Chapter 96: 96 | This Isn’t How You Set Up a Twitch Stream
She knew exactly what she was doing.
The little shit.
Jordan watched her struggle with the plug. She kept missing the socket. Had to adjust. Shift her weight. Her ass moved with every motion.
Left. Right. Up. Down.
A fucking show.
"Got it," Chloe said. The ring light clicked on. Bright white light flooded the desk area.
She started crawling backward. Out from under the desk.
Jordan’s hand moved before his brain caught up.
SMACK.
His palm connected with her ass. Hard.
"Ah!" Chloe yelped. Jerked forward. Hit her head on the underside of the desk. "Ow fuck!"
Jordan winced. "Shit sorry."
"You spanked me!" Chloe crawled out the rest of the way. Rubbed her head. "I hit my head!"
"I said sorry."
"You’re not sorry." She glared at him. Her face was red. "You’re smirking."
Jordan tried to stop smirking.
Failed.
"Your ass was right there," he said. "What was I supposed to do?"
"Not spank me while I’m under a desk!"
"Noted for next time."
"There won’t be a next time."
"There’s definitely gonna be a next time."
Chloe stood up. Smoothed down her hoodie. Her ass was probably red under those leggings.
The thought made Jordan’s dick harder.
"Kumiko’s gonna be here in ten minutes," Chloe said.
"So?"
"So we need to look like we’ve been working on the stream setup."
"We have been working on it."
"We opened OBS and watched two YouTube videos."
"That’s work."
"Jordan."
He stepped closer. Backed her against the desk.
"We have ten minutes," he said.
"That’s not enough time."
"It’s enough time for what I’m thinking."
"What are you thinking?"
Jordan’s hand went to her leggings again. Started pulling them down.
This time Chloe didn’t stop him.
The fabric slid over her hips. Down her thighs. Pooled at her ankles.
No panties.
Of course no panties.
"Chloe." Jordan’s voice came out rough.
"What?" Innocent tone.
"You’re not wearing anything."
"I told you. Easier for streaming."
"That’s not why."
"No?" She looked up at him. Eyes dark. "Why then?"
Jordan didn’t answer.
His hand slid between her legs instead.
Wet.
Already wet.
Chloe gasped. Her head fell back.
"Jordan."
"Yeah?"
"Kumiko’s gonna know."
"Know what?"
"What we did."
"So?"
"So it’s embarrassing."
Jordan’s fingers moved. Circled. Pressed.
Chloe’s hips jerked forward.
"Doesn’t feel like you’re that embarrassed," Jordan said.
"Shut up."
"Make me."
Chloe grabbed his face. Pulled him down. Kissed him hard.
Her tongue was in his mouth immediately. Aggressive. Demanding.
Jordan’s free hand went to her ass. Pulled her closer.
His fingers kept moving between her legs. Found her clit. Rubbed.
Chloe moaned into his mouth.
The sound went straight to his dick.
He needed to be inside her.
Now.
Jordan broke the kiss. Spun Chloe around. Bent her over the desk again.
The iMac screen was still showing OBS. The camera feed. The empty scene.
None of it mattered.
Jordan unzipped his jeans. Pushed them down just enough.
His dick sprang free. Already hard. Leaking.
He lined himself up. Pressed against her entrance.
Chloe’s hands gripped the desk edge. White knuckles.
"Jordan hurry."
"Impatient."
"We have like eight minutes."
"That’s eight minutes more than I need."
He pushed inside.
Tight.
So fucking tight.
Chloe cried out. Her back arched.
"Fuck," Jordan groaned.
He didn’t wait. Didn’t give her time to adjust.
Just started moving.
Hard. Fast. Deep.
The desk rattled. The iMac shook slightly.
Chloe’s moans got louder. Higher pitched.
"Ah, ah, Jordan, fuck!"
Her voice was wrecked already.
Jordan’s hands gripped her hips. Pulled her back to meet each thrust.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Harder," Chloe gasped.
Jordan obliged.
His hips snapped forward. Brutal pace.
Chloe’s arms gave out. Her chest pressed flat against the desk.
The mouse skittered across the mousepad. Clicked something on screen.
Jordan didn’t care.
His hand slid up Chloe’s back. Under her hoodie. Found her breast. Squeezed.
"Yes fuck yes!" Chloe’s voice cracked.
She was close.
Jordan could feel it. The way she tightened around him. The way her breath hitched.
His other hand moved between her legs. Found her clit again.
Rubbed.
"Oh god, oh fuck, Jordan I’m—"
She came.
Hard.
Her whole body seized. Her pussy clenched around his dick like a vice.
"Fuck!" Jordan gasped.
The sensation pushed him over the edge.
His hips stuttered. Once. Twice.
Then he was coming too.
Inside her. Deep.
The Ceaseless Discharge trait activated.
Too much. Way too much.
It kept coming. And coming. And coming.
"Jordan what the fuck!" Chloe’s voice was sharp. Surprised.
He couldn’t stop.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it ended.
Jordan pulled out slowly.
The evidence of what they’d done immediately started dripping down Chloe’s thighs.
A lot of evidence.
"Jesus Christ," Chloe breathed. She straightened up. Looked between her legs. "This is. A lot."
"Sorry."
"You’re not sorry."
"I’m a little sorry."
"Liar." But she was smiling.
Chloe grabbed tissues from a box on her desk. Started cleaning herself up.
Jordan pulled his jeans back up. Zipped them.
His legs felt like jelly.
Worth it.
Completely worth it.
A knock sounded at the door.
They both froze.
"Chloe!" Kumiko’s voice. Bright. Cheerful. "I’m here! Are you ready to become a streaming goddess?"
Chloe’s eyes went wide.
Jordan looked at the clock.
Seven minutes had passed.
Shit.
"Just a second!" Chloe called. She scrambled to pull her leggings back up. Smoothed down her hoodie. "I’m uh. Still setting up!"
"Okay! I’ll wait!"
Chloe turned to Jordan. Her hair was a mess. Her face was flushed. Her lips were swollen.
She looked thoroughly fucked.
"She’s gonna know," Chloe hissed.
"Probably."
"Jordan!"
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"I don’t know!" Chloe ran her hands through her hair. Tried to fix it. "Help me look normal!"
Jordan stepped closer. Fixed her hoodie. Tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You look fine," he said.
"I look like we just had sex."
"We did just have sex."
"Jordan!"
He kissed her forehead.
"Relax," he said. "Kumiko probably won’t notice."
Chloe shot him a look that said she absolutely will notice.
Another knock.
"Chloe? Everything okay?"
"Yeah! Coming!"
Chloe took a deep breath. Smoothed her hoodie one more time.
Then she walked to the door.
Unlocked it.
Pulled it open.
Kumiko stood in the hallway. Pink cardigan. White skirt. Twin tails bouncing.
Her eyes went immediately to Chloe. Then to Jordan behind her.
Then back to Chloe.
Her smile turned into a grin.
"Oh my god," Kumiko said. "You two just had sex."
Chloe’s face went bright red.
"We did not."
"You absolutely did." Kumiko pushed past her into the apartment. "Your hair is a disaster and you smell like. Well. You know."
"Kumiko!"
"I’m not judging!" Kumiko laughed. She set her bag down on the couch. "I think it’s cute. Very couple-y."
Jordan stayed by the desk. Tried not to smirk.
Failed.
Kumiko pointed at him. "And you! You look way too pleased with yourself."
"I have no idea what you’re talking about."
"Uh huh." Kumiko turned back to Chloe. "So. Are we doing this or do you two need another fifteen minutes?"
Chloe covered her face with her hands.
"Kill me," she muttered.
