Page 89 of Game Over

There was Tara, the screen of her laptop and whatever glow from Jesse’s ring light made it under the desk lighting her in half shadow. It was enough to clearly make out the white lingerie she wore, in stark contrast with the tattoos that covered a good portion of her skin. Her knees pressed hard into the carpet at Jesse’s feet, lips wrapped around their cock as her hand worked up and down his shaft.

God, she’s so fucking beautiful.

Always had been.

When it was just her, sprawled out in her nest of pillows in an array of purples like some kind of summery flower field, it was mesmerizing. The way her creamy, smooth skin moved in the neon lights kept my attention exactly where it needed to be, on her glossy opening as she fucked herself with her fingers or whatever toy she’d chosen for the day.

But watching them both? It was something else entirely.

Consuming.

A well of need that stretched so deeply into the center of my being that I wondered if there was an end at all.

My fingers flew across the keys as I typed into the little dialogue box for the SLCK’d chat.

Glitched_Attraction69: Donated 100 - such a good girl, taking their cock so well. make them come in the next game, but if they don’t win you’ll both be punished.

She pulled away to lick along the underside of Jesse’s shaft, offering me a nod to confirm she understood my request.

Speaking was too risky, Jesse’s microphone was always hot while they streamed, and even the subtle wet noises of her mouth and throat were occasionally picked up by the low gate.

I squeezed my cock, hard and leaking precum where it waited for me against my thigh now that I wasn’t in the middle of the match. My fingers wrapped around to jerk my wrist hard, my eyes on Tara as she sucked at Jesse’s head and fondled his balls.

Everything about this was hot as fuck. The secrecy. The money exchanged. That neither of them had any clue it was their alpha behind the screen.

I could hardly stand it, my pace picking up with a grunt as Tara slurped Jesse’s cock back into her throat.

“You good?” Jesse asked, voice higher than normal.

“Perfect,” I rumbled, clicking around a few of my settings so I could play the entire game with one hand on my programmedmouse. My other hand continued along my cock, eyes flicking between all the screens.

It was impossible to focus on the game as Tara doubled down, working Jesse over hard to make good on my request. Her nails bit into his thigh and he bit his lip, the subtle shift of his hips to fuck her mouth nearly sending me over the edge myself.

Jesse’s long lashes kissed his cheek with a long, slow blink. A hand scraped through his blond curls showing off a flexed, tattooed bicep in the process.

Fuck.

I died, mostly on purpose, and took the opportunity to shoot off another message.

Glitched_Attraction69: Make sure you show me your cum trophy, babygirl.

I thinkI’m going to die.

No, I’m sure thats the case.

And there I go, my character splattering to the ground after Toledo, the tank on the other team, got me with no warning.

Well, that wasn’t totally true. Their special was advertised miles away, but that didn’t mean I was paying enough attention to catch it.

Tara had me so far down her throat I thought I was going to pass out. I wanted to run my hand through her hair, or touch her in any way, but I couldn’t with the game going on, though I was more of a viewer than anything. My participation was limited at best.

And it became quickly obvious which ones of my streamers thought my game was just off, and which ones knew we were doing something. Streamverse TOS would shut me down for so quick, it would make my head spin.

“Come on Jesse, let’s win this one,” Charlie said in my ear. For some reason I had assumed having him here would makeme more calm and collected. I also thought it would be hot, but that's besides the point. It only added to my overstimulation.

My eyes drifted to the score. Even with my abysmal scoring, the team as a whole wasn’t doing too terribly. It was totally possible for us to pull out this win, we just had to be smart.

“Y-yeah,” I said, the single word coming out broken.

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