Page 138 of Pick Me

“Barely,” Jackson muttered, drawing my attention back to him. His gaze was flicking between my tapping toes and my open legs. I wondered how much he could really see from that angle.

To be a brat, I parted my legs a little wider so the fabric would ride up my thighs. A quick check to the screen only brought disappointment. Another touchdown. There was no we could win this. We were in the last few minutes of the fourth quarter and thirty-eight points down, thanks to Liam.

Another grumble from Jackson made me smile. I guessed he was getting a better view now.

“Is there something going on over there?” Liam asked, no longer focusing on the game since the other team was still celebrating their touchdown.

“No.” I threw a challenging glare to the camera, and Liam rolled his eyes, relaxing into his chair.

“Your turn, Thea,” Liam said, linking his hands on his stomach. He wasn’t watching the game anymore. He was watching me, and there was no doubt he knew what Jackson and I were getting up to. We’d done this too many times to count now.

The game changed to Tanner’s POV, and I was up. Playing for the last two minutes felt pointless. People were leaving the live, but we needed to do it for completeness. “Here we go.” I sighed, looking at Jackson with disdain. What a boring way to end this game.

Unless …

Maybe we could play a better one.

With a slight arch of my brow and the subtle tilt of my hips, Jackson understood exactly what I wanted. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face as he slid off his headset, pushed his chair back from the desk, and dropped to his knees—his gaze locked on mine the entire time.

The whistle blew, and I was supposed to be playing, but how could anyone concentrate when their boyfriend was getting on their hands and knees for them? Had I mentioned that yet? He’d planted his hands firmly on the floor and crawled to me. This giant, muscled man had one thing on his mind, and it was me. Oh, the thrill that sent straight to my core should’ve been criminal.

“Thea, are you concentrating?” Liam’s accent only excited me even more since I knew what was about to happen. I dragged my gaze away from Jackson, focusing back on the game. Tanner had the ball, and the second I saw one of the other players free, I sent the ball flying. I didn’t care where it landed. My attention was back on Jackson.

His mouth was on my knee, kissing away any tension this stupid game brought me. The game flew up the words ‘incomplete,’ which meant I’d have to throw another pass.

At least this time, Jackson’s hands were on my thighs, pressing them farther apart to make room for his broad frame. I glanced at the screen, relieved that the camera was zoomed in just enough to show only my face—Jackson remained out of sight. Exhaling shakily, I sank lower into the chair, silently urging him to stop teasing me.

We’d done this before, but never during a live stream.

Never while Liam’s irritated breathing crackled in my ear.

“What was that?” Liam said, but I chose to ignore him this time.

The game started up, and I brought my full attention to it again. This time I worked faster, passing the ball off and picking a play that meant I didn’t have to concentrate as hard.

Jackson flipped the jersey up, revealing my soaked center to him. “No panties? That’s a choice I can get behind,” he mumbled.

I squealed when Jackson’s tongue met my core.

“Okay, I definitely heard something that time. What’s going on over there?”

I stared straight into the camera lens, keeping my expression as neutral as possible as I casually said, “Nothing.”

At that exact moment, Jackson’s tongue slipped inside me.

A wave of pleasure shot through me, but I fought to keep my face unreadable, refusing to give anything away.

Typical Jackson—never one to take things slow.

The second he made up his mind, heacted.

“That doesn’t sound like nothing.” I would have replied if I had enough sense to speak, but Jackson took that at the first swipe of my clit. Gentle at first. When he realized I could still play the game, he sped up, and I took a sharp breath.

“Oh, no.” Liam’s face was filled with dread. “You’re not—” He sighed. “Not again.”

“Yes, again.” I might’ve been answering Liam’s question, but I was talking to Jackson. I rolled my hips forward, pushing my pussy into his face.

“So wet for me, Pyro,” Jackson said into my folds. He was kissing, biting, and nipping every single part of me.

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