends who all think I’m a loser you hate being around?”
He shakes his head. “It’s not like that. I promise…”
I roll my eyes. “Then what is it like?”
He doesn’t speak. He just stares at me like he wants so badly to say something, but he can’t figure out how to make his mouth work.
Finally, he asks, “Do you have plans?”
I clear my throat. “Frankie’s having a party…” He nods, running his fingers over mine. I wish I could be as unaffected as he is, to spare myself from the inevitable heartache. But unlike him, I can’t stop my lips from whispering, “You should come over after.”
His fingers slowly thread with mine. “What if I came over before midnight…?”
My eyes spring to his, eyebrow arching. “Wouldn’t that look sort of… suspicious? Leaving a New Year’s party at your own dorm before midnight…”
He shrugs, playing with my fingers. “But what if the person I want to kiss at midnight is somewhere else…?”
Staring into his eyes, I’m lost for a moment in the blurred spots of mossy green that blend into the amber. They’re like a palette of paint I could dab a brush into, and make a special color just for him.
My chin bobs in a captivated nod. “Then I think you should leave the party… and go find that person.”
He smiles, leaning in closer to tease my lips with his. “So then it’s a date.”
“’Kay…” I whisper, forcing my voice to sound even.
But inside me, there’s an earthquake happening. Ground shaking, rocking my foundation with all this stuff I’m afraid to process.
This stuff I can’t ignore anymore.
Fuck the money… This isn’t about the fans.
Backwardz_Cap is officially smitten… and fucking terrified of what that means.
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Extricating myself from Frankie’s New Year’s Eve party proved more difficult than I’d expected.
It was a very fun party, as they tend to be, and all of our friends were there. I knew it wouldn’t be easy to slip out before the countdown to midnight, which is why I’d planned to make an undetected exit.
I would cause a distraction, and while everyone was focused on that, I’d slink out the door and rush back to my dorm to meet Kyran so we could kiss at midnight.
Because really, that’s what this whole thing is about, right? That’s why he wanted to come over before midnight… So we could do what we wouldn’t be able to do in front of people at either of our respective parties.
I’m starting to wonder if it would even be so bad. I’ve certainly never given a shit what people think about me… So what if they see me kissing my stepbrother?? Is it really that big of a deal?
What if we have feelings for each other? Are we expected to just push them away and forget about them because society might find it a little strange?
The thing is that I would be willing to take that kind of heat from people for Kyran. At this juncture in our bizarre, befuddling little relationship, I’m coming to terms with the idea of disappointing and weirding people out for him, because I care more about the way it feels to be with him than a million scoffs and eyerolls.
But I don’t think Kyran is in the same spot, and that’s been chomping away at pieces of my heart for the past twenty-four hours like some sadistic flesh-eating bacteria.
Kyran is confused about his sexuality. Add to that the fact that he’s in the spotlight, being the quarterback of a football team poised to bring home a major championship this year, who will no doubt be scouted by the NFL next season, I’m not sure coming out as a guy who’s having a relationship with his stepbrother is something he’s jumping at the chance to do anytime soon.
It kind of sucks, but this is the predicament we find ourselves in. So these little moments, like sneaking away to kiss at midnight, are becoming more and more important.
A half-hour ago, I challenged Micah to do a shot out of Frankie’s bellybutton, which I thought would serve as the perfect distraction to rile everyone up, keeping all attention on the two of them for long enough for me to slip out.
And it was actually working. Until Zeb spotted me, that loud-mouthed lush, and hollered, “Hey, Avi, where you goin’?!”
I paused with my hand on the doorknob, eyes squeezing shut as all the excitement deflated from my body. So close.
He and Bea staggered over to me, while across the room, Frankie was sitting up, shooting me a very suspicious look.
“I, uh… just need some fresh air,” I lied, pretending to be woozy and drunk, when in reality, the only real high I was feeling was more like a withdrawal for a certain set of lips. “I might throw up.”
“Oh, no!” Bea squealed in distress, grabbing me by the arm and tugging me toward the bathroom. “Come with me. I’ll get you some water and rub your back.”
“No… No, I’m fine.” I tried to yank myself away from her. “I just need to go—”
“What’s wrong with him??” Micah asked, rushing over with Frankie hot on his trail.
“Fuck me…” I muttered under my breath, rubbing my eyes.
“He feels sick,” Bea hiccupped, brushing her fingers through my hair.
“Don’t puke on my shoes!” Zeb cried, launching himself away from me.
“Is that right?” Frankie crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her gaze at me. “Feeling sick, are you, Aviel?”
It was clear she wasn’t buying my little ruse, but I barely even cared anymore. It was eleven-fifteen and I still needed to get all the way back to campus if I was going to make it to Kyran by midnight. For all I knew, he could already be there, waiting outside for me and thinking I ditched him.
Fuck this. I knew I should have given him my key.
“You guys, it’s okay. Really.” I finally yanked myself away from Bea’s grip, stumbling back to the door. “I just need some air. I’ll be right… back.”
Tugging my phone out of my pocket while I whipped open the door, I found a text from five minutes earlier.
Kyran: I’m here… Are you back yet?
“Fuck,” I whispered, diving out into the hall and rushing down the steps.
Me: I got held up... I’m so sorry. I’m on my way now, just sit tight
I was practically running to the T, but it didn’t even matter because I sat there waiting for it for twenty fucking minutes. New Year’s Eve had everything on a stupid delay, and I felt like an idiot for not getting out of there sooner. There were no Ubers, no Lyfts. Nothing.
I was stuck waiting on the goddamn train to get me back to him.
It eventually showed up, and now I’m on it, frantically bouncing my knee, watching the minutes disappear before my eyes.
At my stop, I leap off the thing and take off running again, across the goddamn campus. By the time I get to my building, it’s fucking eleven fifty-eight, and I can’t even wait for the stupid slow-ass elevator. I jog up four flights of stairs to my floor, rushing up the hall to find Kyran sitting on the floor in front of my door.
“I’m so… sorry…” I gasp, out of breath with blood rushing in my ears. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I struggle to suck air into my lungs before I pass out. “Wouldn’t… let me leave. Train… no Ubers… fucking ran… Jesus Christ…”
I’m seeing spots.
Kyran’s lips slope into an amused grin. His hands reach out and he drapes them over my chest. “Breathe, Avi.” I pull in a deep one, and he chuckles. “It’s okay. You made it.”
“Barely…” I huff.
People begin shouting from somewhere up the hall.
They’re counting down.
Kyran bites his lip, fingers sliding up my neck. I know I should probably bring him inside… I don’t know if we can do this out here, in the open. Someone might see…
But the chanting out numbers gets to five, then four, then three…
“Two,” he whispers, like he doesn’t give a single fuck about who could see us.
He just wants to kiss me.
And with my heart racing like I just did to get to him, that’s all I want in the world as I hum, “One.”
Crashing my lips onto his, I kiss him with my muscles trembling and my chest burning from so much more than just the exertion.
I did make it. I made it to us…
“Happy New Year, baby,” he murmurs into my mouth, holding on to my neck to keep me close as my fingers stroke through his silky soft hair.
“Happy New Year.”
I can’t stop kissing him. It just feels too good.
Being with him right now… knowing that he showed up because this is what he wanted too… it’s everything.
“Are you gonna bring me inside or what?” He grins on my lips, and I grin back, nodding.
“Come on, beautiful.” I take his hand while we both stand up. “You’re mine tonight.”
“Baby… Can I take it off? Please…”
“Not yet,” I growl, my fingers digging into his hips.
“Please, Avi…” he whimpers again, running his hand along his swollen cock. “I need to come so bad it hurts…”
“I know, baby,” I hum, chewing my lip at the sight of his dick bobbing on my abs, all engorged, pink, thick and fucking stunning. The cock ring is really holding him back, and it’s incredible to witness. “But you heard the rules. Not until I come again.”
He whines, grinding his hips against me, riding my cock in gradual, quivering motions with his hands on my knees to brace himself. We’ve already been fucking for over an hour, and he hasn’t come yet. I can only imagine the salacious burn he’s feeling from the torture of this edging.
We started with him bent over on all fours, my cock stretching and filling his tight ass until I came, leaving that sweet hole overflowing. Then we repositioned so that I could lie back and let him ride me, the perfect angle for me to watch the gift from our fans work its magic.
And we’ve already spent an exorbitant amount of time testing out our other gifts. Last night—slash this morning—we fucked till sunup, playing with vibrating plugs, and these little suction cup things you stick on your nipples. We made sure to record videos of us using them for the people who sent them, which was fun, because filming is what we do. It’s what’s made us into this… whatever we are now.
But off-camera is where the real sorcery has been happening. The connection we’ve been building, that seems to grow stronger and more powerful with every illustrious second we mutually feed into it.
This is becoming so much more than just sex for the fans.
It’s us. Not Backwardz_Cap and Not_Your_Baby… Kyran and Avi. Falling into each other, over and over again, because we want to.
Apparently, our bodies know no bounds where one another is concerned… Because I’m literal seconds from spilling inside him again. Seventh orgasm in the last eighteen hours, between sucking, fucking, and the one time he slid his cock inside my ass, wrapped my legs around his waist, and jammed at my prostate like he was trying to win a prize.
Of course, we were both winners in that scenario. And yes, the prize was more cum.
Which gives me an idea.
Lifting him off my dick, I move my hips, spreading my legs while he kneels in between, slumping against my leg with a tired sigh.
“Why’d you stop…?” He pouts, and it’s as sexy as it is adorable.
“Put your cock in me.” I breathe out the words in a rush, grabbing the lube and stroking some quickly onto his dick, magnified in its state of tumescence. The thing is fucking huge right now, and rock solid, which has me quivering below the waist.
Kyran bites his lip, scooting in closer while I aim his cock between my ass. He pushes in, and we both groan out loud.
“Fuck me, baby…” I hiss, but he’s already doing it, pumping into me with his palms on my chest. “Harder… faster… deeper, love. Fuck the cum out of me so you can get your orgasm.”
His hair is hanging in his eyes, both of us sweat-slicked, panting and grunting like fucking animals while he rides me out.
“Ummff… Avi… I might…” he croaks, running his hand down to fist my cock. “I don’t think I can hold it.”
“You can do it, baby.” My voice comes out all shaky from his vigorous thrusts. “I believe in you.”
“You’re the worst,” he mewls, dropping his face to suck on my nipples, jerking my dick and destroying me with the delicious burn of wet friction inside my body.
“You love it.” My head is fogging, muscles tensing, the orgasm bubbling up to a slow boil in my loins. “Fffuck, your big dick is gonna make me come…” Slapping my hands against his abs, I stop him and rasp, “Get back on my cock so I can come in you.”
He doesn’t hesitate or argue. Pulling himself out, he climbs back over my hips, seating himself fully on my pelvis, with every inch of me buried inside him. And the descent of his warm, tight channel sliding down my length is the final nail in the coffin.
I grab his hips hard, holding him in place while I shoot pulse after pulse inside him, whimpering hoarse sobs of, “Holy fuck… oh my God, I’m coming so hard in you… Again.”
“Avi…” he moans, flicking my nipples with his thumbs as he squirms on my cock, head tipped back, chest flying through wild breaths that match my own. “Your cum is so hot inside me…”
“Fuck yea, baby… work it out,” I mumble, forcing my eyes open to watch him. Then I peel the cock ring off his dick and his chin drops to aim a heady gaze at me. “Now come in me.”
“Thank God…” he whispers, sliding off my cock with my cum spilling everywhere. Moving back in between my legs, he holds my thighs open. “I wanna come all over you, baby… In your mouth and on your cock.” He shoves his dick inside me with a punishing thrust that has me crying at the overwhelming sensation. “But pouring deep in your ass wins.”
“Uhhfffuck.” Nonsense flows from my lips. I’m hypersensitive right now and feeling every single twinge of his thick cock as it moves in me. “K-Kyran…”
“Motherfucking fuck, I’m coming!” He gasps, crumbling and collapsing with his abs sealing to mine, trapping my sensitive, softening cock between us. “So hard… so, so hard, my dick is exploding.” He pushes and pulls steadily to milk out every aching throb I can feel flooding me.
It’s fucking incredible. More than incredible…
I think I’m dead.
“Ow… ow ow… ohhh boy…” Kyran whimpers, writhing us together and biting my throat. “Baby… I just came so hard in you it hurts…”
As I trickle back down to earth from the heavens, I find myself laughing. More like giggling. Seriously, I sound like a cartoon character, but I can’t even help it.
That was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. And now I’m laughing.
Kyran starts chuckling with me, and the next thing I know, we’re both snorting, our bodies wiggling together with voracious bouts of breathy laughter.
“Oh my God.” He croaks out his giggles, wiping his eyes as he lifts himself up and pulls out of me slowly. “We made such a mess!”
“And you sound like you lost your voice.” I chuckle, then frown. “Okay, so do I.”
“Do you have neighbors on the other side of that wall??” He grins lazily, nodding behind us while his fingers trace the lines of my chest. “They might think we’re killing each other in here…”
“If that’s murder, then call me Jeffrey Dahmer, gorgeous.” I wink at him, and he laughs. I tap him on the ass. “Okay. Up. As much as I want to hold on to you forever, there’s cum literally everywhere. Let’s go take a shower.”
Pressing his lips together to cover a crazed smile, he cocks his head. “Together?”
I sit up, putting us nose to nose. “You wanna?”
“I’m dying to.” He grins, kissing me softly.
It’s so slow, and warm, and chock full of passion, I’m melting all over the bed.
So all those times he was showering in there alone… I could have been joining him? Because he’s dying to…
It feels like my heart has escaped my ribcage and is flying all around the room like a free bird to Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Free Bird.”
Kyran peels off of me and stands up on wobbly legs. I do the same myself, and we walk together to the bathroom, casually peeking at each other and chewing on our lips to keep the psychotic grins from getting out.
“You’re walking like you just got turned out,” I tease, and he shoves me playfully.
“So are you,” he growls while I shove him back. “You’re pretty much my sperm bank at this point.”
I gasp, grabbing his arm while he play-fights me off. “You’re one to talk! That sweet ass has been ripping shots of my cum like tequila on Cinco de Mayo.”
He tosses his head back in a booming laugh, racing me into the bathroom. Reaching inside, he turns on the water, and I give his ass a little smack. His face whips in my direction, cheeks flushed as he forces a scowl.
“You like that, baby?” I crowd him, and he hums.
“Don’t tell the fans. They’ll start sending us whips and paddles.”
I laugh, feeling the water to make sure it’s warm enough. Then I hop in, taking his hand in mine and bringing him in behind me. The shower isn’t big—smaller than the one at home—so we pretty much have to stand with our bodies pressed together in order to both be under the water at the same time.
