Page 16 of Pro Gamer's Aim

"Think you can do that for me, bunny?" His voice is rough, a dark caress. "Can you be my good little student?"

I nod frantically, not trusting myself to speak. I'll do anything he wants if it means feeling his lips on my skin, his hands worshipping every inch of me.

The match starts and I'm determined to earn Asher's sinful promises. His low chuckle rumbles through me as I take off, avatar sprinting across the map.

It's a struggle to keep my head in the game with Asher pressed against my back, fingers dancing along my ribcage. Each touch sends sparks of desire shooting through me, pooling molten between my thighs. I squirm in his lap, seeking friction, and he groans, snaking one of those devious, delightful hands beneath my shirt to grab a breast, squeezing hard, before flicking at my aching nipple.

Desire slams like a freight train straight from my nipple to my clit and I moan, bucking my ass back against him, needing more.

"Focus, bunny," he admonishes, but there's a strain to his voice that wasn't there before. "You want my mouth on you, don't you? Want me to make you fall apart?"

"Yes," I gasp, jerking the controller as an enemy appears on screen. My shots go wide but I hardly care. "Asher, please..."

His hand leaves my breast to slide down, grazing the sensitive skin of my stomach. I suck in a sharp breath. He traces patterns there, teasing, igniting my nerve endings until I'm trembling with need.

"So responsive," Asher murmurs appreciatively. "I've only just touched you and you're already shaking for me." His thumb brushes the underside of my waistband, a barely-there caress, and I whine. "Imagine what you'll be like when I finally get my hands on you. When I spread you open and taste you."

Somehow, I manage to line up a shotgun blast directly at an enemy's head. Their skull explodes in a spray of pixelated gore.

"One down, two to go," Asher whispers, his breath hot against my ear. Pleasure shivers down my spine.

I can't think straight with his hands on me, tracing maddening patterns across my skin. Every brush of his fingers, every ghost of a caress sets me on fire. I'm lost to the heat of his touch, the rumble of his voice. Nothing exists beyond this moment, this need.

But I want his mouth on me more than I want air. Want to feel his tongue bringing me higher and higher until I shatter. So I grit my teeth and force my eyes to the screen, hands shaking on the controller. Have to focus. Have to get those kills.

Asher doesn't make it easy. His lips graze my neck, teeth scraping sensitive skin. I whimper, squirming against him. He's so hard behind me, an insistent pressure that has me clenching desperately around nothing.

"That's it," he murmurs as I manage to take out another player with a wild spray of bullets. "Good girl."

The praise washes over me, heady and intoxicating. I've never wanted anything as badly as I want to be good for him. To earn every filthy promise dripping from his sinful mouth.

His hand dips below the waistband of my leggings, teasing. I nearly fly out of my skin, back arching. Please, please, please—

But he goes no further, fingers maddeningly still. Waiting. I whine in frustration, hips twitching restlessly.

"Ah ah," Asher tuts. "One more, little bunny. Then you get your reward."

Easier said than done when he's touching me like this, winding me tighter and tighter. I'm pure sensation, mindless with it. There's a dull roar in my ears, my blood a frenzied rush through my veins.

I've never been so desperate. So consumed.

Distantly, I'm aware of my avatar moving on screen. I'm shooting blindly, not even trying to aim. Enemies dance in my crosshairs but I don't see them. The whole world has narrowed down to the inferno raging under my skin, the coiled tension low in my gut.

Asher's fingers slip beneath the fabric of my panties and I want to scream. He brushes through the slick evidence of my arousal and I shudder helplessly, thighs clamping around his wrist. Trapping him where I need him most.

"Fuck, you're soaked." His voice is a ragged groan, control fraying. "All this for me already?"

I manage a jerky nod, too far gone for words. Yes, yes, all for him, only him. I'll give him anything he wants, everything, if he'll just—

His fingers circle my aching clit and my mind goes blank. I seize up, a high, thin cry caught in my throat. Asher swears viciously, arm banding around my waist as I buck against his hand.

"One more," he rasps, working me mercilessly. The tight circles send sparks of ecstasy raining through me, winding the coil until it's unbearable. "Come on, bunny. Kill one more for me and I'll give this needy little pussy what it wants."

Oh god. A broken moan spills from my lips, head thrashing against his shoulder. I can't, I can't, it's too much, not enough, I need—

On screen, a flash of movement. I wrench the controller up, jabbing the trigger. The shotgun kicks, spraying lead.

My opponent's head disintegrates in a cloud of red.

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