Page 47 of Totally Fanatic

“Hold those right there,” I say, and he nods, then I push myself back, my cock moving out before I slam deep inside him again. I go again and again until I’m pounding his perfect tight ass in a steady rhythm. His cock bounces between us, thick and leaking. The vein running down the side blue and perfect has me wishing I could somehow contort myself to suck on him while fucking like this. But there’s just no way. So I grip him with one hand instead and start jerking him in time with my thrusts. His ass clenches around me and sends a jolt of electricity through to my balls. I won’t last much longer with him so tightly wrapped around me. Clenching in pulses as I thrust deeper and deeper.

“Do that again,” I say, and he smirks.

“Yes… boss,” he gasps, releasing his legs but keeping them up and gripping the bed. “How is… this?” he asks, and his ass clenches so perfectly tight around me that I almost explode.

“Holy fuck,” I reply, and I squeeze his cock and start fucking him faster, harder, pounding his sweet ass as the pressure builds and builds, his grip holding me pulsing around me as I fuck him, edging me on until I can’t control my thrusts any longer, they become frantic, and I explode.

“Fuuuuuck, Lion,” I cry out, and his hot come explodes, coating his chest and stomach in beautiful white ribbons.

“Yes, bosssss,” he groans, and I thrust the last couple of times until I’m completely spent. It’s perfect. Well, almost perfect, the only thing that could have topped this moment is if I had been able to fill his ass with my come, but maybe one day, I’ll get to do that, too.

I slide out of him, unroll the condom and tie it before tossing it to the floor.

“Time to clean you up,” I say, bringing his legs down around me.

“Whatever you say, boss,” he replies, and I run my tongue up the length of his thick cock, savoring the taste of him and wondering, how long until we’re ready to go again?

Chapter eighteen

LION

I turn the cornerand head to the cafe to open up with Mary Beth and find a bunch of people already waiting outside. I instantly recognize them as Banana-Ramas. They all wear the same custom jerseys. A few of them got season passes like me, so I see them sitting in our allocated seating at games. They’re obsessed with Banana Ball. There must be a player or a bunch of them inside the cafe if they are all hanging outside. Ohh, could it be Tim?

“There he is,” someone says, and suddenly all of them look my way, their phone cameras flash, and I wobble, momentarily blinded by their lights, and turn my head to see who they’re talking about. But no one is behind me.

I climb off the bike as they approach, screaming at me all at once.

“Are you stalking Tim?” a man wearing a backward cap asks, holding his phone out.

“What?”

“You should be ashamed of yourself, tricking poor Tim into liking you?”

“I didn’t… What?”

“Were you the reason Casey Bourchetter left Banana Ball? Did you stalk him, too? Is that when you moved onto Tim?” another asks.

They’re boxing me in, holding up phones and mini microphones, flashing pictures. My heart is pounding, my legs wobble as the world behind them starts to blur. What is this? I can’t see a way through them. I can’t see a way out. I can’t breathe. My chest is tightening.

“Please, just let me pass. I have to get to work.”

“Tim. Tim,” a familiar voice, a beacon in the noise of them calls to me, and then Mary Beth shoves through them. “Fuck off, you lot. Leave the bike, we’ll get it later,” she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me through them and into the cafe. I sit at the nearest table, and she closes the door, pulling down the roller blind on the door glass and the window to block them out. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t… I… What was… that?” I ask, clutching at my heaving chest, willing the tightness away. But it won’t budge.

“They were there when I got in this morning, asking about you and Tim.”

“Tim.”

“Yes, hunny. The media released a story last night about your social media accounts. They say you stalked Tim and tricked him into falling for you.”

“I didn’t trick him. I didn’t stalk him. I was just posting about him so people… so everyone could see how awesome he is. I closed the accounts when Tim asked me to.”

“Tim knows about the accounts?”

I nod, and she sits in the chair opposite me.

“Ian found them. Tim said it was fine, he understood I was just posting about him, sharing pictures from games. I didn’t stalk him.”

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