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“An indie rock band. Broaden your musical horizons, man.” Carson leans back and swivels impatiently in his chair. “Are we chit chatting all night or getting this game started, fuckers?”
This is not a side of Carson I’ve seen yet. He’s mouthy as hell. I can’t imagine being trash-talked by my friends like these guys are going at it with each other. But the more zingers they toss each other, the more I like it.
“I’m gonna fuck your mom and give her a son she actually loves,” Trey says to Carson at one point.
Ara cracks up laughing.
I think someone gets points or dies or I don’t even know what, but Carson stands up and shouts. A figure on the screen glitches and respawns.
“Distract him for us, Mak!” Ara yells. “Put the book down and help us!”
“She can’t help you, Ara. She’s banging a werewolf billionaire at an underground sex club.” Carson’s furiously slamming his fingers on the keyboard. “Suck it, fools!”
I’ve yet to start my book because I’m enjoying this crazy entertainment. With Carson’s back still to me, I pull off my—his—hoodie, and saunter over to where he’s furiously hitting the keys to win the game.
I rest my bare hip against his desk.
“Oh shit.” His gaze slowly scales down my body. “Ohhh shhhhiit.”
“Can they see me?” I mouth.
He swallows hard, his eyes wide as he shakes his head.
Good.
“Get him, Mak!” Ara yells.
“Quit bugging her. And stop trying to cheat your way to a win.” Carson watches with a predatory gaze as I sink down to my knees under his desk. His breathing speeds up when I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pull them down his thick thighs.
His hard dick bobs as it springs free, and I capture it with my mouth.
“I respawned someplace else. Shit!” Trey yells. “Damnit, hang on. I’m back in the T-zone.”
“Your brother did a great job on this game.” Ara’s voice is light and bubbly. “Nice graphics.”
Trey makes some noise in the background. “Carson, you still with us?”
“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “I’m… in the R zone. How the fuck did I get heeeeerrrrrrrrre fuuuuck.” Carson clutches the top of my head as I suck him off.
His gaze is locked on me, not the game.
I pull away and pump him with my hands. “Play your game and let me play mine.”
Opening my mouth wide—because Carson’s girthy—I go down on him again. I can’t get him past a certain point in my throat at this angle, but I’ve got a good bit of him between my lips and start sucking in earnest while he tries to focus on the game.
The sounds of everyone yelling, guns blazing, avatars running and fighting music all fade away.
Carson growls like an animal, fisting my hair and pumping his hips in slow thrusts.
It’s suddenly very quiet and all I can hear are the sounds he’s making and the slurping noises from me.
“That’s it, Mak. Suck my cock with that hot, pretty mouth.”
I scrape his thighs, which earns me another growl from him. Fuck a billionaire werewolf, I’ve got my own fantasy man right where I want him—about to come down my throat.
“Shhhhiiittt you feel so fucking good.” Carson’s breaths turn ragged the longer I blow him. “Swallow me.”
His cock swells and legs stiffen a few seconds before he orgasms. My tongue’s flat against his shaft and I love how his dick throbs between my lips as he shoots salty, sweet cum into my mouth. I’m not wasting a drop of this goodness. Sucking him until he begs me to let go and show mercy, I swipe my hand over my chin to clean off my drool.