Mylo tensed as he took a gamer’s stance. His focus sharpened, despite me nuzzling his erection, and he launched into aggressive combos. Watching his opponent’s health bar bleed down to zero made my cock ache.
Fuck, it was sexy how good he was at this game.
Mylo paid no attention to me. His concentration was fully on wiping the floor with his opponent. He didn’t flinch as I pulled down the waistband of his briefs, unveiling his cock to the cool air. My mouth watered. As the sounds of his first victory rang out, I pressed my lips to the tip.
Mylo shuddered. “Ah... That feels good.”
“Keep playing,” I said, words muffled.
He nodded, thumbing through the menu to the next battle. He didn’t blink as the second opponent screeched while assaulting him. He dodged every hit expertly, then hit back with his own combo. While that happened, I trailed my tongue across his sensitive head. The salty taste flooded my mouth. I took himdeeper, slow but thorough, not letting a single inch of his cock go untouched.
Mylo blew out a shaky breath but didn’t speak. Judging by the sound effects, he was busy whooping his opponent.
Arousal hummed through my blood. I felt high with lust. Mylo’s thighs tensed with concentration. There was something hot about his lack of attention on me, like I was just a toy for him to thrust his dick into. My mouth watered at the fantasy. I pocketed the head of his cock in each cheek before taking him deeper.
Mylo hissed through his teeth. I heard him smash the buttons fiercer, more desperately. The blowjob was affecting him, but he still fought hard.
It wasn’t long until the second opponent fell. Mylo sank back into the cushions with a loud gasp. He clutched the controller in one hand and threw the other over his face, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
“Aurum, that feels really good,” he murmured.
Why did he stop playing? I didn’t want to stop blowing him to talk, so I raised a brow and pointed back at the screen.
“What? Still?” he asked.
I nodded.
He sighed, grabbing the controller again. “I guess youdidsay to beat the whole campaign...” He tilted his head at me. “Is this really doing something for you?”
My eyes widened and I nodded vigorously.
His cheeks flushed adorably as he chuckled. “Okay, then. I want you to feel good, too.”
Oh, he didn’t have to worry about that. I was about as hard as physically possible. In fact, it was time to release my cock from its confines before it ripped through my clothes. I shoved my pants and underwear down haphazardly, moaning in relief when my cock was freed.
Mylo bit his lip. His eyes were glued to the screen as the third fight raged on, but I could tell he wanted to sneak a glance between my legs.
I glimpsed at the screen, too. Mylo was unstoppable. His combos were highly skilled—only a player who’d trained for a long time could pull them off.
That’s my mate,I thought proudly.
Mylo’s gaming talent sent a pleasurable shiver down my spine. Watching him artfully beat the crap out of his opponents was hotter than a lapdance.
I wrapped my tongue around his pulsing shaft, worshipping it until Mylo whimpered and moaned under his breath. The sounds of loud attacks and buttons clicking filled the room, so his tiny noises of pleasure were like a secret just for me. I loved hearing him come undone.
The KO rang out. The third opponent was finished. Mylo released a raw, wanton moan, like he’d held it in the whole fight. His fingers curled tightly around the controller as he tossed his head back and writhed with pleasure.
“Aurum, you’re killing me,” he mumbled.
I snorted as I kept sucking him off. I wasn’t about to let up.
“You seriously want me to fight the final boss like this?” he asked incredulously.
I nodded. He was playing on the highest difficulty, yet he hadn’t lost a single fight so far. Hell, he’d barely taken any damage. The blowjob clearly wasn’t detrimental to his skill level. I wanted him to go all the way. I knew he could do it—I had faith in my mate.
He groaned, half from pleasure and half from exasperation. “Fine.”
I smirked at his bratty attitude as he entered the next fight. I could tell he was torn—he genuinely wanted to keep playing, buthe also wanted to throw the controller across the room and focus on having sex.
