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LYDIA

ONE YEAR LATER

“ H appy anniversary, husband,” I say, bouncing over to the couch where Trip sits. For our first anniversary, we decided on a staycation. We’ve both been working nonstop this past year.

His tattoo shop is busy as fuck, and my streaming has blown up like crazy. After Patrick disappeared and Rayne blasted the shit out of him on TikTok, telling everyone what he did to her, followers flooded my page.

I stream nightly, spend my days with my little one, and bedtime is all Trip’s. But we haven’t had much time to game together—except on those rare nights he gets home early while I’m still on. He hops on no matter how tired he is. Gaming is important to us.

So, for our anniversary? It’s all about us. In our home. Naked. Gaming.

“Have fun with Grandma, baby.” I click the phone off.

Trip looks over at me. “Everything good? They get home safe?”

My mom came to pick Alia up earlier. They moved closer after everything last year, just in case. They want to be able to help if anything ever happens again.

“Yeah, they’re good. They said happy anniversary and that they’ll see us next week.”

Trip smiles and raises an eyebrow. “Okay, Killstreak, then why is your shirt still on?”

I giggle and start stripping. “You know the rules. No clothes this week.”

He smirks and starts undressing too.

“I’m going to order food. You go get the game ready.” He kisses my forehead and pinches my nipple as he walks past me.

I kneel on the couch, pure excitement buzzing through me when Trip walks back into the room.

“Okay, so… you remember the strip COD game I made up when we were dating?” I bounce on my knees, giddy.

Trip sits, grinning widely. “I do. Probably my favorite game of COD I’ve ever played.”

“Well! I have a new game idea.” I smirk, full devil.

“Well, let me have it, killstreak.”

TRIP

I fucking love when she’s this happy. Her excitement makes me stupidly happy.

“So, we’re gonna play COD… while giving each other head. Whoever gets the most kills during their match gets to fuck the other in the ass.”

She claps, bouncing on her knees, thrilled.

“Run that by me again, killstreak… you want to fuck me in the ass?” My voice cracks.

“Well… you know how you like a little finger action during blowjobs? I really want to peg you.” She smiles, shy but burning.

I rub the back of my neck. “I mean… I’m not against it. But if I lose, do you promise to go slow?”

Her eyes go wide. “Holy shit, you’re saying yes?!”

“If it makes you happy, and you go slow? Yeah, I’m down. A little pegging could be fun.”

She leaps off the couch and runs out of the room. I watch her ass jiggle, unable to tear my eyes away.

She comes back with a tangle of leather straps and a pink dildo. “I bought this a month ago when I came up with it! I really hope you lose.” She grins, holding the harness at her hips. Damn… that’s actually hot as fuck.

“Okay, let’s start. Who’s going first?” I ask.

She leans back, headset on, spreading her legs to reveal her glistening pussy.

“I mean… ladies first, right?”

I slide off the couch and kneel between her legs. She lifts one onto the couch, and the other I throw over my shoulder.

“Team deathmatch on Nuketown sound good?” she asks.

“Perfect, killstreak. Time for dessert.” I lick my lips and lean in.

Her hand slaps over heaven before I can dive in. “Ah ah ah! That’s not fair. You can’t get me sensitive before the round starts. Beginning to end— during the round. No cheating, TripsterGuy.”

I roll my eyes and grab her jaw. “You little tease. FINE. I won’t eat my delicious meal. I’ll just starve while gazing at this beautiful work of art.”

I settle between her legs again and toss her hand away.

The timer counts down.

5. 4. 3. 2. 1.

Her body tenses. Woods’ voice kicks in, “Crimson. Eliminate the enemy.”

I dive in. Tongue flat, slow pressure from clit to entrance. My fingers grip her thighs, then trail down and plunge two inside her the second I suck her clit into my mouth.

She jolts. Her moan hits the ceiling. The controller smacks my head.

“Oh fuck, Trip—I’m sorry. Fuck, that feels so good. FUCK I JUST GOT KILLED THREE TIMES—FUCKING HACKERS!” she yells, then moans again.

I curl my fingers and growl, “Give it to me, killstreak. Give me your pleasure.”

I lap her up. Slide my fingers out and suck them clean, locking eyes with her.

“Th–that’s not f-fair,” she gasps, trying to refocus.

I lean lower, tongue gliding over her asshole. She shudders.

“Oh fuck me , Trip.”

“I’m trying to,” I mutter. She giggles.

My tongue circles her tight little hole before I spit and spread her open.

“I—I think my brain just broke from hotness,” she breathes.

I slide a finger into her ass, two into her pussy. Her back arches. She cries out, her character dying again.

“Focus, little killer.”

She shakes her head and turns back to the screen. I suck her clit, fuck her holes, and feel her build.

She tightens, her toes curling. Her whole body breaks.

She squirts. Right into my mouth. Down my face. Across the couch.

“Fuck yes, killstreak. Give it to me!”

She screams, grips my head. Her body convulses.

The match ends. I slide out of her, wipe my mouth, and grin.

She pants, boneless. “Holy. Fucking. Shit. We are so playing that game again.”

I check her stats. “Five kills? Killstreak, that’s a personal low. And you died… thirty-nine times.” I laugh.

She glares.

“Want to eat first? I don’t think it’s fair to make my boneless little killer get on her knees right now.” I stroke her cheek.

She melts into my hand. “I love you so much.”

LYDIA

After we eat, we’re back on the couch—this time with a waterproof blanket under us. Should’ve used that earlier. We’ll just say the pipes burst.

Trip loads into a match. The countdown starts. I kneel between his legs, tying my hair up while staring into his eyes.

“Ready, TripsterGuy?” I smirk. I fully intend to win this.

The match begins. I lick the already glistening tip of his cock. Precum coats my lips. I stroke him, twisting while sucking, hollowing my cheeks.

His body shakes. “Holy fuck, Lyd—that’s not fair. The hand motion—holy?—”

I cut off his words, deep-throating him until he hits the back of my throat.

One hand plays with his balls, the other teasing his ass. Goosebumps rise across his skin.

I slide off him and smirk. “Focus, husband.”

He groans, gripping the controller.

“You don’t fight fair.”

I keep going. Hands cupping and rolling, switching pressure. Spit drips from my lips, trailing down to his ass.

My finger slides in slowly, stretching him. His cock gets even harder.

I fuck his ass, suck his cock, and when the second finger slides in—he grabs my head.

I know I just won.

He comes hard down my throat. I swallow and keep sucking. He cries out, lost in it.

When he finally lets me go, I slide out and wipe my mouth.

I kiss his blissed-out lips. “So, how was that?” I giggle.

He grunts.

The scoreboard pops.

“Four and fifty-three.” I jump up. “I hope you’re ready to get pegged, baby!”

TRIP

We clean up, rest, and play a few rounds. When Resurgence gets too sweaty, she straddles me, arms around my neck.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” she whispers in my ear.

I smile. “Okay, little killer. Let’s go to our room for this.”

She runs upstairs. When I walk in, she’s buckling the strap-on, kneeling on the bed. Her tits bounce. Her nipples beg to be bitten. I’m so fucking lucky.

I sit on the edge of the bed. “How do you want me, killstreak?”

“Hands and knees, baby.” She winks.

I obey.

She lubes me up, fingers sliding in gently, preparing me.

Then I feel the tip press in.

“Relax, husband. Let your wife fuck you.”

My body melts. She slides in slowly, giving me time. Not forcing it, letting my body take it gently. Letting my body get used to it, centimeter by centimeter as she goes.

Soon, she’s buried inside me. Her hips against my ass.

“Oh fuck, Lyd. I’m gonna come so fast.”

She giggles. “I know, baby.”

She strokes me while she fucks me, and I lose all sense of control.

“Lyd—little kill—fuck—I’m—coming?—”

I explode onto the bed. She thrusts once more before pulling out gently.

She collapses next to me, panting.

“Holy shit. That’s like… a lot of fucking work,” she laughs.

“Not gonna lie… I didn’t hate that,” I say.

She strokes my back. “Good. Because I fully intend to do it again.”

The End