Page 175 of The Influencer

I sense Asher approaching before I feel him pressing into my back, holding my hips to his. His cock is hard, and mine responds accordingly.

“You know what that glory hole story made me think of?” he asks, nudging my hair aside with his nose to kiss my neck.

“Besides incest?”

“Gang bangs.”

“Oh?”

He palms my crotch, rubbing a hand up and down my rapidly filling length. “You, on your stomach, blindfolded, different men, taking turns…using you…”

I shiver, closing my eyes at the obscene imagery. “And what are you doing while I’m being used like that?”

“I’m waiting my turn. And when I get to you, finally, and I’m so hard I could knock you out with my cock, I go in slow, one ring, one stud at a time. And you fucking know it’s me…”

“I’d always know it’s you. Even without the studs.”

“How?” he whispers softly.

I grin. “Because we spark.” Because it’s always been different with him.

“Is that right?”

“Also, you dig your nails into my hipbones in a very particular way.”

“Do I?”

He’s doing it right now as he grinds his cock slowly against my ass.

“And you’d say, ‘Is this okay?’”

He laughs quietly, turning me to face him. “I got you something,” he says, reaching into his pocket while both our erections remain in play. He pulls out a small box, and my jaw drops. “Ash, no…”

“Oh fuck, open it first. Try not to lose your mind.”

My hands shake as I reach for it. “I’m freaking out.”

“Don’t.”

I can’t help it. I’m fumbling so bad I have to shove the box back at him to make him open it for me. When he does, I get an adrenaline crash so hard, I almost collapse. It’s a septum ring.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I say.

“Scared you? Really?”

“Yes, I mean, I wasn’t dressed for a proposal. My hair’s a mess, I smell like the dog?—”

“Look at it Jade,” he says.

“It’s beautiful. Is that a diamond?”

In the center of the delicate filigree is one very tiny clear gem. I pluck it out of the box to look at it closer. And then, when I try to return my gaze to Asher’s and thank him, he’s down on a knee.

“Oh my God!” I shout.

“Didn’t see this coming, did you?”

I cover my burning cheeks with my hands. “No! You tricked me!”

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