Page 121 of For the Fans
“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 thebabything, 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?”
