Page 89 of Our Final Game

“Ty … there’s someone downstairs,” I whisper.

“Yeah? Well, we better hurry then, hm?”

He’s unbelievable, but why am I even harder?

“I don’t know, man. Let’s just try to keep working at it.” They’re still in the stairwell chatting as Tyson starts to go at me again. He tries to minimize the sound of us by thrusting in slowly, but he just can’t help himself.

He takes a fistful of my curls and pulls my head back, fucking me into breathlessness.

“Do you hear something?” The worker says, and I bite down on my bottom lip. Tyson doesn’t seem to care at all. Fucking asshole.

“Nah, you’re just hearing things. You been getting enough sleep?”

“I don’t know, probably not.”

My nails scratch at the wall as Tyson wraps his hand around my neck without letting go of my hair and fucks into me. I can’t believe I’m going to cum just like this. The voices become muffled as they retreat to, I’m assuming, a lower floor of the building. I let out a sigh of relief, or at least I try before Ty loses it, his hips snapping frantically.

“Daddy…” I whine as he buries himself as deep as he can go in this position and cums into me. The feeling of being filled so roughly sends me right over, untouched, leaving a mess all over the floor.

“Thank you, baby,” Tyson whispers into my ear, “for letting me fuck you.”

* * *

After Tyson and I eventually ate lunch together, I had to sprint back to the meeting room where I’m supposed to complete this fucking orientation. I was the last one to get back, but thankfully just on time. Though being early would have been much better. The group of newcomers I’m a part of listen to the leader go through all the obvious things that will get us sent to HR. And finally she gets to placement.

My nails bite into my palms from how hard my fists are balled. I really want to be placed in Ty’s department. He says there’s a space open for an intern since he’s been moved up to a full-time employee.

“Rohan Chandra, you’ll be assisting the software development team. You’ll report directly to Carter Collins.”

Fuck yes!

“Thank you,” I say, trying not to grin too hard.

“Okay, everyone, please find your direct leaders, and they will let you know your next steps.”

The sound of papers shuffling and bags closing fills the room. I quickly head to the elevator after gathering my things and leaving. I check the packet to find the floor. The doors finally open, and I step into the office space. Tyson looks up at me from his computer with a small smile. I give him a nod before Carter approaches me.

“Hey, you must be Rohan, nice to finally meet you.”

“Oh?”

“Tyson…” Carter whispers.

“Oh, um, yeah.” I chuckle, my face hot. Of course, Carter knows about us, Tyson told me they’re really close at work. I’ve even seen him at some of Ty’s matches once or twice.

“So you’ll be sitting here,” Carter says, while directing me to a computer directly across from Tyson’s, of course. “You can chill for today and get settled in.”

“Cool. Thank you, Carter.”

“Of course, I’ll be over there if you need anything.” He points to his desk one seat down from Ty’s.

“Alright. I will.”

Tyson looks up at me again when he walks away. “Hey, I’m Ty.”

“Shut up,” I mumble, trying to stop myself from smiling.

He’s so fucking lame.