Page 94 of Pick Me

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I tilted her head back, exposing her throat to me. Then, slowly, I dragged my lips down the column of her neck, feeling the frantic beat of her pulse beneath my tongue.

Her body clenched around the vibrating controller, her thighs trembling against mine, and I smirked against her skin.

The chair vibrated harder as the games background noise intensified, the deep bass rolling through her body in time with the pulsing RGB glow.

“Could you come like this?” I murmured, dragging the controller in a slow, torturous rhythm. “All over my controller? All over my chair?”

“Probably,” she strained, her voice breathy and desperate. “But I’d rather come on your cock.”

Fuck, yes.

My grip tightened on her thighs, my restraint hanging by a thread.

I shoved my sweats down just enough to free my cock, and damn, I was lucky—the way we were positioned meant I was already right there, the tip hovering inches from her soaked pussy.

Gripping her hips, I turned her in my lap, shifting her so she straddled me and her back rested against my desk.

And that was when I saw it.

My two favorite things in one place.

Thea—flushed, wrecked, and dripping for me—and my gaming setup. Neon lights cast a sultry glow over her skin. It was the very place I’d spent years indulging my vices, and now, with Thea included, it had become a filthy masterpiece.

I burned the image into my memory, knowing nothing would ever live up to this.

“Jackson,” she whined, wiggling her hips. “I need it.”

That was when I realized I wasn’t even holding the controller anymore.

No distractions. No games. Just her.

With a firm grip, I guided her down, inch by inch, sinking into her tight, wet heat.

Every. Single. Inch.

My head dropped back, a low groan vibrating through me as she took all of me, her arms locking around my shoulders, her body clenching, squirming, trying to take more even though she was already so fucking full.

“You better be careful there, Pyro.” My fingers dug into her thighs, barely holding on to my sanity. “I’m liable to explode at any second.”

“Good,” she pursed. “I want you to paint my insides.”

Fuuuck.

How had I forgotten she was into dirty talk? We’d been just as filthy the night before, and yet, here I was, craving more.

I reached for the controller, shifting back in my chair to give us space, then pressed it between us, pinning it against her clit.

Thea gasped, her whole body jolting as the vibrations pulsed against her.

“Will you ride me, Pyro?” My voice was thick, almost slurred with need. “Pretty please?”

Her lips parted, a slow, wicked smile stretching across them.

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

That was the moment I died.

No, just kidding. But honestly? Something inside me did.

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