Page 82 of Pick Me

“You lost me at microinfluencer.”

“In short, people like to watch me play games. For some reason, they particularly like to watch me when I’m wearing my jersey or am shirtless.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh my goodness. Is this where you’re going to tell me you’ve been jacking off online and selling it?”

“No. Don’t need to.”

My lip curled. I was in complete and utter shock over everything he’d said. Influencer? Jackson? Creating gaming porn for the masses. His face was painfully symmetrical, and he could be a model if he was so inclined, but wow. I didn’t realize he’d have such an audience.

“How come I didn’t know about this before?”

“Because you and I have never talked, Pyro.”

He had a point. When we were around each other, we yelled. I knew nothing about him except that he riled me to no end and had the biggest cock I’d ever seen.

“Well, then, let’s get to know each other.”

I made my way back to the bed and straddled him. He hissed when I sat on his cock, coating him with my arousal. With no fabric between us, it was carnal and raw, and I felt every ounce of that control in my body.

A shiver of pleasure spiked through me as I rode his cock. His eyes were focused on our connection, his face flustered, and his lips pinched. I could tell he was doing everything possible to stop himself from talking or making a mistake.

“Does it feel good?” I asked, knowing I was close to coming.

“It feels amazing,” he gritted out, his hips desperately trying to move faster, but I was in control. “I love watching you ride me, Pyro. If I wasn’t tied up right now, I’d take your tits in my mouth again. They tasted so sweet.”

I threw my head back, holding on to Jackson’s abs as I rode him. Right there. I was so, so close.

“Then, I’d fill you with my cock and watch your face as your tight little pussy took every inch of it.”

Shit. Why did his words have such an effect on me?

My body seized, and I couldn’t stop the rush of pleasure washing over me. I cried out, riding out my orgasm on his cock and letting out a satisfied moan at the end.

“That was the best thing I’ve ever seen,” Jackson said when I opened my eyes. His face was full of awe, his eyes glazed, and he hadn’t come yet. At least, I didn’t think he had.

I looked down, my breath hitching at the sight of his stomach streaked with his release. A pout tugged at my bottom lip—I wanted that.

“Sorry,” he murmured, voice rough with lingering pleasure, but I had a better idea.

“Don’t be.” A wicked smile curved my lips as I slid down his body, my tongue darting out to clean every drop, savoring the salty taste of him. His muscles tensed beneath me, a sharp inhale giving away just how much he liked it.

When I was done, I reached up and untied him. The second his wrists were free, Jackson hauled me against him. His warmth wrapped around me as he tucked me into his side, one strong hand resting possessively over my shoulder.

For the first time in my life, outside of my family, I felt… wanted. Needed.

I pressed my palm to his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat as we lay in the haze of satisfaction.

Then his voice came, low and almost vulnerable. “When I was a kid, no one wanted to be my friend.”

I tilted my head up, searching his face, waiting for more.

He gave me a sheepish grin before pressing his fingers into my shoulder. “We didn’t have a lot growing up. I was also weird.”

“Shocker,” I teased, dragging my nails lightly across his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips.

His lips quirked, and his eyes stayed trained on me. “I liked to play video games and kept to myself. The only reason people talked to me was because I was unnaturally tall for my age. They wanted me to buy them beer, and I did… until I got caught. Then they all pretended they didn’t know me, said I was acting on my own.”

I traced slow, lazy circles on his skin. “I’m sorry.”

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