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I smack his ass harder this time, the sound echoing off the rocks surrounding us. Rohan lets out a low mewl as I find his entrance and slip the first finger into his tight hole. I press in further past the first ring after he starts pushing back a little.

“I could replace this with my dick if that’s not enough for you,” I growl into his ear.

“You’re never getting to fuck me, Tyson.”

“We’ll see about that.” I use my other hand to slap his ass again. He’s going to make me cum again if he keeps making those fucking sounds. I press the second finger in, and Rohan arches his ass even more before starting to snap his hips back and forth. He’s acting exactly like someone who needs a dick in him right now.

“Ty…” He moans.

“This is so hot, Ro…The way you look. Using my fingers like this, kitten.”

“I’m gonna cum, please…”

“I love when you beg.”

I lean up and take his mouth in a fevered kiss, making him gasp. The warmth of his cum shoots between our bodies. He keeps whining into my mouth until he’s completely exhausted from using my fingers as his own personal toy and cumming.

“I’m not mad at you anymore.” I chuckle as he rests fully against my chest.

“Shut up.”

Chapter 21

Rohan

Ican’t believe I had sex with Tyson. I mean, he gave me a handjob that night. Does that count as sex? Does fingering me count? I think it does. Something’s wrong with me. It’s the game. This is all some weird dream. Why am I dreaming of Tyson Moon fingering me into complete delirium? I don’t fucking know. But it’s the only explanation for what’s been going on.

We decide to camp out at the hot spring map for the night cause you know, I was so busy sucking dick and getting fingered that night kinda crept up on us. We’re lying under the stars on the blanket I brought. Tyson gave me his cape to stay warm, though I told him I don’t fucking want it. He just threw it at me, turned over, and went to bed.

Any other time, I could probably easily let the rushing water nearby lull me to sleep. This is the perfect campsite. But my thoughts are consumed with Tyson. Me with Tyson in my mouth, me with Tyson in me. How much Tyson’s dad sucks and how much he doesn’t deserve any of that. Ugh. I can’t take it. No, it’s definitely just the game. I can’t get too invested in whatever is going on with us. I’m pretty sure the whole Zero thing is also probably throwing my decision-making skills off when it comes to Ty.

Yes, that’s it.

I’m getting him and Zero mixed up for sure.

But they’re the same person.

Ugh, whatever. It doesn’t matter. We’re going to get out of here and go back to hating each other anyway. It’s just because we’re trapped here with nobody else to fuck around with. That’s all.

It means nothing.

No matter how good it feels?

No matter how kind of nice it is to talk to him?

Fuck!

I screw my eyes shut and try to go to sleep. The warmth of Tyson’s body and the smell of him invading my senses from his cape are not helping.

“You’re fidgeting,” he says, his back still turned to me.

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are,” Tyson says, shifting to face me.

Great, now I really won’t sleep.

“What’s wrong?”