Page 87 of Game Over

“Heals please,” they called, a little breathlessly.

I ran my nose along his pelvis, taking my time as I breathed in the faint lemony scent of him, lips grazing the little tuft of hair waiting at the base of his cock before moving upwards along his soft skin.

“I-I-I need to fall back,” Jesse muttered as I suckled on his rosy head, lapping at the precum waiting for me at his slit in a burst of fresh citrus that reminded me of freshly squeezed lemonade.

My fingers wrapped around his shaft as I took him further into my mouth, stroking him in time with the in-game music.

Not for the first time, I wished that Jesse and I were bonded. It would’ve been incredible to have some insight into how he was feeling right now. Was it hard to stay quiet?

How horny was he knowing that if he was caught there would be serious consequences for him?

Did it feel good when I pinched his sac like this? Or when I roll his balls in my hand as I drive him deeper into my mouth?

I sucked harder at him, pressing down until the tip of his cock met the back of my throat. The little, muted moan that tried to escape me vibrated around him, making the beta’s hips kick and gag me with an audible noise that I was sure the mic picked up.

“Oh, no, I think it was outside,” Jesse said, voice high as they tried to cover.

A terrible lie, babe.

I looked into the camera as I fucked my face with Jesse’s cock, my eyes too unfocused to read the chat. But if the constant pinging in my ear was telling me anything, the donations were pouring in.

Jesse’s hips lifted, chasing my movements as subtly as he could and I backed off, leaving him shining with my saliva and a bit of precum as I stroked him in my hand.

Jesse wasn’t in control of this show, I was.

I leaned forward to circle his head with the tip of my tongue, cycling between licks and sucks until Jesse’s legs were shaking.

Glitched_Attraction69: so sexy babygirl, you’re doing such a good job.

Glitched_Attraction69: I wish you could see how strained he looks.

“Fuck,” Jesse muttered, assumptively after he’d died in the game. “I don’t know what’s up tonight guys, I justcan’t focus.”

I smirked, spitting down onto his cock before taking up sucking again, my tongue circling along the underside as I took him so deep that my nose brushed his pelvis.

Jesse’s hand found the back of my head under the desk after a couple of tries, pressing me down further as he flexed his hips.

He was so deep down my throat I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think around him. Tears already forming at the corners of my eyes to catch in my runny mascara and form delicious dark streaks down my cheeks.

If I had it my way, this would never end.

“To your left,”I called to Jesse, narrowly keeping the smirk out of my voice. It was always a treat when he was playing like shit.

It was so, so nice to have a reason to gloat.

Though he was so distracted tonight, it hardly felt like a win.

I thought we’d sorted our differences last week, but maybe there were still some lingering feelings there that needed to be addressed. I tucked the notion into the back of my mind.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice oddly shaky. “Comingaround.”

“You’re really off today, huh?” I asked, poking a bit of fun.

My three monitors glowed in the dim, purplish lights of my room, giving a bit of a man-at-the-desk vibe that would’ve made me an excellent superhero sidekick.

Or a supervillain, I guess.

I had the game on the screen right in front of me, and a screen stacked above it, with Jesse’s stream going so I could watch the chat fly by, a flutter of nonsensical emotes moving soquickly it was hard to follow them at all. Well, until they started to tell me off for ragging on their favorite streamer.

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