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His Prize

L iam needed almost half as long as he’d lasted—seven minutes and thirty-four seconds—to recover. While he did so, Tess licked him clean. Holding his cock loosely in her hand, she provided the necessary motions to unburden his cock of cum, which she collected with her tongue. She wasn’t done with him yet. Fortunately, Liam’s recovery time was pretty good, so she wouldn’t have to worry about him resting on her couch for too long.

She still had her prizes to claim, after all. Actually, as he would learn once he could finally think straight again, he still had his prize to claim.

After his clean-up, Tess retrieved glasses of water for them both. Dropping herself on the couch beside him, breasts pressing into him, Liam realized that he’d completely failed to take advantage of her topless state while she’d sucked him off. Clicking his teeth together, annoyed at himself, he started making up for lost time.

Chuckling, Tess gave him about a minute to indulge in his fun before catching his wrists. Smiling as she held them at bay, she said, “There’ll be plenty of time for that. Let me see your phone again, please.”

Once she had it in hand, Tess opened the most recent recording. Liam’s recovery accelerated. Were they going to watch it together?

The answer—this time—ended up being no. Instead, Tess rapidly scrolled toward the end, then began looking for when exactly he’d climaxed. He’d let the recording go on for another fifteen seconds before ending it. So, the recording’s time of 7:49 was technically wrong. Apparently. Tess informed him of this fact after confirming just when he’d begun unloading his cum into her throat.

“So, it’s seven-thirty-four.” Her eyes gleamed. “Not too bad. And it’s certainly a beatable time, so there can—and should—be a bit of back and forth.” She smiled. “I’ll end up with the best time down the road, of course.”

Liam nodded dumbly, unsure if she was complimenting him or herself. His confusion grew when Tess pulled out her phone.

“Here. Post the number—and only that number.”

He didn’t accept her phone, but he did glance at the screen. Tess’s messages were open. Specifically, the group channel between him, her, and Avril was open.

Liam’s eyes widened into a pair of saucers.

“You can choose not to,” Tess said, still proffering her phone. “But this is your prize. You took my king, so you can begin… something competitive.”

Tess loved her timers. Understanding dawned on him. He hadn’t realized that the recording wasn’t the only part of it. The timer at the top had always been a key element of his prize, even if he hadn’t realized it. He did now. He almost felt winded by it, yet what his mind couldn’t handle, his body could. His cock started to stiffen up, aware of what Tess was setting into motion.

“You sure?”

Tess nodded. “But only the timer. Nothing else. No sharing that video, not via text or in person. Understood?”

“Yeah,” Liam said. He finally took Tess’s phone. With slightly trembling fingers, he typed in just three numbers and one symbol. Staring at it for a moment, heart racing, he hit send.

7:34

His phone buzzed. So did someone else’s.

The first recorded time entered their group message. Far, far from the last.