Page 138 of For the Fans
“Okay…” I blink while he goes back to the computer, typing out a new description. “What kind of post?”
Avi grabs his phone off the table, opens the front-facing camera, and aims it at us. Before I can even process what he’s doing, he slinks his fingers onto my jaw and tugs me to his mouth. I’m sort of startled at first, par for the course when kissing him, because it’s just so different…
I guess in theory it could feel like a girl’s mouth… Warm, with full, soft lips like fluffy pillows. But he’s more dominant than any girl I’ve ever kissed; the way his mouth advances on mine, as if he’s a settler exploring new territory and claiming it for himself.
He also does this thing where he bites my bottom lip, but in a gentle, erotic sort of way, tugging it between his teeth before grazing it with his tongue, then brushing it inside my mouth to tease mine. It hypnotizes me; puts me in a trance, like when you hold a cat by the scruff of its neck.
He’s a really fuckinggreatkisser, but I don’t think I can voice such compliments to him. Instead, I’m just shivering here, under the spell of his mouth while his hand glides down my chest, thumb flicking my nipple through my shirt until I whimper.
I hear the distinct sound of a picture being taken, and it snaps me out of it. My eyes open as he’s pulling back, blinking hooded lids at me.
“See?” he breathes, his voice all gravelly. “The business can still… feel good.”
What does that mean?? I’m so confused…
I don’t think I could speak if I had words to offer up. So I just sit quietly while he assesses the picture of us on the screen.
“Aw, this came out so good,” he sighs, almost flippantly, the way you’d cheer over a great picture of a sunset.
Pursing my lips, and once again ignoring the heat in my face, I check the screen. The picture of us kissing brings on the same tingling thrill I’ve felt while watching our videos. It looks like a picture of two strangers; acouple.
A wave of unease crashes in my gut, mixing up with the excitement to make me sort of dizzy. But Avi is completely unaffected by it, as usual. He’s just playing around on his phone, modifying the picture to blur parts of my face.
Squirming, I manage to conjure up some words as a distraction. “Why don’t you blur your face?”
He glances at me, features going serious. “I’m not really sure…”
“If you had to guess…” I push on.
He purses his lips, thinking for a moment before he shrugs. “I guess I… like the attention. I like them fawning over me, as aperson. And I mean, no one knows who I actually am. I don’t use my real name or anything.”
“But if someone who knows you sees it, then they could tell people,” I rumble, spinning through sudden dreadful thoughts. “They could figure out that I’m in the videos with you…”
“I promise you, that won’t happen,” he says confidently.
“How do you know that?” I scoff.
“Just trust me, okay?” He reaches over, sliding his fingers through mine.
“Avi…” My voice creeps from within my throat. “Why are you holding my hand?”
His lips curl into one of those damn cocky smirks. “What’s wrong…? Is it making you uncomfortable?” I scowl and try to rip my hand away from his, but he holds on tighter. Leaning over my face, he whispers, “So, I can slide my cock in and out of your ass, but hand-holding is too intimate for you,Kyran?”
Burning flames of humility rush up my neck from his words, a hard throb happening between my legs. And he’s just chuckling at my clear discomfort, whipping up fury in my muscles.
“Stop fucking with me,” I hiss through clenched teeth, hating how he always does this.
Pisses me off and turns me on at the same time. It’s fucking bullshit.
There’s the annoyance. And here I thought it might have gone...
“But I don’t wanna stop fucking with you.” He breathes more rumbly chuckles over my mouth, hovering until I’m wriggling to get away from him. He finally releases my hand, but instead, slides his over my crotch, where my erection is stiffening up quick. “It’ssomuch fun.”
“Get off me, Avi…” I shiver at the sensation, wanting to fight against him, for my pride, but also desperately chasing the aching lust I can’t seem to overcome. It’s ridiculous. “I’mnotyour baby, and I didn’t come here to record content…”
Lies.
“Well, that’s just not true.” He grins on my ear, flicking it with his tongue until I shudder.
