Page 96 of For the Fans
“Are you sure you can handle me… fucking you…” I choke on the words. “In the ass?”
He breathes a rumbling laugh, pressing his hips down onto mine, our dicks reacquainted once more. Idespisehow much it lights me the fuck up. “The way I see it, the other way around might make more sense.”
A nervous chill sweeps through me, and I shake my head. “No way. You arenotputting your dick anywhere near my ass.”
“Says who?” he hums, brushing his lips down my jaw.
“Says me.”
“Mmm… You don’t know what you want.” He drops a kiss on my throat. “I think you mightloveme fucking you… in the ass.”
A soft sound gasps from my lips, and I cover it by clearing my throat. “No. You’re taking it.” He pulls back and gives me a squinting look. “End of discussion, Avi.”
“We’ll flip for it.” He grins.
“No fucking way!” I rip my hands out of his. “I’m not gonna flip a coin to decide who fucks who.”
“Whom.”
“I’m going to hit you.” I glare at him, sitting up on my elbows while he backs up.
“Okay, well, I’m not going to let you fuck me just because you thinkyou’rein charge.” He scoffs. Then his fingers brush over the outline of my cock, and I shudder. “I think we both know you need to loosen the reins on that control that keeps you all bunched up with stress.”
I roll my eyes. “So you’re saying a ride on your dick is like a trip to a day spa?”
“Could be.” His grin widens, and he shrugs. “You’ll never know if you don’t try…”
“See, this is why we can’t do this,” I sigh. “We can’t agree on anything.”
Avi crawls off of me and rises to his feet. “That’s where you’re wrong.” He extends his hand to me, and I stare at it. “I think wecanagree, you just need to stop being so stubborn.”
Puffing out an exhale, I allow my shoulders to fall back, easing out of my inner tension long enough to take his hand. He yanks me to my feet, but doesn’t let go.
Instead, he drags me, stumbling, into his bedroom.
“What…” My eyes fall to his bed, where we sucked each other off the last time I was here, and I gulp. “What did you have in mind…?”
“Neither of us have ever done any butt stuff before…” He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Right?”
My teeth grind together, grumbling over the noise in my head. “No. Definitely not.”
“So if either one of us is going to get fucked in the ass, we’ll need to prepare for it.” He stares at me, like he’s waiting for a reaction. But I’m just staring back. “Like, priming.”
“Priming??” I huff. “What kind of word ispriming?”
“It’s a word, don’t worry about it.” He tugs his shirt over his head, then shoves his pants down.
And he’s not wearing any boxers underneath. So now he’s just standing,nakedin front of me, in only a backwards cap and a smirk, like something about this is fucking funny.
“Dude… what the fuck.” I look away, and he laughs.
“Kyran, for fuck’s sake…” He sighs, strutting over to his bed and crashing down onto it. “How are we going to have sex if you can’t even look at me naked?”
“That’s a great question…” I mutter, peeking at him.
He’s lying on his side, watching me. Dick half-hard, head propped up by his elbow. And I’m buzzing with all sorts of things… Mostly annoyance. Because he’s so goddamn irritating, but I can’t help how I feel compelled to counter him.
To let go of my hang-ups and match his energy; to prove I’m not the uptight, preppy asshole he thinks I am.
