Page 108 of For the Fans
“No,” I rumble.I’m not.“I just don’t want to be getting some ditz’s sloppy seconds.”
His jaw clenches as he glares up at me. “But it’s just business, right…? So what difference does it make?”
He has a point. I don’t even know why I’m asking him this stuff.
“Prime recording time is when you’re all wound up and needing a release,” I breathe over his mouth. “That’s what the fans want to see…”That’s what I want.
Kyran’s face flushes. “I haven’t been with anyone, okay? Can we just… do this?”
My hand squeezes his hip as I drag my aching cock along his. “Tell me you want it.”
“Fuck you, Avi,” he growls, and my limbs tremor with the thrill that always comes from fighting with him. I don’t understand it, but it lights me the fuck up. “You know why we’re doing this…”
“Tell me…” I lower my lips to his jaw and bite him. “Or you don’t get what you came for.”
He hums like he’s fighting for irritation, but the feel of our heated flesh and stiff cocks rocking together, my teeth nipping his sensitive skin, has arousal winning out.
He whispers, “I want to feel you—it.” He corrects himself quickly, then clears his throat, his whispers taking on a nervous shake. “Just… fuck me, Avi. I want you to… fuck me.”
That’s what I wanted to hear.
Humming, satisfied and so fucking ready, I drop more slow kisses on his mouth, biting his lips while reaching for the lube I stashed beneath my pillow. I drag the bottle down his armto his hand while we grind our big, swollen dicks together, ragged breathing becoming the perfect soundtrack for this illicit moment.
“I want you to do it,” I tell him, working my mouth down to his throat so I can nip that precious Adam’s apple. “Make us both wet.”
Kyran’s hands are shaking so bad, he can barely hold the bottle. But he gets there, uncapping it and squeezing some lube onto his fingers. Honestly, I think I might love how afraid he is…
This is a guy who thrives under pressure. Who whips balls fifty yards while fifty thousand people scream around him. He’s not easily shaken. Yet doing this, withme, turns him into a twitchy, uncool…virgin, I guess, for lack of a better word.
I’m kind of obsessed with it.
Exploring his chest with my mouth, I flick my tongue over his nipple, sucking it between my lips until his hips buck and he purrs.
There’s that noise again… Fuck me sideways.
“How’s that feel?” I ask, lapping at his pebbled flesh some more, pulling and sucking it into a sexy little point that’s dripping with my saliva.
“God…good,” he hums, reaching for my cock with his lubed hand. “It feelssogood… I didn’t know that would feel—uhhmf…good.”
A smirk graces my lips.He’s so fucking cute.
God, help me.
Moving over to the other one, I repeat the lustful torture, suckingharder, latching onto his nipple and tugging it with my teeth until he’s moaning out the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard. His fist wraps around my cock and he strokes it slowly with a firm grip to match the painful pleasure my mouth is giving his chest. He covers my length in lube from tip to balls, jerking me so good I’m leaking on him.
“Put some in your ass,” I whisper, and his hand slows. “The lube… Get your hole nice and wet for me, baby.”
“What did I say aboutbaby…” he growls, hooded eyes glaring at me while he squirts more lube onto his fingers.
I pout. “But I like it.”
“I don’t care what you like,” he huffs. “I’m not some girl, Avi. I’m a fuckingman.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “So guys can’t be calledbaby?”
“No,” he insists firmly.
“Why not?”
