Elliot’s hands trembled as he reached for the controller again, his gaze flicking nervously between the screen and my body. I could hear that his friends were still talking in his headset, their voices an incomprehensible background buzz, but I could see he was barely registering any of it. His focus was entirely on me—or, more accurately, on the way the hoodie barely covered the curves of my ass as I shifted back into a sitting position on the couch.

I tucked my legs beneath me, settling in close enough that our thighs brushed. “You’re so quiet,” I murmured, leaning toward him. “Are you losing?”

“N-no,” he stammered, his voice cracking. He fumbled with the controller, and I noticed his character onscreen taking unnecessary hits, clearly because his hands weren’t doing what his brain was telling them to.

I smiled to myself, loving how easy this was. I had been worried he didn’t like me, but now, after showing him a few glimpses of my pussy and ass, he was smitten. “Hmm,” I said softly, dragging my fingers over my exposed thighs as if I were just idly fidgeting. “You don’t seem very focused. Isn’t this game important?”

“It…it is,” he managed, swallowing hard. His eyes darted toward me for the briefest second, the hem of the hoodie riding up again, revealing just a hint of my bare skin beneath. “Really important, actually.”

His friends’ voices buzzed in his headset again, and one of them shouted something about a boss fight. Elliot scrambled to respond, fumbling to unmute his mic. “S-sorry, I’m here! I’m ready.”

I smiled as he tried to focus, feeling a little cruel but having way too much fun. This was his punishment, I decided, for all those times I had tried to make subtler advances, for all those times I had made hints he had not taken. I shifted my weight, letting my chest press against his arm. The soft fabric of the hoodie stretched over my large breasts, and I was sure he could feel the warmth of me even through the layers. “I’m not sure what you’re doing, but it looks really hard…”

His hands froze mid-movement on the controller, and his character died onscreen. “D-damn it!” he hissed under his breath, yanking his headset off for a moment and glaring at me with a mix of panic and frustration.

I tilted my head innocently. “What happened?” I asked, playing dumb to the fact his character was on the floor, being revived by the rest of his team. He groaned softly, dropping his face into his hands for a moment before taking a deep breath and putting the headset back on. “Sorry, guys,” he muttered into the mic. “I’ll focus.”

Focus? Not on my watch.

As he fumbled to rejoin the game, I decided to really push him.

“I’m kind of cold, actually,” I said, standing up, well aware the hoody barely covered my naked ass. “Do you mind if i…?”

I gently lowered my ass onto his lap, turning sideways so he could still see the TV. His entire body stiffened, and his hands froze on the controller as my cheeks bulged out across his lap, my naked pussy making contact with his pants. I felt a shiver run through me as how naughty I was being, about how hard I must have been making him.

“Don’t mind me,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his neck. “I’m just getting comfortable.”

“Sarah,” he hissed, his voice barely audible over the chatter in his headset. “I can’t…I’m trying to…”

“Trying to what?” I asked, rolling my hips slightly. The motion made him tense up. “Play your game? Go on. Don’t let me stop you.”

His hands gripped the controller tightly, his knuckles white, but his movements were jerky and uncoordinated. His friends were shouting something about his character lagging behind, but Elliot barely responded. His attention was entirely on me now, his eyes wide and desperate as I began to move against him again.

He let out a choked sound, his hands gripping my waist now instead of the controller. His friends were still talking in his headset, oblivious to what was happening, but I could see he was barely hanging on. His breathing was ragged, his face flushed, and his body trembled beneath me.

“Sarah,” he said again, his voice low and shaky. “I can’t…I’m gonna…”

“Shh,” I murmured. “It’s okay.” I stood up, turned to him, and pulled the hoody up over my head and let it drop to the floor, revealing my completely naked body to him for the first time, my large breasts punctuated my hard nipples, the mound of my smooth swollen pussy already glistening with wetness. I stood like this for a few seconds, letting Elliot take it all in, the way my hair fell across my shoulders, my naked legs, my wide, soft hips.

I sat down on the coffee table, facing him, and opened my legs.

“Just play your game. Ignore me. It’s not even that interesting, I promise.”