Page 139 of Pick Me

“How many times do I have to tell you, if you’re going to do that, you could at least point the camera down?”

The controller nearly slipped from my hands as Jackson slowly pushed two fingers inside me. I bit my lip, gripping the controller tighter, my thumbs desperately trying to stay steady.

“You do know we’re still live?” Liam’s voice crackled through my headset with pure exasperation.

Jackson chuckled, the vibration sending a jolt through me. His hands gripped my thighs, and I jerked when he sucked in just the right place.

I’d missed my opportunity in the game and Tanner fell forward, opening him up to the defensive line. Two hits and we’d lost possession of the ball.

“That was absolute rubbish. You’re playing worse than me.”

“I told you I’m distracted.”

I pressed my knees against Jackson’s shoulders, trying to stifle the obscene sounds of my arousal.

But as if sensing exactly what I was doing, he doubled down—moving faster, dragging me even deeper into the pleasure.

“No kidding. Wish I could get distracted too.”

Jackson’s tongue slid up my center with a slow, sinful stroke, and I shuddered.

“Your turn, Liam,” I hummed, thankful for the reprieve in my own game play so I could focus on Jackson. He shook with silent laughter, so I slapped him on the shoulder with the controller in an attempt to shut him up.

Liam muttered something unintelligible but begrudgingly kept playing.

Jackson’s mouth was relentless, teasing and sucking in a perfect rhythm, my body tightening with every stroke. I focused all my attention on the screen, trying to tame down the ever-growing tension in my body. Liam was doing surprisingly well and somehow had managed to get the ball back.

“You’re turn,” Liam said.

“I—” I wanted to come back with a fancy retort, but all of my sense was stolen when Jackson sucked hard. “I need a second.”

“Better make this quick, Pyro. Wouldn’t want you to lose this game, right?” Jackson teased.

I shot him a glare, but he grinned, looking up as his tongue tickled my most sensitive parts.

“Thea. You’re up.”

I tilted my head back, sucking in a sharp breath before forcing my focus back on the screen. Right. I could do this. Win the gameandget the orgasm.

How hard could it be?

But then Jackson curled his tongue in just the right way.

“Thea. You’re shaking,” Liam huffed.

I barely heard him. Heat coiled low in my belly, twisting tight. Too tight. Jackson edged forward, his fingers working faster. He knew. He knew exactly how close I was, and how I was barely holding it together. He hummed against my skin.

That was it.

I gasped, my head tipping forward, legs trembling around him as the orgasm crashed through me, wave after earth-shattering wave. The controller slipped out of my hand, and I heard booing from the game down my headset. I couldn’t do anything about it. Stars covered my vision, and for a moment, I struggled to breathe. Jackson held me through it, licking me through every pulse, every quiver until I was squirming from oversensitivity.

“Thea.” Liam’s voice pulled me out of that euphoric state, and I bolted up, looking back at the screen with surprise.

“Sorry. I dropped the controller.”

A wide grin stretched across his face. “I can see that. Luckily, no one else did.”

“Good to know.”

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