Page 29 of On My Side (Quiblings #3)
He flicks my swollen clit again and truthfully, his moans may be overpowering mine. I keep my promise, letting myself react the way my body needs to and my god, he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
“Can I put a finger in this pretty pussy?” he asks, voice muffled.
I nod eagerly before remembering he’s currently covered by the fabric of my costume.
I arch my back and lift my ass to try to pull the skirt up so I can see him.
But he’s faster, gripping my thighs and pressing me into the bed.
I give up and raise the fabric, uncovering him, and lifting myself on my elbows for a better view. “Yes, please,” I answer.
He lifts his eyes for a moment before pulling away from me. I whimper at the loss of contact, but it’s replaced instantaneously by a moan as he slowly presses a finger into me.
“Christ, Aud. All this for me?” he muses. “Were you always this wet when Sky made you come?” He curves his finger against my G-spot, and I cry out.
“Yes!” He returns his mouth to my cunt, this time taking my clit into his mouth and sucking softly. “God, I’m always wet for you, Ren. Even before I knew it was you.”
He groans, and his eyes meet mine again. He brushes another finger against my opening, and I nod encouragingly. I want more of him, need more of him.
He pushes a second finger into me and I feel so full , so overwhelmed.
It’s so good, so, so good. I want to come for him as much as he wants me to come, and he’s doing everything right.
But after a few minutes, my stomach sinks and my mind wanders. Has Piper texted me? Should I check my phone? Shouldn’t I have come by now? I’m taking too long. What if something happened? What if I can’t come? What if I’ve actually never orgasmed and only thought I orgasmed? What if…
“Where’d you go, sweetheart?” Ren asks softly, pulling away.
Angry tears prick in my eyes, and I blink rapidly to fight them back. Sometimes my meds make it hard to come, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t come. I’ve masturbated to the point of soreness trying to orgasm, and sometimes it still doesn’t happen.
Why does it have to be happening tonight ?
“Hey, hey.” He’s suddenly pushed himself up so he’s sprawled out on his side next to me. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me into him, and that’s when I realize I lost the battle against my tears. “What happened? Did I—”
“No.” It comes out a sob. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my fault. I should have told you.”
He’s rubbing my back in calming circles, kissing the top of my head, my temple. “Told me what?”
“I know I told you I have depression,” I try to say, but I think it comes out as a strangled stream of syllables.
“Oh.” I hear understanding in Ren’s voice, but he doesn’t get it. It’s not only my emotions, but it’s what my goddamned meds do to me. “What med are you on?”
I lift my head in confusion, my eyes meeting his. “Zoloft,” I say quietly. “Since Piper was eight weeks.”
“Oof,” he says simply, brushing a strand of hair from my eyes. “The side effects can be a bitch, huh?”
I feel like he’s lifted a ton of bricks off my body and inhale shakily. “Yeah. And I keep worrying about Piper. I know I’m overreacting but…”
“You said it’s her first party, right?” I want him to be annoyed.
Make up an excuse as to why he has to leave and never hear from him again.
Because him being this kind and understanding is making me soft, and I’ve worked hard for the past decade and a half to put on armor to protect myself.
“It makes sense you’re nervous. Why don’t you text her and I’ll grab you water. Maybe a few pieces of candy?”
Tears continue to fall, but this time for a different reason. He has to be too good to be true. “Then what?” I ask. “Are you going to leave?”
“If you want me to.”
“Do you want to leave?” I ask.
He rests his chin on the top of my head. “No, Audrey,” he says quietly. “I really, really don’t want to leave.”
I shakily wrap my arms around him, inhaling his scent. He smells earthy, like herbs and peppermint tea and safety. “I really, really don’t want you to go, either,” I admit, ignoring the glaring chink in my armor.
He pulls back and cups my face in his hands, brushing away my tears with his thumbs. “Then I’m staying.”
He presses his lips to my forehead and my eyes flutter closed. Everything within me is telling me to toughen up. To not let myself be taken care of by him because the only person I can rely on is myself.
But I’m tired, and he’s strong and kind and maybe he could let me rest and take care of me and Piper and…
He pulls away again and swings his legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll grab you some water. Why don’t you check in with Piper? I think it’ll make you feel better.”
“Then what?” I ask.
“Whatever we want,” he answers with a crooked smile. “I don’t care what we’re doing, Aud. I just want to be with you.”
Before I can reply, he’s gone, closing the bedroom door behind him.
I pick my phone up and breathe a sigh of relief when my screen has no notifications.
Audrey
hey birdie, having fun?
Piper
sooooo much fun!!!! do you know what a four loko is?
Audrey
not. funny.
Piper
you’re right it wasn’t funny
it was HILARIOUS
Audrey
eyeroll emoji
if the party gets busted make sure you can walk in a straight line okay? i’m not bailing you out of jail
Piper
1) rude 2) in all seriousness, i’m having fun. it’s a little loud, so i have my earplugs in, but i think i’m having fun? part of me’s waiting for it to go wrong
it feels too good to be true, like i’m not supposed to be having fun. is that bad?
Audrey:
i think everyone feels like that sometimes. you deserve to have fun and be happy. i’m proud of you for going outside of your comfort zone!
Piper
you do too, you know
Audrey
yeah I think i’m learning that, you little shit
Piper
aggressive for no reason, jeez.
okay i’m gonna go before everyone realizes i’m the loser texting her mommy.
Audrey
i love you, text me when you’re leaving, and call me if you need a ride
Piper
i will
I exhale shakily as Ren slowly reopens the door and pokes his head in the room. The heat that had faded between my thighs reignites.
“Can I come in?” he asks, like his head wasn’t between my thighs a few minutes ago and his mustache isn’t still glistening with my arousal.
I bite my lip and nod. “Yeah.”
He enters the room and closes the door behind him with his hip, hands full with water for us.
He climbs back onto the bed beside me and gives me a glass, which I gratefully take.
“Do you want me to get dressed?” he asks as I drain the glass. Not orgasming is a workout.
“Uh… is it weird if I say I want to try again?” I ask nervously.
“Not weird at all. Is it weird if like… I’m still turned on after this?”
I laugh and shake my head. “Maybe, but it’s certainly my brand of weird.”
He’s my brand of everything.