Page 30 of The Influencer

After tossing my phone onto the bed I made when I woke this morning, I take off the harness, my shirt, and get to work unbuckling my belt. I’ve already packed all my lights, so this video won’t be ideal, but hopefully I can do something in the editing process to make it look good. I’ll need to be careful about shadows.

“Nipples, huh?” I ask, trying to make conversation.

“Just take your fucking pants off.”

Chills race up my arms at the demand in his tone. He’s determined to go through with this, I’ll give him that.

I shuck my khakis and peel off my tight briefs. The semi I’m sporting is no longer a secret. “Figures,” Asher grunts.

“What?”

“Your dick is pretty, too.”

“What’d you expect?” I ask with a nervous laugh. “It brings in over 10k a month.”

“What if I can’t make you come?”

Aw. How sweet. I give him a look that’s probably pretty patronizing. “Why don’t you let me worry about that.”

His jaw ticks again. “Fine.”

Without further ado, I fling myself onto the bed, grab my phone, and lie on my back. While Asher decides whether to go through with this or not, I find the best angle for the shot I’m trying to capture. My arm needs to be at an awkward angle, but it’s not like this is my first time filming myself jerk off. I’m used to it.

“Where do you want me?” he asks.

I pat the spot on the bed beside me. “If you want to stay off camera, I’d suggest here.”

Neither of us speaks for the next several seconds. Asher kicks off his shoes and arranges himself next to me on his side. But he wastes no time whatsoever before resting a proprietary hand on my abs. I go ahead and hit record, just in case this starts sooner than I expect.

But Asher never fails to disappoint. He starts talking instead as he stares hard at my right nipple, the one closest to him. “They were puffier the other day.”

“Which other day?” I ask, bending a knee and wrapping a hand around my cock.

“When you were sick.”

Right. That time he caught me shirtless with tissues stuck up my nostrils. “I clamp them sometimes. A lot of the time, actually. Haven’t gotten around to it today. Have you changed your mind?”

“No. Pretty sure I can puff ‘em up again.”

My dick throbs and stiffens in my hand, demanding a firm stroke. “Would you grab the lube?” I ask. “It’s on the stand right behind you.”

He drags his gaze from my chest, turns and retrieves the lube. I take it from him, squirting some directly onto my erection before tossing it aside. Better.

My lungs stiffen as he leans his head in, his parted lips coming ever closer to my pebbled nipple. I bite back a hiss as he licks a stripe over it with his hot tongue.

Damn.

Okay. That felt good. My body likes it. A flush warms my chest as he closes his lips softly around the dark pink peak. A quiet moan rumbles through him. “Mmm…fuck yeah.”

Jesus.

I check the camera angle again as I slide my now trembling hand up and down my growing dick. Meanwhile, Asher’s hand moves from my abs to my other nipple, which he pinches and twists. At the same time, the one in his mouth gets sucked in deep.

I can’t hold in my groan of pleasure. It feels almost too fucking good. His mustache and beard build a harsh friction burn as he proceeds to make out with my areola. Squeezing my other pec in his fist, he softly brushes his thumb across the stiffened nub beneath his palm. My hand moves faster, chasing something.

I can’t help but be turned on by how into this he is. He’s full-on making out with my chest, holding nothing back as far as I can tell. His grunts and sucks are noisy, and his tongue is so wet… It makes it hard to focus on keeping my phone held up and pointed in the right direction.

I also find myself fighting the urge to drop the camera altogether and shove my hand into his hair to hold him in place. Instead, I writhe, fucking into my tightening fist and letting a few well-timed whimpers escape my throat.

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