Page 133 of For the Fans
Jesus, his filthy fucking mouth is gonna make me come…“I’m there, baby,” I tell him as my balls tighten and I fuck up intohim rough,animalisticin the way we’re slamming our bodies together. “Come for me, gorgeous.”
“I’m coming for you…” His entire body shudders, and he groans out loud.
Pulses of slick orgasm shoot up from his cock, hitting him in the chest and flowing down his muscles. I’m watching it happen over his shoulder, mesmerized at how fucking sexy he looks when he comes.
Heisso beautiful… Gorgeous and perfect… andmine.
Kyran’s body slumps forward, and I hold his cheeks open, watching my dick disappear into his ass as my own climax pulls me over the edge. And I begin throbbing inside him.
“Fill me, Avi…” he whimpers, reaching underneath us to massage my balls, fingers tracing where we’re joined. The feeling keeps my orgasm going on for longer than I thought possible. And my thrusts don’t stop chasing it, pushing my cum into him as deep as I can get it.
“God, I fuckinglovecoming in you…” I groan, my voice all hoarse and shaky. I lean over his back, our slick muscles sliding together while I rut into him, milking it all out. “You’re so perfect the way you take it, baby.”
“Keep going…” he pleads quietly. “Keep fucking me.”
My brain is hazy as I give him what he wants, stroking my dick in him until it begins to soften. I don’t even understand it, but he can’t get enough, mewling and gasping the entire time, like he might be having multiple orgasms… Which I didn’t even know was possible for guys.
I know he would hate to hear this, but I think Kyran is a power bottom. Seriously… Whether he likes it or not, he wasmadeto take dick in his ass.
But then something unwanted pops into my head… An image of him with someone who isn’t me. Pictures of him giving his assto other guys are swarming my mind, and I hate it. It makes me want to retch.
Pulling out, I flop down onto the bed beside him, and he collapses with a breath, stretching out his limbs. I struggle to swallow the ickiness climbing up my throat, focusing on running my fingers along his bicep while he rolls onto his side, blinking at me. My hat is half dangling off my head, so he pushes it off the rest of the way. And I have no freaking idea what makes me do this, but before his arm pulls away from me, I press a kiss onto his wrist.
He stares at me for a moment, eyes glazed from the orgasm, hair all tousled around. He looksamazing, and I really hate it. I hate how good he always looks, and how I can’t help but fixate on it. I hate how I just know thateveryonefixates on it, and it’s only a matter of time before he decides to… branch out and let other people see him the way I am right now.
“Are you going to run away again…?” I whisper, gliding my fingers down to the bruises already forming on his hip.
“Would it matter?” He chews on his swollen bottom lip. “I’ll just show back up…” His eyes fall from mine while I fall into the spell of his Adam’s apple sliding in his throat. “I can’t stop…”
“Then stop trying,” I hum, going for broke and sloping my calf over his, nestling into him. Kissing his neck, shoulder, arm…
“But I have to.” He pulls back, sitting up like he’s about to bolt.
I sigh out of frustration, and some sadness I wish wasn’t there, dropping my face into the pillow. “Youdon’t… But whatever.”
The feel of his fingers tracing mine curls my neck, and I peer up at him.
“Avi… I need you to know that I’m really sorry about what I said earlier,” he mumbles, in a tone I haven’t heard from him allthat often. Sincerity, and regret. “I didn’t mean any of it, I was just…”
“Being an asshole.” I smirk, and he chuckles.
“Yea,” he sighs, nodding slowly. “A huge, obnoxious asshole.”
“Well, at least you can admit it,” I breathe, wriggling myself closer to him.
“I still have to go, though.” He inches away.
I shake my head petulantly. “No.”
“Yes.” He grins.
I walk my fingers up his thigh. “I’ll only forgive you if you stay…”
“Avi, I can’t stay here.” His tone grows a little firmer, the seriousness pulling my eyes up to his.
“Because you’re afraid of someone seeing you leave in the morning…”
He swallows, but doesn’t respond.
