Page 130 of For the Fans
Taking his jaw in my hand, I hover over his mouth like I’m about to kiss him. But instead, I spit the booze in between his ready and waiting lips. He actually hums from within his chest as the liquor dribbles into his mouth. And I watch on eagerly at the delicious sight of his throat adjusting to swallow, some of the liquid spilling over from the corner of his mouth. Using my tongue, I lap it up, then capture his lips, and he kisses me back, feeding me his tongue to taste the fiery bourbon from within his mouth.
“So fucking hot.” I rock my dick into his while his eyes droop shut. “Want more?”
He nods fast. “Yes, please.”
“Mmm… So youcanbe nice to me,” I murmur, sloshing around the bottle of booze. My hand runs up the hard lines of his abs, then onto his chest, cupping his pectoral. “You’re a good boy when we’re all alone…”
“Avi, I said I’msorry,” he whispers, but I shake my head.
“Not right now.”
I take another sip of liquor, spitting it into his mouth. He arches up to me to get it, swallowing and breathing out a ragged groan.
Closing the bottle, I drop it onto the floor, grabbing his hand and using two of his fingers to swipe his wet lips. Then I bring them to my mouth, stuffing them inside and sucking them hard.
He’s squirming beneath me, his cock trapped on his abs by mine, both of them thick and throbbing while my hips move to rub them together. I’m high on the feeling, all electric warm sensation as I suck on his fingers, dragging them out of my mouth and down my chest to tease my nipple.
“Avi…” he whines, hoarse and shivering.
“Mhm?”
God, the feeling of his wet fingers on my nipple has my balls thumping.
“Tell me…” His voice trails off, and he gulps.
I peer down at him, and his cheeks are all manners of flushed. “Tell you what?”
He swallows visibly again, whispering, “Tell me you think I’m beautiful.”
He bites his lip, and my head is swimming. I don’t know why he’s asking me for this… There’s no possible way he doesn’t know how purely gorgeous he is. People have been telling him he’s beautiful the whole time I’ve known him… Myself included in the recent weeks.
But there’s something about the way his eyes are gleaming up at me. The way he’s touching me, his fingers slowly brushing up and down my thighs. I think he might be… coming to terms with something. And apparently, I’m a part of that, which makes me feel so damn special, I think my heart is actively trying to spring out of my chest like a cuckoo clock.
I don’t want to put too much stock in this, because he’s always a little affectionate when we’re together in private. And come tomorrow, he’ll be back to acting like we’re nothing. But for right now, I can see the Kyran who comes back to me; the one whoknocks on my door in the middle of the night and crawls into bed with me, awaiting something that only I can give him.
I really,reallylike that Kyran. Even if he’s not real.
Letting go of his hand, I melt over him, brushing his lips with mine. “Baby… You aresogoddamn beautiful. I don’t think, Iknow.”
Kyran trembles beneath me, fingertips grazing my lower back. Then he mumbles, barely audibly, “You’re beautiful too, Avi. I think you’re… so fucking sexy.”
I freeze for a moment, stunned by what I’m hearing. I don’t want to freak him out by gawking at him, but I really can’t help it.
He just called me… Sexy?
I mean, beautiful is one thing.Flowersare beautiful.
Butsexy??You only call things sexy when you’re physically attracted to them. And sure, maybe it just means that he wants to have sex with me, but even that is sort of amazing.
This isn’t just for the camera… I can tell. He’s actually feeling this.
Kyran blinks at me, because I’m just staring at him like an idiot. “I mean, Iknowyou are. You’re hot as fuck… and your body is… perfect.”
He’s suddenly much squirmier, gnawing on his lower lip while he breaks our eye contact. I’m trying so hard to fight the psychotic grin on my lips, so I lower my face into the crook of his neck to hide it.
“Is it…?” I rumble, kissing his warm skin.
“Yea,” he croaks, as my tongue circles his pulse.
