Page 65 of Our Final Game

“I know this is your dream come true, but are you going to fuck me or stare at me all night?”

Tyson grabs my throat and squeezes, making my eyes roll back as he starting finally fucking into me. “Maybe I should’ve fucked your mouth instead.”

Oh, holy shit. I think I’m going to be ruined for any other man after this. The bed creaks under our weight. Tyson’s thrusts are so rough and forceful I can’t think straight. He’s still holding me by my neck when he leans down and kisses me. I nip at his lip when he pulls away.

“Feels so good, Ty…I wanna cum, please don’t stop…so close.”

“Are you telling me what to do again?”

Fuck, I don’t want him to stop.

“No, I’m not. Please, please. I’m being so good for you.”

“Mmm … you are so good,” he grunts, his thrust becoming even rougher. Tyson grabs at my dick and starts to give it a few pumps at the same pace that he’s undoing me.

“Ty … I’m going to cum!” I scream, doing just that, spurting thick, long ropes into his palm and all over his abs.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Rohan…” Tyson whispers against my lips, still fucking me. My back arches, but he tries to hold me in place when his hips stutter and I feel him pulse inside of me, spilling every drop into my already wet hole.

So warm and comforting.

* * *

My head is still high in the clouds. Everything feels so light, so perfect. After we’ve come down and cleaned each other up, we decide to skip the rest of the festival indefinitely to lie in bed. That was intense. Everything I would think sex with Tyson would be. I mean, if I had ever thought of it, that is. It felt so good; it almost borders on a mistake because what if I can’t have it again? I won’t survive.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” I breathe out.

“Oh yeah? I learned a special move where I can read your thoughts.”

“That’s not even a thing.”

“How would you know?” Tyson says, kissing the back of my neck.

“Because what good would that do with the monsters? They don’t even think.”

“Mmm, right, because you’re so smart.”

“Ty…” I say, relaxing into his chest, my eyes starting to feel heavy.

“Yeah?”

“You know I would never leave you here either, right?”

“Yeah, I know, kitten,” Tyson says. “The only real thing in this world is you and I, Rohan.”

I let my eyes surrender to the sleep that’s clearly trying to pull me under again. I swear before that, though, I feel Tyson kissing my ear, and finally my cheek.

Maybe there was more.

I wish I was awake to remember.

Chapter 31

Tyson

Iwatch Rohan look down into the tub warily. He’s the one who asked for a bath before we go, and now he’s acting as if I’ve never seen him naked again.