Page 83 of Our Final Game

And it’s perfect timing because I look back to see Ty has been taken out by another player, giving us the perfect window to get him inside me. I push off his chest and stare down at him.

“Put it in,” Tyson mouths. The guys are giving him shit over the headset for dying. I’m starting to think he did it on purpose. I lather his erection in lube with my free hand before lowering myself down onto him, letting out a silent whine.

“What the fuck was that?” Roman asks.

Guess it wasn’t so silent.

“My chair, it’s squeaky,” Tyson chuckles.

“You should tighten it then,” Remi laughs.

I bite back a laugh and lie back against his chest before starting to ride him. It feels so good my eyes roll back on the first roll of my hips. This is the perfect angle. I glance up at him, and I can’t tell if he’s trying hard to focus on the game or to keep quiet. But his breathing picks up every time I come back down on him. I lick and suck at his neck; he’s biting his lip so hard he might break skin. The minute I feel his dick twitch, I pull all the way out, making him groan.

“Ty, the sounds dude,” Roman laughs.

He dies again and mutes himself.

“This isn’t a reward … you’re fucking with me,” Tyson growls.

“Payback for that handjob.”

“That was so long ago, you’re being petty … let me cum, kitten.” Tyson glares up at me, his breathing heavy.

“I’ll think about it,” I tease. “You better focus, or you’ll lose the game, Ty.”

“Just wait till I’m done.”

He respawns, pulling me back down against him so he can see, enclosing my waist once again. I put his dick back inside me and begin riding him again. Tyson is pissed. When my eyes slide back to the screen, he’s upped his score, passing his entire team. He puts pressure on my back where we’re connected, trapping me with the controller still in hand. I try to come off him again, but he begins thrusting up into me as he gets another kill.

I whine into his ear, “Ty…”

He mutes himself again. “Keep it up, and I’ll let them hear you.”

Laughing, I continue doing exactly what he tells me not to. I pull out just as he’s about to cum. Tyson gets the last kill of the game, and Roman is telling everyone they did a great job when he rips his headset off before he’s even done. He stands up to his full height with me still wrapped around his body and begins thrusting into me.

“Please … please, Ty baby…”

“Please, what?”

My vision blurs from how hard he’s fucking me. He’s livid, and I love that I made him like this. On his final push into me, we both release. Before I can even catch my breath, Ty steals it with a wild kiss.

Clearly, I won’t be getting any breaks tonight after my little antics.

* * *

Tyson stares at me so intensely, a little too intensely after what we just did. I don’t know why I still get shy after sex with him. Hopefully it wears off soon, though I get the feeling he likes it. I try to squirm away a little, but I don’t get that far before he pulls me back.

“Why do you always call me kitten?” I ask, trying to distract him from gazing at me.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“It’s not.”

“You have literal cat eyes,” Tyson says with an airy laugh. “Besides, if you were an animal you’d be a cat.”

“And what would you be?”

“An even bigger cat.”