She is.
I grip the table to pull my chair flush with the edge. Her dainty fingers run lazily across the fabric, the pace teasing me as I struggle not to shift in my seat. She starts to apply more pressure, and I let out a deep breath. She hasn’t even unzipped me, and I’m already straining at the seams. I feel her fiddling with the button of my pants, and I’m grateful that Sydney didn’t make me wear a belt.
She pulls the zipper down, and my cock pushes forward in my boxers. She proceeds to taunt me further, palming my covered dick, up and down, increasing in pressure as she reaches the tip. I shakily reach forward and bring the whiskey to the edge of my mask, tipping it up so I can take a long sip from the straw. Just as the burn begins in my throat, she reaches under the band and frees my dick. I groan as soft fingers graze over the sensitive skin.
Her thumb rolls over the bead of precum that has gathered at the tip, swirling it around. There is a pause as she removes her hand for a second before quickly replacing it, wet this time. I smirk at the thought of her on her hands and knees under the table, spitting into her palm before grabbing my cock.
I relax my body against the back of the chair, closing my eyes as I lose myself to her rhythm for the next few minutes. One hand pumps and twists along my length while the other cups my balls with light pressure. I have to ball my hands up tightly to stop myself from reaching under the table and fisting her hair, shoving those plump lips around my cock. Something tells me she would love a little pain.
“And the winner for Streamer of the Year is CeleryGod!”
Everything tightens, the pressure near boiling. I’m seconds away from coming. I reach down to tap her arm, trying to give her some warning. My breathing hitches when her warm mouth closes around the tip of my cock, and I have to stifle a groan. She sucks just the tip as her hand continues to stroke at a quick, pressured pace. Her tongue flicks across my slit, and it triggers my release to shoot through me. I’ve never been more thankful for the mask I’m wearing as I squeeze my eyes shut, riding the high.
As she swallows the last of my release, Stevie laps at my tip, cleaning every last drop. She releases me with a pop of her lips, and I allow a true smile to form. I reach down to shove my dick back in my boxers and feel her move to zip and button my pants. There is a round of applause, and I look up to see CeleryGod making his way off the stage, award in hand. I didn’t hear a word of his acceptance speech, my brain was too focused on the five-star service I was receiving. I quickly bring my hands up to join the applauding crowd.
“And that concludes this year’s Vazer Stream Awards! Thank you for coming!”
Everyone begins to stand up and leave, saying short goodbyes before trying to beat the traffic out of the building. I scan the room, keeping a lookout for any of the journalists who might have their eyes on me, but most of them seem to be rushing out to see where everyone is headed next—and who with.
“Is she planning on staying under there all night?” Jackson stands up and stretches next to me.
“No, you asshole.”
Parker ducks under the table to join Stevie, and I go to pinch the bridge of my nose, only to hit the mask. I feel them rustling around for a minute before they pop out next to me, Parker holding his hand out for Stevie to guide her up. She delicately smooths out the bottom of her dress.
“Just wanted to make sure her makeup didn’t have that I-just-licked-dick look.” Parker winks at me as he tosses a napkin onto the table. The white fabric is slightly stained with red lipstick.
Stevie doesn’t even cringe at the comment. She tucks a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear before giving me a grin, her lips now a dusty red color.
“Well, I hope you all had a lovely night. I know I did.” She gives a half-assed curtsey before spinning on her heels to walk away.
I stand up and grab her wrist, tugging her back to me. Her eyes flash with uncertainty, but when I bring my free hand to her chin, she leans into it, gaze softening. I search her honeyed eyes for answers.
“What’s your name?”
The corners of her lips curve up in a smirk and her body relaxes as she leans out of my touch, tilting back on her heels.
“Stevie.”
Brat. I know that.
“Stevie what?”
I wait for her to continue, but she just chuckles playfully. Tilting her head up, she places a small kiss on the cheek of my mask, hand grazing dangerously close to the bottom of my jaw. Her painted nails trail briefly down the length of my neck. I’m still lost in her whiskey eyes as she quickly twists on her heels and strides away.
“Well, that’s a new one.” Parker links his arms through mine and Jackson’s. “Come on, Syd texted that the car is waiting for us out front.”
I’m in a haze as we head out of the building, barely paying attention to what is going on around us. There are a couple of flashes of light as some of the remaining paparazzi get off last minute shots. It isn’t until I see our black Escalade, our driver Francis standing with the door open, that I start to come to. Jackson and Parker slide in first, and I’m about to follow behind when a small body jolts me to the side.
“Blade, hey, sorry!” I look down to see all five foot nothing of none other than Allison Lee, also known as LoveLee. I smile, even though she can’t see it, and lift my hand to ruffle her mass of black hair.
“Lee, what’s up?”
“I know you are probably going to say no, but…” I let out a groan, and she starts to wave her hands frantically in front of me. “But I wanted to see if I could convince you to come to the after-party.”
“How do you know I’m not already headed there?”
She purses her lips dramatically and frowns, the slit in her brow crinkling. “Because you never go.”
“Well, I can’t be breaking my streak then, can I?” She somehow purses her lips even further, and I sigh. “Look, why don’t we set up a time sometime next week, and we can all stream Frontline Doom: Zombies? I haven’t played Zombie mode in ages.”
“Lee! The car’s leaving, with or without ya!” some girl yells from far off.
“Shit, Deer will totally leave me behind. Okay, Zombies, deal.” She reaches around my waist to give me a quick hug before bouncing off.