Page 88 of Our Final Game

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you just gave me a little taste.”

“Oh, he’d mind. He’d probably try to poison me,” Tyson laughs, placing the bag down next to our feet.

“You’re probably right about that,” I say, crossing my arms.

“How’s your day been so far?”

“It’s a lot, but it’s okay.”

“You’ll catch on quick, baby. Trust me.”

“Yeah, I’m not too worried.”

“You look cute in your little outfit,” Tyson smirks, pulling me into his body and kissing that spot right below my ear he loves so much. And fuck, I do too. It feels so good. Like he’s found some secret button that turns me on instantly.

“You better not be trying anything here.”

“Why not?” He says. I feel his snake bites against the shell of my ear, and I swallow.

“Because we’re at work, Ty, what the fuck?”

“Might as well break the seal now,” Tyson says. “It’s going to happen eventually.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.” He pulls back, a dark grin on his face.

Tyson presses his lips to mine, and before I can even protest, his tongue is already in my mouth, caressing the complaints right out of me. I moan into our kiss and shift to get even closer to him. Ty is so fucking big and just everywhere all the time. His hands are gripping everything they can grab on my body, making me whimper. My feet come off the ground a little as he cups my ass in both palms.

“You’re so rough, Ty,” I manage to get out between his devouring of me.

“Mmm, we’ve been over this,” he says, his hands snaking their way to my throat before he holds me there. The light pressure he begins applying goes straight to my dick. He knows exactly what to do to get my pants around my ankles.

Before I can gather my thoughts and overthink us being in a literal stairwell at work, Ty is on his knees with my slacks halfway down my thigh.

“I can’t believe you right now,” I whisper as he takes me into his mouth. I gasp, my fingers gripping his hair, when my dick hits the back of his throat.

“Feels so good, Ty…”

He pops off just as I’m arching my back to meet his bobbing. He stands up, his gaze becoming heated when I reach up and lick at his snake bites.

“Turn around.”

Normally I would push back a bit just to see him riled up, but not here. The act of us being in public is either terrifying me or turning me on or both. So, I do as I’m told and I hear something tearing behind me.

“Really, Ty? Lube in your wallet?”

“I mean, with you, I’ve got to be prepared,” He laughs.

Tyson loosens me up quickly, making me drop my head back onto his chest with a silent moan. My eyes flutter shut when I feel his dick push past the first ring. This never gets old. Him being inside me.

His thrusts start shallow as I open for him slowly, letting him in deeper and deeper. The only sound in the stairwell is the slapping of our skin and my low whimpers. Tyson bites down on my ear as he speeds up, pressing me into the wall.

“Dude, how many times do we have to keep submitting the same work though? What more do they want us to do with it?”

I gasp and try to push back against Tyson, but he holds me in place.

“Don’t move,” he growls into my ear.