I closed my eyes, drinking in his musky scent as I engulfed him deeper. I breathed in to calm my gag reflex when his cock hit the back of my throat. Jolts of arousal skittered across my skin. I felt taut, electrified, like I’d explode at any second. But I wanted Mylo to cum first.
The fourth and fifth battles went as expected, with Mylo reigning victorious. The enemies got harder as the campaign progressed, but he didn’t bat an eye at the ramping difficulty. He was a damn good player. Fate chose the perfect mate for me.
I recognized the epic music. Mylo neared the final boss of the campaign. He’d need all his concentration to come out of the fight unscathed.
And here I was, giving him a sloppy blowjob.
“Aurum,” Mylo said in a tight, keening voice. He sounded close.
I replied with a reassuring grunt and a stroke of his thigh. Taking that as a sign to continue, he inhaled a deep breath, wiped his sweaty palms on his shirt, then gripped the controller with fierce determination.
As he entered the penultimate battle, his cock twitched in my mouth. I moaned softly around it, teasing his sensitive flesh with my tongue. Every once in a while, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him harder before easing off. I wanted him close to the edge, but not quite ready to finish.
Mylo slammed the buttons and yanked the joystick. His breath came out faster and choppier now. The tang of his sweat reached my nose. He must’ve been slick—the heady scent of his omega musk wafted like perfume in the air. The mix of it drove me wild with lust. I could’ve ripped the controller from his hands and fucked him senseless into the couch. But that could wait. I had other plans for him.
The final punch knocked out his opponent. Only the final boss remained.
Mylo let out a desperate cry. “Aurum,please.”
He teetered over the edge. I pulled away from his cock slowly, a lewd trail of spit still connecting us.
“Not yet,” I told him, licking my lips.
He shot me the saddest baby ferret eyes I’d ever seen.
I cackled. “Nice try. Won’t work, though.”
He pouted, crossing his arms.
“Keep playing,” I said. “You’re almost there. I know you can do it.”
“I know I can do it, too, but you’re making it hard,” he grumbled as he picked up the controller.
My heart raced as Mylo began the final fight. I resumed my place between his knees, wrapping my lips around his cock again. Mylo rasped out a shaky moan. His thighs trembled. He struggled to keep his concentration on the game as his cock endured an onslaught of pleasure. I felt naughty for teasing him so badly, but I didn’t want to stop, either. My mate tasted delicious and his whimpers of pleasure were music to my ears.
The battle raged on. Mylo tensed, his body freezing with total focus. His mind won over his body—he ignored the intense pleasure seizing his bottom half as I sucked him off.
And it worked. The final boss’s grunts and cries echoed in the room as Mylo’s character pummelled him. His expert combos knocked down the boss’s health bar at a staggering pace. I was in awe of Mylo’s skills. I didn’t even thinkIcould manage what he was doing.
Ecstatic at my mate’s soon-to-be victory, I worked his cock harder, faster. My mouth flooded with saliva as I gulped him down eagerly. I was so consumed by lust that I grabbed my own erection, too horny to ignore it anymore.
Mylo moaned and whimpered. Sweat trickled down his brow and his cheeks were flushed deep pink. Despite it all, he never tore his eyes from the screen. His intense focus was tantalizing. I jerked myself off watching him combo. His motions were seamless, blending one attack into the other in a riveting display of talent. I moaned around Mylo’s cock, and the vibration made him shudder with pleasure.
“Aurum,” he whined.
He was so close.
Just a few more hits...
The final punch rang out. The boss’s HP dropped to zero. The announcer cried, “GAME!”
With one last stroke of my tongue, Mylo lost it.
He writhed against the couch, tossing his head back and letting loose a cry of primal pleasure. His cock pulsed as he unloaded on the back of my tongue. His orgasm went on and on, like he’d been pent up for ages. Gulping Mylo’s cum made me blow my own load. It was fast and messy, overflowing my palm and dripping on the floor, but it felt so fucking good that I couldn’t bring myself to care.
“I... I did it,” Mylo mumbled when he’d caught his breath. “I beat the whole campaign. On insane difficulty. While you blew me.”
I grinned, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand before crawling onto the couch beside him. His body radiated heat and he smelled fantastic.
