Page 36 of Our Final Game

I should be fucking pissed at him manhandling me like this.

But I’m not?

“What … What are you doing!?”

“Helping you so we can both sleep, we’ve got a long day tomorrow,” he says, his breath hot over the shell of my ear.

“Tyson…”

“Shh … Don’t say a word.”

It’s the last thing he says before his hand leaves a trail of heat in its journey past the band of my night pants. I arch my back as soon as I feel his fist, tight around my erection. My breathing picks up, and I whimper as Tyson begins to give me a handjob. I haven’t been touched in so long, I’m probably going to cum after just a few passes. Especially with the way I can feel him at my back. His erection resting against my ass.

He’s so fucking hard.

“So this is how I get you to behave, huh?” Tyson growls, kissing the back of my neck.

“Shut. Up. And don’t kiss me!” I grit out, trying not to think about whose hand is in my pants right now.

“Mmm … be good, or Daddy will stop taking care of you,” he says, slowing his motion down a little, teasing me. I must be losing my fucking mind. I really have to be, as I suck in a breath when his warm palm grips lightly around my neck. My mind hates what he’s doing to me, but my body loves it.

I writhe in his arms, whining, “Okay, okay, please just don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“Yeah? I really, really like this Rohan.”

Tyson keeps pumping me and starts to thrust his hard dick against my ass. Feels so good, from the front and the back. The way his breath is hot and fanning over my ear. Driving me insane. My moans echo throughout our dark room. I almost wish I could see his face right now.

But I know I’d regret it in the morning, so this is best.

He flicks his wrist, tightening his hand around my dick, and I choke out a strangled moan before cumming in his hand. That’s got to be the fastest I’ve ever cum.

“There we go, now we can get a good night’s sleep,” Tyson whispers.

“I was already sleeping fine before. You just wanted to touch me,” I mumble.

“Right, cause you definitely weren’t practically grinding on me in your sleep.” Tyson lets out a breathy laugh.

“I was not!”

“How would you know?” he says into my ear.

“You’re ruining my high right now. It’s bad enough what we just did. Just go to sleep,” I groan.

“Alright, but one more question before that.”

“What is it now?” I sigh, letting my back rest against his chest. He’s already given me a full-blown hand job, might as well go all the way into insanity, I guess. When we’re out of this fucking game, I’m going to have to scrub my mind, though, and my dick.

“What did you major in at uni?”

“Really, Ty? Right now?”

“Yes, right now,” he drawls.

“Well, how about it’s your turn, since you got me drunk last time,” I say.

“My turn for what?”

“I don’t know, I told you something, now you tell me something.”