Page 164 of For the Fans

“I want you to fuck me.”

His entire body goes still as his eyes slide up to mine. And I just know I’m blushing harder than he is right now.

“You wantmeto fuck…you?” he asks, blinking wide, awestruck eyes.

My head tilts. “Yea. Nowhere in the rules does it say you always have to be the bottom.” I grab him by the jaw to haul his lips up to mine. And he comes willingly, his natural submissiveness giving me a nice, hard throb in the balls. “I wanna try some of that pleasure that makes you weep for me, baby.”

Kissing him slow and wet, I reach for his cock, pulling on it and stroking it with my fist. I can feel it swelling up in an instant, so it’s probably safe to assume he wants to try this, too. And I’mdyingto know how it feels to be ridden raw the way he takes it from me.

I want him moving in between my legs… I want him rutting inside me, and I want to come on his cock. I want to fuckingbottom, at least once, just to see what it’s like.

And the staggering but somehow easiest facet is that I only want it withhim.

“Fuck…” he groans between my lips, fucking my fist slowly. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to…” His voice trails, and I hum. “But I’m glad you do. I wanna fuck you so bad, Avi.”

“God, I’m leaking already,” I pant. “Get that big dick inside me, please.”

“You’re gonna ruin my jersey, aren’t you?” He grins on my mouth, and I chuckle.

“You told me to keep it on…”

“Yea, because it’s hot as fuck.” He pulls away from my lips, gazing down with hooded eyes. “Even more now. I wanna shove my cock in you while you’re wearing my jersey, baby.”

Lord have fucking mercy… I will never get over how sexy it sounds when he calls me that.

Kyran yanks my pants down to my calves, pushing my legs apart as wide as he can to wedge himself in between. I think we’re both accepting that we can’t get fully naked right now… in the backseat of a rental car while trespassing and all. But surprisingly, it’s even hotter this way.

Both of us still clothed, for the most part, shoving our pants out of the way to fuck real quick before we get caught, because wecan’t not. There’s no option not to do this here… I’m insatiable for him, and I now know with full certainty that he feels the same way.

He kneels over my hips, and I have to take a second to lean down and suck his cock, because it really just looks scrumptious. He fucks my mouth for a few minutes, gripping me by the hair, almost painfully. But the sting is turning me on more, and I’mgulping him back, swallowing on him like a fiend to get every little drop of precum he feeds me.

Draping himself over me, he kisses my lips, then down my neck, lifting the jersey so he can glide his tongue between every divot in my abs. Then he sucks on my crown, doing this thing with his tongue where he slides it along the underside of my shaft, brushing while just my head pushes into his mouth.

He keeps moving down, kissing my balls, then cupping them in his palm, holding them as he sneaks his tongue between the crack of my ass.

“Uhh…Ky…” My hips lift to get him better access. The tip of his tongue teases my rim, and my entire body quakes. “That feels so fucking good.”

“I know, right?” He spreads my cheeks apart to eat me as best he can, though it’s difficult at this angle, with the lack of space and my pants still on.

Regardless, the feeling is sweet, tickling bliss.Another thing I’ve been desperate for him to do to me.

“Baby, it might work better if I… flip onto my stomach,” I rasp, curling at the waist to give him as much of my ass as possible. But he’s kneeling over my legs, so it’s hard to move.

“I know…” he mumbles, burying his face between my legs. “But I want to see your face.”

Aww… That’s sweet. Why is that so sweet?

“I promise I’ll… I’ll turn my face,” I breathe, sweating and burning up so hot my back is sticking to the leather. “I promise I’ll look at you.”

He nods and murmurs, “Okay,” sounding so sexy and eager for this, it has my heart crashing against my ribs.

Rolling me over, he kneels over the backs of my legs while he lifts the jersey enough to kiss a line down my spine, hands cupping my cheeks and opening me up wide.

“You have such a nice ass,” he marvels, massaging and kneading it with his fingers.

“So do you,” I hum, turning to gaze up at him from over my shoulder.

“And now I get to see my name on the jersey.” His lips curl excitedly before he sinks his mouth over my hole.