He was in his chair and I was in his lap, his cock inside me, and we just sat there while he played.
The game was important. Ranked match. I wasn’t supposed to move. His rule. I was just supposed to feel him and wait, and if I was good, maybe he’d move.
He was gripping the mouse with one hand, playing one-handed like it was nothing. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest, could feel every tense muscle when he made a good play.
“Shut up,” he said to his headset, smiling.
On the big team fights, when he needed to focus, he bounced me on his cock just once, twice, real deep. Then back to sitting still.
I was so desperate. So full and aching and not allowed to ask for more. Just had to squeeze around him and wait.
His team was winning. And I was sitting on his lap, clamping down on him, patient.
“Come on,” he muttered. “Come on.”
The final team fight hit. His character was in the middle of it, health dropping, and he was moving so fast, clicking so fast, and every focused moment turned me on.
They won.
He slammed me down on him and came so hard I felt it before I realized what was happening. Filled me up right there in the chair while his team celebrated on voice call.
He sat back down and kept playing like he hadn’t just bred me.
Can’t wait for the next ranked match.
