Page 163 of For the Fans
“Fine,” he sighs, reaching over to yank my hand onto his thigh. “If I promise to watch it, will you shut up?” I nod animatedly. “Good. Now, eat your snacks and be quiet.”
There’s no possible way I could evict the smile of a purely insane person that’s now living on my face. It’s a squatter, at this point.Ain’t goin’ nowhere.
I open us both a soda, then tear into a bag of Twizzlers for me, handing him some popcorn. And we eat one-handed while watching the movie, our other hands joined in the middle, fingers threaded and gently toying with one another.
This is by far the most romantic date I’ve ever been on.Okay, it’s theonlyreal date I’ve ever been on, as an adult. I had a few stupid trips to the movies with girls in high school, but I’m telling you… panicking over taking their tiny hand in my sweatyone was nothing like the effortless way Kyran’s big hand fits in mine.
It just feelsright, this whole thing. Being with him…
Even if it’s not, I don’t give a sparkling fuck soaring through the air. I never want this to end.
About halfway through the movie, I’m on a bit of a sugar high, inching in as close to him as I can get, which isn’t anywhere near close enough for me, with the stupid center console in the way. The sun has set, and the darkness surrounding the car is putting me in a bit of a mood.
“Can we go into the backseat…?” I purr in my most seductive tone, releasing his hand so I can walk my fingers up his thigh.
His eyes slide over to mine, glistening in the lack of light. “You think we’ll still be able to see the movie back there…?”
Shrugging, I crawl over to him, kissing his neck. “Not like we haven’t seen it a million times.”
I’m sucking his earlobe gently between my lips while he hums, breathing picking up significantly. “Okay, but we’re not even supposed to be here…” He sounds like he’s trying to fight against the lust we both know is going to win as my hand rubs up and down on his growing erection. “If we get caught, we’ll be fucked.”
“Sofuckingwill happen either way,” I whisper. “And stop acting like being bad doesn’t totally turn you on… Oh,stepbrotherof mine.”
He grumbles a sexy laugh, grasping my jaw and yanking my mouth to his. Sucking on my lips, he gives me his tongue, and I tease it with mine before tugging that sweet, plump pillow of a lip between my teeth.
Forcing myself off him, I climb into the backseat—not very gracefully, I might add—crashing onto it while we both laugh. Kyran comes in after me, easing himself over my body where I’mlying, gaze hooded and watching him as he tugs his shirt over his head.
I can’t help the way my greedy hands crawl up his abs and his chest, taking in the feel of soft skin draping hard slopes of muscle, every bit as satisfying as devouring them with my eyes. Kyran opens his pants, then undoes mine, our bodies instantly pressing together while we quench an erotic thirst with our lips.
There’s an obvious lack of space in here that I’m very much enjoying. It’s a pretty roomy backseat, but still, we’re both big; over six feet and muscled, pawing at each other to build a congested heat that’s already fogging up the windows.
He drags my pants down enough to get my dick out, pushing his jersey out of the way as he lowers his mouth to my cock. Licking it once slowly, his warm lips suck me in until my hips are chasing the good feelings.
Kyran fists the material of his jersey, slurping off my dick to breathe, “You’re keeping this on. The whole time.”
I nod, twisting my fingers in his hair. “Whatever you want, Number Nine.” Shoving his mouth back down on my cock, my eyes roll back at the sensation and the way his tongue cradles me. “Fuck, I love getting head from the quarterback of the football team…”
He hums, grinding his erection on my thigh as he pops off. “How about sliding your big cock into the quarterback of the football team?”
“I love that too…” I bite my lip, my mind swirling around some thoughts from earlier.
Kyran sinks his mouth onto me once more, bobbing on my dick while he tugs my pants down farther, shoving his own beneath his ass.
“Baby, I was thinking…” I gulp, my heart pounding from the adrenaline of doing this here, the feeling of him sucking mesilly. But also, with nerves for what I’m about to say. “About the surprise I was gonna give you…”
“The sexy surprise?” he rumbles, fully invested in kissing a line down my length, feathering my balls with his tongue.
“Yea, that one.” I drag my fingertips across his shoulder blades. “I could give it to you now… If you want.”
He peeks up at me, cheeks flushed his usual gorgeous pink. “There’s no way I’m saying no to that.” His hand slides up into my shirt, thumb flicking my nipple while he sucks on my nuts.
“Okay…” I shiver, parting my legs as best I can. “So… here it is…”
I’m stammering like an idiot, and I can’t help it. I’ve been wanting to try this for a while now, but it’s still making me all fidgety to confess.
“Kyran…” I rasp as he kisses various places on my dick and between my thighs.
“Avi…” He yanks my pants down even more, and I purr.
