Cheater luke

Luke smirked and tossed his controller aside. "Reflexes aren’t the only thing I’ve got, Matt." Before she could react, he grabbed her hips and yanked her backward, pressing her chest-first into the couch. She let out a sharp laugh, twisting to shove him off, but he pinned her wrists down with one hand while the other tugged at the waistband of her sweats. "Cheating already?" Matt gasped as the fabric slid down her thighs. "Winning," Luke corrected, his voice rough as he lined himself up. And started to tease her. Matt let out a stiffled gasp as Luke’s fingers traced teasing circles along her inner thigh. "Quit it—" she hissed, squirming against the couch cushions, but her grip on the controller only tightened. The screen flickered as her character took a hit, the enemy landing a brutal combo while she was distracted.

Jake chuckled low in his throat, his breath hot against the back of her neck. "Focusing’s hard, huh?" His hips pressed forward just enough to make her **** back another sound—half-laugh, half-moan—as the controller slipped slightly in her sweaty palms. Her knee jerked, accidentally knocking against the coffee table. "You’re such an ass—"