Page 86 of The Influencer

God, that sounds too good. But I just…can’t. I shake my head. “No offense.”

He forces a smile. “None taken. You’re smart. I’m not used to the smart ones.”

I hate it when he says stuff like that. I might be book smart, but he’s savvy as hell, and that’s not nothing. He’s special, and I want to remind him of that, but then he’s fisting our cocks together, and all my words disintegrate into a jumble of meaningless letters in my mind.

“Fuck.” Well, except that one.

“If you stay here, we can do this all the time,” he says, continuing to rock sensually on my lap. “You can bend me over—fuck me rough. You can shower with me, and I’ll kneel for you. You can toss me on any surface you want and stick this big cock in my ass. Doesn’t that sound so good, Asher?”

“So…yeah…so good.”

Goddamn he’s got me hard as a pipe. His balls rub against mine in an erotic glide, and the friction against my piercings is unreal. I slide my hands over his smooth thighs and look up at his half-lidded eyes. The vivid picture of debauchery he’s painting has me so hot—closer than I should be. I stop his stroking with one hand, and with the other, I grab the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He grunts with the sudden movement—the impact of my fervent mouth seeking his—and then he whimpers softly, the sound sending desire surging to my groin. “God, I want you so fucking much,” I groan.

“Want you back.”

I grope his ass, grazing my fingers over his tight, puckered hole. “You gonna ride me, sweet thing?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re gonna fuck that freaky cock?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He kisses me again. Hard.

I get lost in his mouth for a good several minutes while my hands explore his body. His shirt is loose enough that I can feel him up however I want. Pinch and twist his nipples. Make him mewl. Squeeze his hamstrings and slap my cock against his ass cheeks. He just kisses me. Powerfully and desperately at the same time—and I feel the desperation quickening my own heartbeat, adding a sense of urgency as the seconds tick by, the long strokes of his tongue unwinding me one lick at a time.

He finally pulls away, and I draw a shaky breath. He grabs his discarded joggers, digs in the pocket and pulls out two packets of lube and one condom, proving he had more than conversation on his mind when he crossed the hall.

It’s so goddamn good to feel this wanted. I’ve never experienced the high of it before, and I’m so fucking addicted, it scares me some.

With the expertise of a true professional, he slides the condom over my twitching cock and lubes it up. With the second packet, he reaches around and stuffs the cold gel into his own ass. His back arches as he penetrates himself several times, fucking down onto his fingers. “Unh… fuck, I’m ready for you, Ash. Are you ready for me?”

I could not possibly be more ready. “Yes… Fuck, Jade… Show me what you got.”

His answering silence is sly and mischievous. Also hot as hell. He lifts up, strong thighs shaking as I use my hand to aim my dick at his hole. As he lowers down, his slick heat consumes me.

“Oh…God…” I shout. It feels so fucking good.

He rips off his shirt and flings it away, showing me those obscene nipples and pinching them between his fingers until he hisses. I grasp his waist and rut up into him.

I so fucking badly want him to move. I need him. I need that tight channel of an ass to swallow my dick over and over again. I need to taste his sweat and hear his soft sighs, watch his face go from beautiful to agonized.

He strokes his own cock as he lifts and lowers, massaging my shaft with strong clenches of his hole, in no apparent hurry to get either of us off. “You trying to make me lose my mind?” I ask.

He nods, focusing on controlling his movements. “Working?”

“I think you know it is.”

He smirks, and it’s beyond sexy. “Are you talking because you think you’ll come too fast?”

“No. But you were a real fucking tease earlier.”

“I temporarily forgot what day it was. Sorry, not sorry.”

“Sassy little bitch,” I say as he seats himself fully on my dick.

He sighs, eyes fluttering closed. “You like it.”

“I’m fucking hooked,” I admit. I can say that, right? It’s true. We’ve been obnoxiously honest with each other so far. No need to start bullshitting him now.

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