Page 170 of The Influencer

Jade is exactly where I left him when I got up to get the lube. After setting the jar on the coffee table, I tackle him until his back hits the cushions and smother his mouth with mine. His lips part eagerly, offering me a wide-open entrance, and I cram into it, more desperate for him than I’ve ever been. It was a lot what we just shared, from my telling him I’m in love with him to his confession about the violent assault he suffered when he was still a child.

But he belongs to me now. Body, mind, and soul. He’s given me that, and I swear to God, I will never do anything to make him sorry he did. His kiss matches mine in depth and intensity, like we haven’t seen each other in months, when it’s been less than a day.

“Do you kiss anyone else like this?” I ask, the first major pang of possessiveness stirring inside. I guess maybe it’s different between two people once the big three words are out there.

“No, never in my whole life,” he pants, bringing my mouth back to his with a firm pull on my nape. His kiss is even greedier this time, like he’s got something to prove, and my cock responds like it has a few things it wants to prove itself.

Needing more room to explore him the way I have to, I start tossing cushions and pillows off the back of the couch. With those out of the way, I sit up, straddling him and take off my shirt before removing his. His nipples shout for attention. Too flat. Too unbitten. Using my fingers, I pinch them until they’re hard, and his neck is arching. Sharp cries of pleasure erupt from him, and I love every single one. He’s a work of art. I know it. He knows it, and hundreds of thousands of his fans know it, too, but I’m the one he chose—the one he loves. And I’m the one who loves all the parts of him no one else has ever seen. The privilege is all mine, and it’s one thing I will never, ever have to share.

“These are still off limits,” I say, my inner animal taking over as I give each of his nipples a rough twist. “You can show them off as much as you want, but they’re all mine. No one touches them, no one kisses them—Asher only. Got it?”

“Yes, fuck…yes.”

“Good.” I bend to kiss them, sucking each into my mouth softly at first, but then ramping up the pressure until he’s humping up against my crotch, his erection hard enough to feel through both pairs of our pants. “Who’s my sweet, slutty thing?”

“I am… I am…”

“And who’s my little bitch?”

“Mmph…me.”

“Fuck yeah, you are.” I sit up again and undo my pants, reaching in to pull out my rigid dick. My Prince Albert is already coated in precum, and I spread it around with a soft touch as Jade watches.

“That’s mine,” he whispers. “All mine.”

I play with it for him, showing it off, letting my fingers dance across all the hard flesh and metal.

“You’d get like a million subscribers in a day just by doing that for five minutes, Ash.”

“I like my one subscriber just fine. Very happy with him right now.”

Jade smirks. “It shows.”

“Hungry?” I ask.

“Starving. Feed it to me.”

I rise to kneeling, leaning forward as we both reposition. Bracing one hand on the arm of the couch behind his head, I guide my tip to his lips. He licks out at the steady pulses of arousal leaking from it. A shudder takes me hard, and I shove my cock into his mouth. He takes over from there, grabbing me by the hips and sucking me to the back of his throat until he chokes and coughs. He pulls off to take a gasping breath and then gives it another try. This time, it takes.

I shut my eyes as his hot, wet mouth works my length both with practiced expertise and also with the greed of a desperate lover. Groaning from the perfect torture of his mouth and throat, I thank God for him. I know I told Jade to wait until tomorrow to give me an answer about staying, and I know what I’m asking of him is beyond unreasonable, but I also know that no matter what he decides, I’ll be his in a day—a month—a year. I don’t just fall, I fall hard.

I used to smoke weed all day to make my emotions feel less intense because everything was all too much sometimes. Life was too vivid and overwhelming to take in. Words people said to me meant too much, affected me too deeply, and I needed something to blunt it all.

When I quit—when Olivia came into my life—I numbed myself in other ways—through my art, hours of jerking off to porn, going dizzy from hunger, pushing myself to muscle failure at the gym, and it was all because love, or the lack of it, was so fucking brutal.

This morning, when Jade called me, hurting so badly, I felt every bit of his pain like knife wounds to the chest. I’d left him, and he hadn’t deserved to be left. I’d withheld from him things he deserved to know—things he needed—because I was so afraid losing him would be too much.

And that’s when I decided we sure as shit would figure things out. I understand him, and he gets me. And I want him with a pulse-pounding ferocity I can’t even begin to process on an intellectual level. It’s just raw, unfiltered passion, nearly suffocating in its intensity, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. And I don’t want it with anyone else.

As he sucks and swallows me deeper into his throat, and I groan with how good it feels to be inside him, I know with certainty that I never would have stopped wanting him after that first taste he gave me. If he’d refused to see me again, I still would have compared everyone who came after him to Jade Sloane. And no one else could check all the boxes Jade does for me.

So close… I shiver again, my thighs quivering. “Enough,” I pant, pulling my cock from his mouth, his saliva still clinging to it and connecting it to his wet lips in a long, glistening strand. “Take off your pants,” I say as I put my brain and hand to work, doing everything I can to meet the edge and not tumble over it.

He shimmies beneath me until, when I look down, he’s bare from head to toe, his clothes in a pile on the floor. I get up, admiring the view, and because he likes to be admired, he makes it good for me while I strip down to nothing and generously lube my thoroughly edged cock.

His pretty dick is blushing hot pink for me, milky thighs parted slightly as he runs a hand slowly up and down his chiseled abs. His green eyes are heavy-lidded and hot as fuck as he stares lasciviously up at me. “You look a lot like you need to get fucked,” I note.

He rolls his hips in response. “Mm… fuck yeah, I do. I need it so bad.”

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