Page 82 of Our Final Game

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm, but since you had nothing to do with it, ya know…” I say, pushing off of him and stepping away.

“Come here…” Tyson says, tugging me back into him, and I try to slap my hand over my mouth as a snort escapes me.

“What the heck was that?” he laughs.

“Shut up!” I squeak.

“Can’t believe how cute you are,” Tyson says, kissing me all over my face.

I turn my face as much as I can to dodge some of them. He lets me go, setting his headphones back over his head.

“Come in the room. I was just on with guys.”

“Can they hear me?” I whisper.

“No, why? You want them to?” Tyson smiles slyly.

“You know I don’t,” I deadpan, following him into his bedroom where his PC and the team are waiting for him in the Seeker lobby.

“Why’d you invite me over if you have practice?”

“I didn’t invite you.”

“Oh, ok fuck me then. I’ll just go to my place then,” I say, rolling my eyes as I turn to leave. Tyson closes the distance between us fast and pulls me back into his body.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he says, nipping at my ear.

“Ty … please.”

“Please, what?”

I try to push him away, but his grip on my waist is almost bruising. “Come, be good and sit on my lap while I practice.”

“I love how you’ve completely distracted me from my original topic.”

“What was it again?”

“I know you sent my resume in, Ty … Maybe you didn’t refer me directly, but you definitely sent this in, didn’t you? I don’t remember applying.”

“Hypothetically, if I did see your resume on your laptop and applied for you because I think you could easily qualify on your own, do I get a reward if I did?” He smirks, sitting down into his game chair and taking me with him onto his lap.

“You’re so fucking horny.”

“Just wait until I’m done with this round.”

“Who says we have to wait?” I ask, trailing my fingers down his chest.

“Ty, dude, are you back yet?” I hear Remi asking through the headset. Ty unmutes himself. “Yeah, I’m here. Start the game.”

He tilts his head when I stand and start removing my shirt, his eyes follow the gold waist chain I’m wearing as it rides up a little. I look back at the screen and smirk as the game is starting up soon. Ty is still watching me intensely. I remove my pants and underwear next, grabbing the very well-used lube off his table.

I try to be as quiet as I can when I climb back into his lap, facing him and lying flush against his chest so he can still see the screen. I stare up at him through my lashes. He’s so fucking hot. The way he’s looking at me makes my body ignite. I’ve never felt so wanted in my life.

Ty moves the mic away from his mouth. “You look so ready for me, baby … fuck,” he whispers. I smile at him while I work myself open, stifling a moan when I go a little too deep. He wraps his arms around my waist, holding the controller that vibrates every time he gets a kill. This shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.

I pull my fingers out and help myself to getting his dick from his black sweatpants. Why are they even still on?