Page 66 of For the Fans

“Harder,” I demand on a breath. And to my surprise, he obeys, stroking my dick harder, pulling it in his direction withmy hips slanted toward him. Riding the high of him doing what I say, I rumble, “Move your pants down more.”

And he does. He uses his left hand to shove the waist down farther, wiggling himself free. Now both of our dicks are fully out, and I guess the curiosity is too much for him to ignore because his eyes creep open, his head tilting to peer down and watch his hand pump my cock.

When his lidded gaze slides back up to my face, it seems to accentuate how we are. And I can’t even help it. Like magnets, my eyes drop to his mouth, for just a split second. They pop back up quick, locking on darkened gold and green before falling once more to his moist and shivering lips.

Subtly has apparently flown right out the window.

“Don’t…” he growls.

“Don’t what?” I swipe my thumb over some slick wetness at the tip of his cock.

His chest shudders, and he groans, “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

I can taste the cinnamon from his breath, we’re so close. “What am I thinking about…?”

His face inches in closer, until our noses almost bump. “Donotfucking kiss me…”

It sounds like a threat, but the way his words are trembling, the way his entire body feels tense and coiled… it seems almost like adare.

Like he wants me to defy him, in the way that only I do.

“Why would I kiss you?” My chest is heaving, eyes struggling to stay open from the confounding pleasure of him working my cock rough and fast in his fist.

“Just… d-dont,” he stutters on a breath. And then he whispers, so low I barely even hear it. “Please.”

It winds me the fuck up. I have no idea why… I don’t understand it, but something about his soft, rumbly little pleahas my balls drawn so taut, I’m ready to erupt. My hand matches the tempo of his, and his mine. Even going lefty, I’m somehow just lost in this drive, pumping him up and down while both of our hips chase the friction in tandem.

I’m dizzy, a fog of desire swallowing me up and controlling my movements as my right hand crosses over, sliding up his chest. He snarls in protest, but it turns into a needy hum as my fingers graze his throat, then his jaw.

And I hold his face still before mine, whispering over his hot mouth, “I don’t have to.”

For all the anger, resentment, and animosity he’s been pushing forth up until now, I canfeelhim sloping into me, defying himself on purpose, and it drives me fucking crazy. My balls are throbbing,achingwith the need to come, the burn of him jerking me wild, pulling me right up to the edge.

Kyran’s fingers on his right hand graze my nuts, tickling them each time he goes down as his left hand flies to my shirt, gripping it in his fist. I can’t tell if he’s trying to push me away or pull me closer. I’m not even sureheknows, but the point is that we’re practically on top of each other now, warring with the speed of voraciously beating each other off into a frenzy.

“You gonna come for me?” I gasp over his mouth, my fingers sliding aggressively into his hair.

He nods fast, but doesn’t speak, biting back whimpers by chewing on his lower lip.

“Tell me…” I rasp, holding off my own orgasm because I don’t want this to stop yet.

“Fuck off…” he breathes, then groans, lashes fluttering.

My hand slows. “Maybe I should stop then…”

“No, don’t,” he pleads. “I’m… I’m gonna…”

“Gonna what?” My fingers thread into his soft hair.

I’m fuckinggoneright now… Abandoned all rationale and everything I thought I knew before this moment. I’m secondsfrom coming apart in his rough hand, rocking into his heat and his stubborn need.

“I’m gonna… come,” he croaks, hauling me closer by my shirt until I’m hovering over him, our hands bumping together in the furious chase. The swollen tips of our cocks brush and a shuddering cry brings hoarse words from his lips. “Fuck…Fuck you, Avi… fuck you, I’m gonna fuckingcomefor you.”

“God, I’m gonna fucking come,” I rumble, pressing my hips down so that our cocks are together and we’re fucking writhing and grinding them frantically. “Come with me.”

“I’m coming with you…” he whispers, then whines.

Then gasps. Thengroansout the sexiest fucking noise my ears have ever heard as hot cum starts spilling out of him, all over me.