The Ultimate Distraction

Jewelz Blu drags herself through the door and collapses on the couch like her legs have given out. Charly, curled up at the far end with a magazine, glances over. "Rough night?" Jewelz groans into a cushion. "Streaming’s blowing up, which is great, except the chat’s a zoo now. Keeps yanking my focus. Stats are tanking, sponsors are gonna notice. I need the numbers, but every ping throws me off." Charly sets the magazine down. "So train through it." She lets the silence stretch, then a slow smile forms. "I’ll give you the ultimate distraction. Trust me." Later, Jewelz boots up a co-op session with her online crew. Headset on, eyes on the monitor, she’s halfway through the first map when warm hands slide up her thighs. Before she can register the touch, Charly disappears beneath the desk. A moment later Jewelz feels a tongue—soft, insistent—part her folds. She jerks, thighs clenching around Charly’s head, a shocked gasp bursting from her before she can swallow it. The chat scrolls; teammates bark orders. Jewelz’s pulse hammers in her ears, every slow lick a live wire straight to her clit. She grips the controller harder, forces her thumbs to hit the right buttons, tries to keep her moans locked behind closed teeth. Charly is merciless—sucking, swirling, sliding one finger inside while the game loads the next round. Jewelz’s toes curl in her socks. Sweat beads on her upper lip. She never loses a life, never drops a frame, never lets the squad know the real fight is happening under the desk. Charly’s tongue fucks her steady and patient, driving her right to the brink and back. By the final round Jewelz is dripping, thighs trembling, biting her lower lip raw to keep from coming on the live stream. When the victory screen pops, she rips the headset off, reaches down, yanks Charly up by the hair, and kisses her own taste from her girlfriend’s mouth like a secret they’ll never tell the chat.