Page 44 of Our Final Game

“I’m not sucking your dick, Tyson.”

“Oh?” I chuckle. “You convincing me or yourself?”

“I … I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he chokes out. He says he’s not going to suck it, but he’s inching closer, and it’s driving me a little crazy. I can’t let him know that. So, I watch, letting him come to the same conclusion we both know he’s going to come to.

He finally gets close enough that I can feel the warmth of his breath against my shaft. Rohan’s chest is rapidly rising and falling, his lips part, giving me a peek of the tip of his pink tongue. I watch warily. I swear it feels like I’m barely breathing, as if one wrong move could scare him away.

Rohan swallows hard before sticking his tongue out and giving me a long, wet taste. I can tell he’s trying to bite it back, but I absolutely hear his satisfied hum right before he suddenly takes me all the way to the back of his throat. Like a wire in his brain suddenly snapped.

And thank fuck.

Because holy shit.

“Rohan, fuck…” I groan, getting a grip of his hair as he bobs his head up and down my shaft. The sound of my dick hitting the back of his throat threatens to send me straight off a fucking cliff.

“Throat’s so tight, kitten.”

Rohan sucks and moans around me. He’s gripping my thighs so hard, his nails biting into my skin. With how fucking good he is at this, I’d say this is his profession. I’ve never received head so good in my fucking life, and I’ve had a lot of head.

I gaze down at him, wishing for just one thing to make this all perfect. “Rohan, give me those pretty eyes, baby,” I breathe out.

He pinches his brows together before doing what I asked. That’s it. I wish there was someone out there filming this shit. Because I need to be able to replay this exact moment over and over and over. If this is all I ever get from Rohan Chandra, I can die in peace.

“Swallow it,” I groan, cumming hard into his warm mouth.

His throat contracts around me as he swallows every last drop I have for him. He keeps sucking until I’m completely spent, a string of spit still connecting him to the tip of my dick when he finally comes off.

He looks up at me, his eyes half-lidded.

I’m never going to recover this, am I?

Rohan yelps when I pull him out of the water and into my lap before laying back and letting him straddle me.

“What are you doing?” His voice is still hoarse from the beating his throat just took.

I don’t answer; instead, I pull him down into my chest, his breath hitching when his erection brushes against my abs.

“Tyson…”

I use the game’s interface to summon an item. Rohan’s eyes widen when he finally sees what I’m holding.

“Where did you get that?”

“You’re not the only one who’s prepared,” I whisper in his ear, popping the cap off the warm oil. I don’t know what made me buy this back at the inn. I probably figured Rohan might want it for his hair or something during his bath, but I completely forgot about it after seeing him in the basin that day. Well, now I guess it’ll be put to use after all.

“Pervert,” Rohan mumbles, pressing his face into my chest. I coat my fingers with the oil, his ass instantly arching into the air. I give him a light smack, making him gasp.

“Oh? You like being spanked, huh?”

“Don’t talk,” Rohan bites out.

“Why not? You like that dirty shit.”

“Not from you.”

“There’s someone else?” I glare at him.

“Maybe,” he chuckles, biting my nipple.