Page 90 of For the Fans
He uses them to try to clean himself up inside his pants, while I do the same, my thoughts speeding through everything that just went down in this bathroom.
What an amazing shitshow…
“How the fuck are we going to get out of here without anyone seeing us both leave?” he rasps, rubbing his eyes in front of the mirror.
He looks stressed.And so soon after such a killer orgasm.It puts a damper on my own mood, because I don’t want him to be nervous, or afraid.
“Everyone’s drunk. I guarantee they won’t notice,” I tell him, and he peers at me. “But you can leave first. I’ll wait a few minutes, then sneak out. Trust me, no one pays attention to me at these parties. I’m, like, invisible.”
Kyran’s head cocks, and his lips part like he’s going to say something. But he doesn’t. He just nods, then bites his lip, his eyes sliding back to himself in the mirror.
I have no idea what prompts me to say this… Maybe I’m just drunk, coasting on the high of that fantastic, if not foolhardy orgasm…
But watching him stare at himself in the mirror like he has no idea who he is has the words tumbling out of my mouth. “We should fuck sometime.”
Kyran’s face whips around, and he glares at me like I’ve completely lost my mind. Maybe I have… Because no sane, rational person would say what I just said.Right?
He grumbles, “I don’t want to—”
But I cut him off with my finger on his lips and murmur, “We both know you do.” My hand slips away, and he stays quiet, his eyes falling to my mouth. “Plus… it’s for the fans. TheOnlyFans, I mean.”
“I’m not gonna fuck you for money, Avi,” he growls.
My gaze narrows at him. “Who saysyou’dbe fuckingme?”
He stares at me for a moment in silence before a laugh bubbles from within his throat. It’s amazing how little I’ve heard him laugh… It looks and sounds foreign when he does it.
“You’re delusional,” he sighs, pushing me out of the way and going for the door. But his fingers sort of graze my abs as he does, and he peeks at me one last time, reaching for the knob. “Leave it alone, Avi.”
My lips quirk as I step off to the side, out of view. “No promises, superstar.”
PoundTown69: Are you a raisin? Cuz you’re raisin my dick
FranknBeanz: Ass so tight I could crack my nuts on it
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“Someone’s checking you out.”
My eyes lift from the words on the page. And sure enough, there’s a girl I definitely recognize, sitting a few tables over, smiling at me and twirling her hair around her finger.
“Oh, yea. I’m sure that wouldn’t be disastrous or anything,” I mutter sarcastically, gaze falling back down to the book in front of me.
“Hey, football players and cheerleaders are, like, a known thing,” Guty says while absentmindedly flipping pages of his book, not even pretending to study. “Plus, you and Lexi aren’t exclusive, right?”
No, we are… not.
I shake my head. “We haven’t even really hooked up in weeks, aside from the occasional makeout session.”Which usually only seems to happen as a means to get a rise out of people…
My jaw tenses, and I redirect my thoughts.
“Hey, I love a good makeout session.” Guty grins, and when my eyes fling up to his, he winks.
I’m not trying to think about making out…
In bathrooms. With tall, muscle-clad smug, smirking… humans.
Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I shake it off and try to go back to my reading. But I’m getting nowhere because Guty has zero interest in studying. All he wants to do is talk shit, which is why I knew inviting him to the library with me was a bad idea.
