Part One of Mission ‘Get Ben’s thoughts to FilthLand’ accomplished.
I let him gawk at me for a few moments, then I step aside and motion him in, making sure to give my hips a little sway that his eyes most definitely don’t miss. “You coming in, or are we hanging out remotely?”
He shakes his head and chuckles, seeming to regain some control of himself. “Are you trying to chase me away?”
“No such thing. I don’t back out of a challenge.”
He hums, crouching down to take his shoes off. “Is that what this is? A challenge?”
I lean one shoulder against the doorframe of my lounge, tapping a finger against my chin. “I meant me showing you how amazing I am at the game I play. I don’t normally have a live audience.”
If I’m being truthful, I’m a little nervous. Back when Andy and I had just started to date, I invited him over so he could watch me play. He did, for a whopping five minutes, while monologuing about how much of a waste of time video games are, because you could be making money or hanging out with your bros instead. I did try to explain to him that Iamactually making money doing the thing that I love, but he wasn’t listening at that point. He’d already called the chads, and, if memory serves, they were discussing the latest sexual conquest one of them had.
So fucking cringe.
A hand snakes up the side of my neck, grazing my jawline. I snap out of my thoughts and find Ben looming over me in my personal space. I hated when my ex did it, but Ben? I shiver in delight, my trapped cock swelling.
“I’m really good as a live audience,” he says, voice low and hoarse. “And I haven’t forgotten that I promised you a reward if you win.”
I frown, replaying our conversation in the parking lot. I’d been so confused and turned on, making it hard to follow. “What happens if I don’t?”
He leans in, brushing his lips against mine. “I’d have to punish you then, no?”
Does it involve spanking? And why does he make it sound just as good as being rewarded? It’s the way he says it in that sultry voice, I think, his proximity, the subtle smirk playing at his lips when he steps back and crosses his arms.
“Right. Yeah. Of course. I’m winning for sure.” I wave him away, feeling warmth spread across my face when he gives me a knowing arch of his eyebrow. “Whowants to be punished?” Clearing my throat, I walk past him and enter the lounge. “Make yourself at home.”
I don’t miss the way his eyes train on my ass when I glance over my shoulder. They are ravenous, and he looks ready to pounce on me.Good, my teasing is working. He seems to catch himself ogling after a few moments, his mouth fighting off a smile. Joining me in the lounge, he settles on the armchair next to me instead of the couch. It’s comfy, but the couch is better, unless… Does he actually plan to watch me? I was sure he was joking.
“So, who are you playing against? I’ll be honest. I don’t have time to follow all the side tournaments, just the championship. Play-ins were in the summer. Did you compete?”
I snap my head at him, squeezing my headphones. “I… did. And I qualified for the solo bracket.”
He blinks at me and smiles, pride oozing off him. “That’s so fucking cool. What’s your tag, by the way? I don’t think you told me.”
I swallow, anticipation twisting my stomach. “NeonNuke.”
He doesn’t react. At least not immediately. Goosebumps erupt all over me, my insides knotting. And then he beams, his entire face lighting up. “Holy shit! You’re NN?”
My screen loads up the lobby then, my character in his black-green suit filling the screen. Ben’s eyes flick to it, going even wider.
“You a fanboy or something?” I toss, trying to play it cool and not squeal and cheer and lose my shit because he actually knows my game name.
“Why? Is that a problem?” he purrs, placing his hand on my thigh.
I suck in a breath, loving the way his rough, long fingers knead my flesh. “No… Why would it be a problem?”
“Does it turn you on, then?” He drags his hand up, then slides it down, caressing the inner side. It’s awfully close to my hardening cock.
“I have tons of fans,” I say, my voice lower than it was.
He cradles my cheek, turning my head so we’re looking at each other. His pupils are blown, excitement and lust stirring within them. I clench my legs together. He smiles and slowly melts the distance between us, his lips sealing against mine.
I moan, my body burning, and open for him in invitation. He takes it, his tongue hungry and searching as it tangles with mine. His distinctively sweet taste erupts in my mouth, and I fight him for control of the kiss. But he’s relentless, dictating the pace and making my head spin as his hand finds the zipper of my shorts and slides it down.
“How long until the game starts?” he rasps, his rich voice vibrating down my throat as I swallow the sound.
“Five minutes or so.”
