Page 52 of For the Fans
Gazing down, I catch him glaring up at me, shooting me with a fiery look that both locks me in unease and sets off a need inside me to continue fucking with him. It’s soeasyto piss him off, it’s barely even a challenge. And while I know I should just leave him alone, I hate backing down, especially to preppy dickheads like him.If he can dish it out, then he needs to be able to take it.
So in that spirit, I allow my hand toaccidentallyslip off of Frankie’s hips and onto his.
This time, he whips his mouth away from hers and growls, “Stop.”
“Oops… My hand slipped.” I restrain my smirk while yanking Frankie’s head back and turning her face so I can kiss her.
I can feel him seething, but I focus on sucking her mouth, teasing her tongue while her hand moves to rub my dick over my pants. It feels good, and when my eyes subtly creep open, I catch sight of her doing the same to Kyran with her other hand.
With my left hand, I slip between her thighs from behind to touch her pussy. And I feel fingers. Kyran’s finger.
He tries to slap my hand away. So I slaphishand away.
“I was here first,” he grunts.
“Yea, but I’m better at it.”
“Boys…” Frankie huffs on my lips, then rolls out from in between us, flopping onto her back on the bed next to Kyran. “You can both finger me at the same time.”
“No fucking way,” he hisses.
I squint at him in frustration. And then we both notice that since she’s moved away, I’m kneeling over his thigh with our hands touching, and there’s no girl in the middle to keep us apart.
Kyran yanks his hand away from me, scooting back and whipping his leg, probably to make it seem less like I’m on top of him. But when he does, he knees me in the balls, and I groan in pain, cupping my nuts for dear life.
“Fuck you, dick!” I crumple onto my side. It wasn’t all that hard of a hit, but still.Sensitive area.
“Serves you right,” he breathes, propping himself up on his elbows. “I told you to stay away from me.”
“Yea, well… personal bubbles don’t really work in threesomes, dumbass.”
Straightening, I move over Frankie, who’s grinning up a storm like this is the funniest thing ever. I grab her by the thighs, hauling her closer while she squeals.
Delighted giggles flee her lips as I lower my face to her tits, kissing all over them, removing bits of her costume to expose them fully. My eyes shift, and I watch her rubbing Kyran’s crotch, reaching inside his pants. He still seems tense as fuck, but his eyes flutter shut when she starts stroking him from inside. Head tipping back, his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows. And I can’t seem to take my eyes off the sight, even with Frankie’s perky handful of tits in my mouth.
Kyran’s lips are parted as little breaths leave them. My gaze slides over his chest while it moves up and down, the curves of his muscles looking sosmoothand contoured… Complexion creamy and a little flushed.
Shaking myself out of it, I close my eyes and focus on what I’m doing, sucking Frankie’s nipple between my lips. Then I slip my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, swooping them down her legs and tossing them across the room.
Moving with the mood, I kiss a line down her stomach, pushing her legs apart and positioning my face in front of her pussy. I take in a breath to steady my racing pulse before extending my tongue to give her clit a nice lick. She purrs, so I do it again, licking and licking until I feel fingers by my face. My eyes crack open, watching her moving Kyran’s hand down to where I’m currently sinking my tongue inside her. And I have no idea what possesses me to do so, but I wrap my lips around one of his fingers for a quick suck before he yanks it away.
This time, I can’t help the devious chuckle rumbling in my chest.
“Fuck off, weirdo,” he snarls, rather breathlessly, I might add.
“Sorry… My tongue slipped.” I steady myself with a hand on his thigh, which, of course, he also jerks away from.
“Stop fucking touching me,” he snarls as Frankie pushes his fingers onto her clit.
He takes over and starts rubbing her, then stuffs two fingers inside her, causing her to gasp. My eyes are locked on the sight of Kyran’s long fingers pumping in and out while my mouth inches closer, attempting to maneuver around them in order to lick her clit. It’s difficult, and every now and again, my lips or tongue will touch his fingers, completely by accident.
“Don’t lick me, Avi,” Kyran threatens. “Or I’ll rip your tongue off.”
“Mmm… that’s it. Talk dirty to me,” I tease.
He makes it way too easy.
Kyran growls, his movements slowing. “I’m gonna fucking murder you.”
