Page 70 of The Influencer

That grin. It goes straight to my dick.

He gestures at the bed. “Have a seat.”

We switch places. He gives a firm tug on my wallet chains as we pass each other. “Somehow insanely hot on you,” he mutters.

“Chains would look hot on you, too.”

“Mm…don’t distract me.” He walks to his dresser, picks up a remote, and a song I haven’t heard in years comes from a badass speaker system that must be as elaborate as his studio setup. “Six Underground.” It’s a slow, soft, sexy song—not very Superman, but very, very Jade.

He moves his hips to the rhythm as he turns and struts my way. Hot. Hot.

Fuck, it’s hot. I unbutton a button on my shirt, pulling my collar open wider, exposing my mid-chest. He frowns at the cross, but it’s so quick, I almost miss it. Regardless, it gives me pleasure, and I feign a smirk to try to hide how much he’s turning me on—the seductive way he moves his body to the melodic and heady rhythm that fills the entire room. It’s half-ridiculous because he’s wearing a costume, but once you get past that part and focus on the body beneath the brightly colored suit, there’s nothing I can do but watch and want, my cock solidifying in my jeans.

I can’t tell if he’s improvising, or if his dance is choreographed, but every move matches the dynamic vibes of the song. His arms stretch out and above his head with such grace, even as he drops into a crouch which he moves out of with a full, perfectly executed body roll. I part my thighs as he moves closer, and he turns, lowering his ass to graze my crotch—a lap dance.

“Can I touch?” I ask.

“Yes, please.”

I start by running my hands down his straining thighs, and he tosses a look over his shoulder at me, his blonde waves only half obscuring his face. His lips are parted, and he looks like he’s halfway to orgasm. I’ve never been to a strip club, but I imagine that heated looks like this are one way the ladies earn their tips, and if I had any cash on me, Jade would get every last cent.

Bracing his hands on my legs, he lowers himself further to grind on my dick. His hips make fucking infinity signs over my lap. I didn’t even know a body could move like that, but I should have assumed that if there was anything sexy someone could do, Jade is probably able to do it.

His neck is all too available, and I sink my mouth into it, wanting to leave marks, but trying not to. I’m sure they’re a pain in the ass for him to cover up, but he tastes so good. I run my hands up his rolling chest and grab hold of his pecs, squeezing them tightly in my fists. He lets out a pant and reaches back behind my head to hold my face in place, my lips and tongue still making out with his candy-sweet neck. His arched back strains every muscle in his torso, and the music beats on, hypnotic, erotic. “God, I wanna fucking tear you apart,” I sigh against his skin.

He tsks, lets go of me, and turns, lowering himself to his knees in front of me. I’m unbuckling my belt in an instant as he stares up at me with a look of reluctant determination. I hesitate before I undo my fly. “You don’t have to.”

“Let me,” he says.

My dick hasn’t been sucked in over a year—and Olivia wasn’t very good at it either. I mean—I still came, but her technique was very…Catholic, I guess. Kissy and dainty—a proper lady’s blow job.

However—while I have no doubt Jade can suck a cock—I have no idea how he’ll manage mine with everything I’ve done to it since Liv cut me off. My piercings are extreme—even I know that. They’re a symptom of my self-destruction, and to tell the truth, I’m shy about them. They practically scream “freak” from the deepest depths of me and say way too much about who I am inside.

To slide them past lips as pretty as Jade’s feels both dirty and vulnerable. I open my fly slowly, giving him long, stretched out seconds to change his mind. All he’d have to do is spring up and kiss my mouth instead. I wouldn’t mind. Wouldn’t fault him for it. But he helps me pull my cock out. It’s hard, stretched to its limit from how he danced on my lap. The Prince Albert is dripping with precum and he licks out at it, swiping up the drops and looking up at me with his beautiful eyes.

“I’m not gonna force it on you,” I say. “But if you want it, have at it.”

He smirks and takes hold of it at the root, running his thumb up my scrotal hoop ladder and giving me a rough shiver. Rising up to meet the crown, he suckles the tip in sweet, almost delicate kisses while slowly jerking the base of my shaft. His tongue traces the curve of the thick piercing. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but his mouth is so hot and wet, I can’t help but groan. Eyes on me, he opens his mouth wider and takes me in until his lips meet the fist curled around my base. I grab the edge of the mattress and fight the urge to thrust.

His tongue swirls, tracing the entire circumference, and then he takes me deeper with a moan. His eyelids flutter shut a moment before he opens them again and meets my gaze. The sight of him, mouth stretched wide, my cock half engulfed, the submissive gaze, all have me thrumming. “So fucking pretty,” I whisper. “Such a pretty boy.”

The praise encourages him, and he starts to move, taking me deeper and deeper with each bob of his head while he works the rest of me with his hand. He uses his teeth, letting them graze the studs on the upper and lower sides of my dick, and the sensation is extreme. Different and slightly terrifying, and yet for me, it’s exactly right. He sucks me masterfully, tugging me in his fist while sucking hard with his mouth.

I cradle his face, my hands shaking with the effort to be gentle and not force myself on him, because everything he’s doing is so perfect, too good, and I’m biting my tongue, because every word that wants to come out of my mouth is too goddamn worshipful, and I would mean every syllable.

Am I caught up in the moment? Yes. No question. Is he the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on? Also—no question.

“Don’t make me come. Please,” I whisper.

He whimpers in protest, a line forming between his eyes as he continues exactly what he’s doing, pushing me closer and closer to the point of no return.

“Fuck, Jade, my cock looks so good in you.”

His cheeks darken, and his eye contact falters. He slowly sucks his way off my tip, his teeth grazing every stud on the way up. He draws a deep shaky breath, and I do the same. I tilt his face up, bend down, and take my first taste of his mouth in two days. Too long.

He sighs, his breath rushing into my lungs even as our tongues slide against each other’s. He crawls onto my lap, not breaking the kiss as he continues unbuttoning my shirt. “Fuck, I want you, Ash. I want you so bad.”

I hum in response, pressing back into his mouth.

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