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Everyone jumps up, shouting their excitement. Everyone but me. I may as well be the chair I’m sitting in, I’m so invisible here.
“Tell me…” His voice trails off, and he gulps. I peer down at him, and his cheeks are all manners of flushed. “Tell you what?” He swallows visibly again, whispering, “Tell me you think I’m beautiful.”
I can see the Kyran who comes back to me; the one who knocks on my door in the middle of the night and crawls into bed with me, awaiting something that only I can give him. I really, really like that Kyran. Even if he’s not real.
“Baby… You are so goddamn beautiful. I don’t think, I know.”
“You’re beautiful too, Avi. I think you’re… so fucking sexy.”
“I’ll give you anything you want, just please don’t take this ass away from me…”
“It’s yours,” Kyran whines, much to my surprise, moaning and whimpering as my cock works in and out of the hot, slick, tight channel of his ass. “I swear… nothing feels like this.”
“Why do you feel so good…” He writhes against every inch of my cock buried deep in his ass. “I can’t believe how good this feels… Fffuck, Avi, I love your dick.” “That’s your secret, isn’t it, baby?” I brush my fingers down to where his cock is slapping against his abs with his frantic movements. “Superstar Kyran Harbor loves a big dick in his ass?”
“Whose?” “Yours, Avi. I love your big, hard dick fucking my ass.” “You wanna come on your stepbrother’s cock?” “Yesss, please,” he gasps. “Is your warm, tight hole gonna suck out your stepbrother’s come?” He sounds like he can barely breathe, whining the strangled words, “I want it… I want my stepbrother to drain his balls deep in my ass.” Jesus, his filthy fucking mouth is gonna make me come… “I’m there, baby,” I tell him as my balls tighten and I fuck up into him rough, animalistic in the way we’re slamming our bodies together. “Come for me, gorgeous.” “I’m coming for you…” His entire body
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“Don’t you want to know what this looks like when it’s not hidden away in the middle of the night?” He stares at me for a moment in silence before rumbles, “I… I don’t know.”
“Bye, Robin.” Then he aims those pretty orbs of awed hazel at me and whispers, “Bye, Batman.”
My goal since I was twelve years old has been to stuff it all down. Avoid, distract, deny. That’s how I cope… The only way I’m even surviving the endless inner torment known as my life. I don’t think I can juggle these two completely different versions of myself… Are either of them the real me? Who even am I??
But right now, I almost feel myself leaning in closer to him. Hanging on his proximity, as the only thing in my life that fully distracts me from chaos my mind can’t control.
He tugs me to his mouth, and to my own surprise, I give right in, curving my body to his while his lips seal over mine. It’s hypnotic, the way he kisses me; dizzying, like I’m standing at the very edge of somewhere high off the ground.
His kiss is altitude, lifting me up past my normal center of gravity.
“Avi… Avi Avi Avi… I’m… your… I’m yours.”
“Cover me in cum, baby…”
Each time we’re together, it gets deeper. More intense, more staggering, more… beautiful. More terrifying.
This terrible, awful truth I hold is so very exhausting. Whether I feel different or not, it doesn’t matter. I can run from every person, every place that reminds me of my past, but it’s still always there. Distraction, denial, avoidance… they don’t work. Because I’m still broken inside, and nobody fucking cares.
His fingers run up and down my arms like he’s trying to warm me still. Doesn’t he know he’s already done it…? “Or we could keep walking around… if you want.”
He made that clear when I was twelve, and he chose an image over his own son.
“Avi…” My fingers lace with his, almost timidly. And then my leg swoops over his. “I need to ask you something…” “Ask me,” he whispers. “Was it really an accident…?” My mouth eases closer to his lips. “When you touched my hand earlier?” Raising my hand clasped in his, he drags it up to his chest. “It’s never been an accident with you, Kyran.” My eyes flutter shut, forehead dropping to his. “Was it an accident for you? When you called me baby…?” My head shakes. “It’s never an accident.”
My damning he’s turned into sweet salvation.
Maybe the reason I’ve been fighting this so hard is because I knew it was inevitable… The chemistry of hate was never strong enough to overpower the hunger of want.
His eyes glide over me once more and he whispers, “But keep wearing the jersey. Please.” Fuck me sideways, I’m going to swoon to death.
“Why do you act like you don’t care about anything when it’s so obvious that you do?” He tilts his head. “Why do you… do all these drugs to tranquilize the real Avi? You don’t have to… He’s crazy smart, and sweet, and… kind of fucking awesome.”
“I’m sorry…” he mumbles. “If that was heavy, or if it felt like I was calling you out or something. I promise, I’m not. I just… I feel like I’m finally seeing the real Avi. And I like him. A lot.”
“Wait a minute…” I squint into the bag. “I don’t see a single PowerBar in here.” I peek at him. “What are you gonna eat?” He laughs out loud, and my stomach tingles. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m on vacation. Plus, I can just go extra hard on the cardio later.” He winks at me. “I’m very uncomfortable with how much I’m swooning right now,” I mumble, and he chuckles again. “Just saying…” “All part of the plan… baby,” he hums, grabbing me by his jersey and pulling my lips to his.
I could just lie here all day every day, with my ass on a goddamn platter for him.
“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” I whimper into his mouth. “You were totally right.”
“Good.” He reaches into my pocket, fishing out the bottle of lube. “Because I think I’m kind of obsessed with you too…”
“Don’t die.” He kisses my lips, dragging the head of his cock over my hole. “I need you.” “I need you,” I whisper with our mouths together while he stuffs a finger inside me, causing me to gasp.
Backwardz_Cap is officially smitten… and fucking terrified of what that means.
“You feel… so good,” he breathes. “I’ve never been touched the way you touch me, Avi.” “I’ve never touched anyone the way I touch you…” I confess to him in a whisper, awed by how it feels to have my hands on him in a way that isn’t building to sex.
I have no real words to say other than the obvious… I do love him. I have no idea how it happened, but it did, and now I just want him back.
“Now let’s go fucking win this thing, baby!” I’m not your baby… My grin widened, and I slapped my hands together, muscles stiffening with determination. I’m his.
Make a fucking scene in front of everyone to prove once and for all that this ache in my chest whenever I’m around him is real?? That every time I look at him, my stomach flips and my skin buzzes and no matter how hard I’ve tried to push it away and pretend like it’s not there, it just seems to be getting fucking stronger, to the point where I feel like pieces of my anatomy are missing when I’m not with him…
Those lips… I… I thought they were… for me.
My body is working on total impulse, the need to destroy this fucking prick for kissing my Avi taking over every fiber of my being. “He’s not yours, you hear me?!”