Gezza sat back in his gaming chair, vinyl squeaking against his soaked hoodie, his legs neakers on his cluttered desk.
He pulled a bag of chips and began to munch. Argh feeling lazy to do shit.
His gaze landed on his pack collapsed on floor the leather of his Playbook glowing warm, the runes faint.
Come to think of it, it didn't give me a time limit. I can chill, enjoy the ride.
He smiled, sleazy, his ribs still sored where Mike had beaten him.
But the thought of Linda moaning, the mission of the void, his plan to have a harem--all this buzzed in his mind.
Fifteen girls. That's will be tough. He turned on his console, and the screen rolled, loading Vanguard Duty, his headset humming as he entered his online lobby.
"Yo, Gezza, you alive?" Jake came through with a crackling voice, nasal, mocking. "Thought you would be jerking off in your moms basement again."
The lobby erupted into laughter. Gezza jaw clenched. Bitch.
The game began players scrambled through the battle ground trying to grasp victory.
Gezza fingers the controller, thumbs smashing the buttons, his character jack-knife dashing through a virtual battlefield, Gezza snorted.
"Fuck off, Jake. I'm slaying it." More than you pricks know. There were shots ringing in his ears and he was seeing kills on his screen.
5 kills. Jake only got two. He grinned at his PC.
The discussion shifted to females--Jake complaining of a hookup at the club, Ryan complaining of a ghost on Tinder.
Gezza inclined his head in a squeaky chair, grinning. "Y'all are amateurs. I score two sisters and a MILF this week. Beat that."
The lobby broke out, and Ryan burst into laughter. "Bro, stop lying. You can't relate to pussy." Jake put in, "Yes, Greasy Gezza, stick to your posters.
Gezza shut his jaw, controller clattering in his hand, bruise on his cheek paining him. Fuckers. They laughed during high school as well. "I'm serious, assholes. They were begging for it."
He spoke in a higher voice, yet the lobby cackled and Jake said, Bullshit, dude. You're all talk."
Gezza stamped harder with his fingers, his personality ducked bullets, his blood bubbling. His kill score hitting 9.
They will observe my harem erected.
"Gerald!" The voice of his mom was penetrating the basement, screeching and annoying. "You got a visitor!" Her steps were stamping overhead, plates clattering in the kitchen.
"Busy, Ma!" Gezza screamed, his eyes on the screen, his thumbs patting, grenades flying. Can't pause this shit. Whoever it is can wait.
His character dashed, points soaring, the lobby applauding a tight contest. He bent forward headset sliding, his hair floating in his eyes. "Come on."
The door creaked open. Gezza turned, controller still, Who the hell is—?
His speech paused. Mia Elizabeth Larson was there, with her loose blonde hair, crop top smacking her curves, denim skirt tight, vanilla-rose perfume penetrating the mild smell of the basement.
Her Tasmania Devil eyes were blue, and her lips drew in a coy smile, that said Playbook-hungry. Holy shit, Mia? Here?
The Playbook heats his heart, and the tightness of his jeans makes him feel the warmth. Thank fucking room's clean.
His mom nagged, and the only clutter was posters on the floor that was emptied of trash.
"Surprise", purred Mia, teasing, hips graveling to step in, her skirt coming up.
She closed the door with clicking locks, and her heels were tapping the carpet. Book's still got her.
"Hey—" He smiled and turned to the screen, mashing his thumbs, attempting to concentrate. And act all non-chalant.
"Yo, who's that?" The voice of Ryan crackled, and there was a silence in the lobby. "Is that a girl?"
Gezza smiled, steadied his controller, and sniped character. "Told ya, pricks. That's Mia. She's all over me."
Mia giggled, and leaned over his shoulder, and her breath was hot upon his neck, and the fragrance of vanilla-rose filled his senses.
The lobby blew up and Jake said, "No Way."
His sleaze burnt up his chest, "Eat that assholes."
Mia brushed her fingers along his thigh, and her nails tore through his jeans, and he felt the heat in his groin.
"Keep playing...stud" she said, her tongue flicking, her lips brushing his ear. His fingers were clumsy with the thumbs, his personality had dropped a shot, bullets flying on-screen.
Fuck, she's messing with me. Her hand moved upwards, massaging his swelling penis, the jeans tearing.
He clenched his teeth, controller shaking, his score dropping and the lobby cheered.
Mia, chill, he thought, his voice cracking, his eyes dashing between her sly smile and the screen.
His jeans were unzipped by her fingers, the rasp was so loud it brought forth his erection, and her hand was warm and firm, and moving slowly.
Her hips moved, a dare-devil twitch that swept his attention out of the screen. Too late the controller slipped in his hands. His personality shook, received the blow. Game over..
The lobby was roaring, and Ryan was laughing, "Nice one, Gezza, having a drink already?
Kneeling, Mia touched his tip with her lips, and her tongue teased in a wet and hot way.
Gezza moaned, head set sliding, his hands clinging to the arms of the chair, vinyl creaking. Fuck, I'm done for. Her lips were round and closed on him slowly, sucking, her blonde hair bouncing, vanilla-rose mingling with his sweat.
His head went back, and his eyes shut half.
"Yo Gezza wanna rematch?" Jake call him but he forgot the game, and silence covered the lobby.
Her tongue was swirling, her hand moving more, his breath was rough, pleasure stabbing. She's too good. She took him deeper, her moans damp in his thumbs on the controller, and he twitched on the useless controller.
The screen turned red, his team had lost and the voice of Jake was yelling, "Yo, Gezza, you suck! Gezza jumped, and his hips buckled, and the lips of Mia were insatiable, and her nails pierced his thighs.
His pulse struck, as of white heat, and his groan was great, controller whacking to the floor. He pressed her head closer. Fuck, she made me lose.
He pulled off the headset, tossing it, and the jeers in the lobby were cut off. Mia was dragging her tongue, her blue eyes glistening, coy, teasing.
You bitch, Gezza wondered, and his voice was rough, his jeans open, and his erection wet. "You made me lose."
Sleazy grin, heart a pounding, the warmth of the Playbook throbbing in his bag, a sharp cold pang in his breast. Worth it.
Mia was standing, skirt lifting higher, crop top tight, breasts heaving.
"So punish me then", she purred, drawing near, with lips and mouth kissing his, and hand leading his to her thigh, with warm skin. "Fuck me hard, Gezza."
Her voice was lustful, the spell of the Playbook was a potent one, her body was seeking him, and was prepared.