Page 62 of The Influencer

“And now you’re not.”

His grip on my wrist loosens, and I go back to stroking him in the tight confines of his underwear until he’s hard.

“What are you going to do to me?” he asks, his ass now rocking back against my crotch.

“Hadn’t thought that far ahead,” I admit.

“I can’t get used to this,” he whispers, and I don’t think he meant to say that out loud. I’m not even sure he knows he did because his next words sound more like him. “There’s an upcharge for feeling me up in my sleep.”

“I’m not the one paying tonight. You’re practically begging for it, you know? With your ass all snuggled up on my dick. So, what were you planning to do for me?”

“You can’t spend the night,” he says, even as his dick leaks precum over my hand.

I’m quiet for a few more firm tugs on his dick, and then I let go. A noise that sounds like a sob rocks his body against mine. “You’re right. I should get going.”

“Wait.” He tightens his grip again. “Don’t.”

“It’s gonna cost you…”

“What?” he asks. “Name your price.”

My judgement falters in the wake of his plea. Leaving is the right thing to do. I can’t spend the night here, but the other problem is I can’t say no to him either. When I have him like this, he feels like he belongs to me. Like I found him and he’s mine, and that’s all there is to it. Close the book. We’re done.

But he’s in no way mine, and whether I like it or not, it’s the reality, and that’s exactly how it should be. No matter how fond I am of this man, or how soul-wrenchingly badly I want him, he’s not on the market to belong to anyone. And I still have a fucking girlfriend. What am I doing here?

To ground myself in the real world, I ask him again, “Tell me about this couple you have coming over tomorrow night.”

“Chase and Javier? Um… they’ve been together about a year…”

“And they fuck people outside their relationship?”

“Only together, I think.”

“How well do you know them?” I ask.

“I met them online. They have an OnlyFans. Some mutuals connected us.”

“Is that how you meet most of your collaborators?”

“I guess,” he says quietly. “It uh… builds more buzz when two content creators hook up.”

“And what about three?” I ask, trying to keep my voice inflectionless.

“Double the pleasure?” he says.

“So, what’s your role gonna be between the two of them? Do you plan it out in advance?”

He lets go of my wrist, then squirms around, eventually flipping over to face me. Our chests touch and our mouths are perfectly aligned. With no thought, only instinct and reflex, I wrap my thigh over his legs to keep him locked against me. Otherwise, he might roll off the couch, right?

“Do you really want to know?”

“It’ll be on your channel for anyone to see. What makes you think I won’t find out eventually?”

His cheeks darken, an uncontrollable tell of his. “We do talk about it in advance. Text about it anyway.”

“So, you’ve never met them?” I assume.

“Not in person.”

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