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Jackson

“You’re the worst person I’ve ever played with. I’m beginning to regret this invite,” Aiden groused down my headset. I didn’t bother responding. I was too busy trying to steal a Porsche from a drug dealer before he caught me. “I could be eating Alyssa’s pussy right now, instead I’m watching my ex-roommate sweat while he fails at virtual carjacking.”

“Who’s Alyssa?” Liam asked with amusement. Both were supposed to be looking out for me, but neither of them were doing their job. A couple of rogue henchmen had made their way in a few times. This was the issue when you played with people who didn’t match your skill level. You were left with their vulnerabilities.

“You don’t need to know who Alyssa is. She’s never going to hear that obnoxiously charming British accent of yours.”

“Is that … Uh, was that a compliment?”

“You’re not helping,” I muttered, still unable to connect these cables. The viewer count was racking up. More than fifty thousand accounts were watching us; one of the highest rates we’d ever had. I couldn’t fail and expect them to keep watching.

“Is that showing on your screen?” Aiden asked. “The blue lights? If we get caught, I’m going to be the one to hand you in.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Liam replied. “If you do that, then they’ll just take you away too.”

“No, they won’t. Have you seen me? People can’t get enough of a shirtless guy in a mask.”

“Will you both shut up,” I yelled, doing my best to connect the two wires so I could steal this damn car, but it didn’t matter how gentle I was with the controller, I couldn’t make it work. “I’m trying to win this for us, and your constant complaining is making that very difficult.”

“Whoa, the chat’s blowing up. Apparently, you sound sexy all riled up, J,” Aiden said.

“Is that what people are focused on? Not my abs?” Liam added.

I’d had enough of them, so I used my shoulder to shunt the headset forward. It wasn’t completely off, but it meant their voices were duller, making it easier to concentrate.

“Nearly there,” I said into the mic, pressing the buttons to try to connect the two wires.

“You better hurry. Do you hear those sirens on your side? Because I do.”

“Shut up, Aiden,” Liam said, and I cheered when I finally did it, then quickly made my avatar jump into the car.

As I was starting it up, Thea lifted one of my hands away from the controller, leaving space for her to tuck between my legs and sit on my thigh.

“Hey.” The moment I tore my gaze from the screen, I nearly lost the game entirely. Thea was in a little skirt that barely covered her thighs, her red sweater stretched tight over her curves, doing a piss-poor job of containing her breasts. My pulse kicked up instantly.

What I wouldn’t give to slip my hand beneath that fabric, to palm her. To feel her.

Before I could process just how badly I wanted her, she leaned in, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to my lips. But it wasn’t the kiss that did me in … it was what came after.

She shifted rubbing her ass against my crotch as she settled into my lap, like she was either getting comfortable, or trying to get me hard.

Hell. Maybe both.

Either way, it was working.

Heat surged through me, my grip on the controller tightening, but Thea? She barely seemed to notice the effect she had on me, her attention shifting back to my main screen like she hadn’t just completely obliterated my ability to focus.

I swallowed hard, my jaw clenching.

“Oh, is this the infamous Pyro?” Liam asked.

Game over.

My gaze flicked past Thea, landing on the screen beside her—the one she hadn’t noticed yet. My camera was on, and Aiden and Liam were watching us.

“Now I understand why you didn’t want to share,” Liam added, a smirk evident in his tone. “Jackson, mate. You’ve pulled.”

“That’s Thea,” Aiden cut in. “And does Tanner know she kisses you like that?”

My fingers twitched. Fuck. If Thea could hear any of his, she’d bolt from my lap and never interrupt me while I gamed again. And I wanted to be interrupted. All the time, if possible.

Keeping my movements casual, I reached around her, pressed a few buttons, and killed the camera while keeping the game running.

I could see them, but they couldn’t see us.

“I hope you turned that camera off by accident,” Liam threatened, but it was empty. He didn’t need my face to get views tonight. We had Aiden for that.

“Nope,” I said flatly.

Thea shifted against me, her breath warm against my ear. “Can they hear or see me?”

Instead of answering, I turned my head, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss before sucking gently on her bottom lip.

“You really need to get out of there before someone finds you,” Liam droned, ruining the moment entirely.

With one eye open, I directed the car to smash through the garage door and sped onto the street, making the chair and controller vibrate.

Thea giggled when the chair lit up, and she shifted on my lap. The movement sent another surge of heat through me.

“What was that?” she asked, her hips rolling.

I held up the black controller. “This and the chair vibrate when I drive.”

Her lips parted, something dark flashing in her eyes as she grabbed my hand, guiding it lower until it was pressing against the soft fabric of her skirt.

She didn’t have to say anything. The unspoken do you want to? was clear in the way she moved.

A needy sound crackled through my headset. Liam. “Do you want me to what? What the hell are we missing out on? Turn your camera back on.”

I didn’t want to hear his voice anymore, so in one swift move, I yanked the headset off, muted the mic, and tossed it aside with my controller.

Thea’s eyes flicked to it. “Don’t you need that to play?”

I slid my hand higher up her thigh, the controller grazing her bare skin.

“Not really.”

I pressed a kiss to her neck, sparing a quick glance at the game. My car flew down the street, barely dodging the flashing blue lights in the corner of the screen.

“Playing with you is more important.”

She inhaled sharply, her grip on my shoulder tightening as I trailed the controller higher, letting it vibrate against the sensitive skin of her thigh.

Then … my fingers stilled.

“Thea, are you not wearing anything underneath that?”

She shook her head, her gaze locked on mine as she lifted her skirt, revealing her bare, glistening pussy.

My mouth watered. Fuck.

I wanted to drop her onto my chair, spread her wide, and bury my face between her legs until she was a trembling mess beneath me.

But Thea had other ideas.

“Keep playing,” she whispered, shifting against the controller, her eyes dark with challenge.

Damn. She was making me hard as steel, but I liked the tease. The slow burn. The way she was testing my patience, knowing damn well I was one second away from flipping her onto my desk and taking what was mine.

So I did as I was told—kind of.

Keeping my focus on the screen, I drove, deliberately steering onto the bumpiest part of the street. One hand stayed on the controller while the other pressed the vibrating side against her clit.

Thea moaned, a breathy, needy sound that sent a bolt of heat straight through me.

The sound system pulsed as the engine rumbled, and I knew exactly what that meant. My gaming chair, the one we were sitting on, started to rumble with the controller.

Perfect.

Why the hell had I never thought of doing this before?

Probably because I’d never wanted anyone close enough to my gaming setup before.

But Thea?

She could have everything.

I dragged the controller up and down her slit, glancing down occasionally to see her arousal slicking the smooth plastic. My jaw clenched.

“That’s it,” I muttered, voice low and rough. “Cover it with your scent, Pyro. I want you ingrained in it.”

Her head dropped back and eyes squeezed shut as she rocked into the vibrations, completely lost in it.

I smirked. It’s going to get better.

I flicked a switch on my keyboard, and the RGB lighting on the chair shifted to a deep red, pulsing in time with the vibrations. Thea’s body was literally glowing.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, gripping the armrests as the added pulse sent another wave of pleasure through her.

I kept my focus split between her and the screen since winning the mission was the only way to make sure this little session didn’t end early.

Aiden’s and Liam’s cars came into view. We were close. I just had to get across the city which would take five minutes, tops.

Thea’s fingers dug into my shoulder, her other hand gripping the desk as she rode the steady pulse of the controller and the chair.

Shit.

I wasn’t making it five minutes.

Her wetness coated my fingers, my controller, my jeans—everything—and I was so damn hard for her that I gave up.

For the first time in my life, I left a game early.

But it was for the greater good.

Unbeknownst to Thea, I logged out and switched my controller to constant vibration. The chair hummed in sync, shifting beneath us like it was meant to be part of this moment.

Her breath hitched as I pressed it harder against her, dragging it up her swollen clit before dipping it between her folds.

“Better,” I muttered, eyes fixed on the way she trembled in my lap.

Now all my attention was on the girl squirming against me.

I glanced down at her pussy and bit my bottom lip in pure agony that my cock wasn’t buried inside her. Not yet, at least.

“You look so good like this, Pyro.”

I pushed the edge of the controller inside her, just enough to tease, and she gasped, her entire body jerking.

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.

The need to ever see another woman like this? Gone.

The only passion burning inside me now was to see how many ways I could fuck Thea Joyce. The chair bounced beneath us as she moved, rolling her hips and using me exactly the way she wanted.

Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, her face a portrait of pure bliss as she focused on the only thing that mattered. Coming.

And I wanted to watch.

With my controller vibrating against her clit, her pussy clenched around me, tight and dripping, her tits bouncing in my face with every move, I was in awe.

She was my teenage fantasy come to life.

I had no idea how the hell I’d gotten so lucky.

Thea gripped the chair, her fingers curling into the armrests as her head tipped back, nearly knocking into my monitor as she came.

Loud, wrecked, mine.

The way her body spasmed, the way she milked me, sent me right over the edge.

I dropped the controller and lost it, my orgasm slamming into me like a Mack truck.

She gasped as I filled her, my arms locking around her waist and holding her against me while I gave her everything.

So much.

There was so much liquid between us that I had to grip her ass just to keep her from sliding off me.

She leaned forward and brushed her lips over mine in the softest, sweetest kiss.

“That was incredible,” I rasped, still too fucking delirious to move.

Thea let out a satisfied sigh, patting my chest. “It was.” Her voice was warm, wrecked. “Now … do you mind making that dinner you promised while I shower?”

I laughed at her nonchalance. I’d just had the best experience of my life, and she was already onto the next thing.

“Anything for you, Pyro.”

She tried to shift, but as soon as she lifted herself, my cum seeped out of her, dripping between us.

I growled, tightening my grip.

“Nope.”

I pulled her back down, forcing her to wrap her arms around my neck.

“I think we could both use a shower,” I murmured, my voice dropping lower, darker.

Thea huffed, amused. “But Jackson, you can’t carry me all the way there.”

“Watch me.”

She squealed when I picked her up, her legs locking around my waist, and my cock still buried deep inside her as I carried her out of the room and straight into the bathroom.

Because dinner could wait.

Round two?

That couldn’t.

Asking Thea Joyce to be my girlfriend was the best fucking decision I’d ever made.