Page 92 of For the Fans

“You’re so fucking hot,” she purrs into my mouth, grinding her small, petite body on me. “I’ve wanted to hook up with you for so long.”

“Mmmhm...” is all I can manage to say with her tongue pushing into my mouth.

My hands cup her ass, hauling her into me, which is easy because she’s almost a foot shorter and weighs practically nothing. Gripping and squeezing her butt, I can’t help but recognize how it’s much less muscular than the last one I hand in my hands…

Fuck. Stop it.

I’m instantly sweaty and hot beneath my clothes, my mind working overtime to focus on what I’m doing. Focus on thegirlI’m kissing… Her small, shapely form… Perky tits pushing against my chest.

This is what I like.Tits.They’re rubbing all over me while our tongues tangle, her flowery, feminine scent filling my nose.

My limbs are abnormally rigid, lungs tight like I’m suffocating, but I push past it. I ignore the fuck out of all of these stupid little thoughts andfocus.

“I know this is bad…” Krystle whispers while sucking on my lip. “If Lexi found out, she’d be so pissed.”

“I don’t… I’m not…” My words are getting caught in my throat, the mere act of trying to form a sentence taking a backseat to me just trying not to freak out about how small she is.

This is what I’m used to, goddamnit. Not… that other thing thatdid not happen, for fuck’s sake.

“I like it, though.” She keeps on talking, not picking up on how much I’m on the verge of a major freakout. Her lips pry away from mine and move over to my ear.Oh no…“It’s like it’s… forbidden.”

She sucks my earlobe between her lips, and I cringe.

“Do I do it better than her…?”

Shut up! Go away, Goddamn you!

I can’t fucking breathe. My lungs are burning like they’re running out of available oxygen. It feels like the room is getting smaller and smaller and…

My hands gently shove Krystle off of me while I frantically suck in air, struggling to breathe.

Her hands run over my chest, and she chirps, “Are you okay?”

Head wobbling, I rake my fingers through my hair, eyes creeping open to peek down at her. She probably thinks I’m a massive freak, which clearly, I am. So I say the first thing that comes to mind to get me out of this situation…

“I’m sorry… I can’t.” I gulp. “I can’t do this to… Lexi.”

Snatching my bag, I reach behind her to unlock the door. I know this looks awful, and I really don’t want this girl to run around spreading rumors that I’m a fucking weirdo, so I kiss her on the head before opening the door.

“I’m sorry, Krystle. You’re great, but I just… need to figure things out with Lexi before I hook up with anyone else. You understand, right?”

She doesn’t look thrilled, but her wide eyes are sympathetic as she nods and shows me a small smile. “You’re a good guy, Kyran. Remember… I’m always here if you need me.”

Right. Awesome.

“Thanks,” I mutter, storming out of the bathroom as fast as my legs will carry me.

Running away… Away from the memory of panting and kissing and hushed words in the bathroom.

I’ve been staring at myself in the mirror for far too long.

So long that I don’t even recognize the face looking back at me anymore.

Who are you…?

Where did you come from?

I can’t have this. I can’t haveanyof it. One of the biggest games of my football career is coming up in a few days, and my head needs to be clear. I need to be all in it, not spiraling out of control like a satellite that’s fallen out of orbit, lost and tumbling through space.