Page 33 of On My Side (Quiblings #3)

Ren

Playlist: Like Gold | Vance Joy

I’ve never seen a sight quite as breathtaking as Audrey in her post-orgasm glow.

I shifted us so she has her head resting on my bare chest, alternating between combing her fingers through my chest hair, and toying with my St. Anthony medal.

It’s quiet, but a comfortable silence. A satisfied silence.

She’s peaceful, and I can tell her mind is still.

She traces the tattoos on my chest with her fingertip, following the lines and patterns of the designs.

For the most part, I keep my tattoos hidden, and Millie’s the only member of my family who knows.

They’re a physical representation of the parts of me I try to keep my family from seeing.

The less-than-happy, less-than-perfect parts. The me parts.

Audrey likes them, or at least touching them, and I like who I am with her.

It’s like I’m finally able to relax and not act like who people expect me to be.

Not Sky, the audio erotica performer, not Ren, the perfect eldest son who never disappoints his family—just me.

The imperfect man who’s realizing all he ever really wanted was to be seen.

Audrey’s hand wanders lower, and my breath catches.

“Can I touch you?” she asks quietly. “I want to make you come, too.”

I have never wanted anything in my life the way I want her to touch me.

I cover her hand with mine and guide it until it’s cupping my straining cock through my jeans. We both moan, and I bury my face in her sweet-smelling hair.

“I’m not gonna lie to you,” I wheeze. “If you want to touch me, you’re going to have to do it quickly, because I have about a millisecond before I come in my pants again.”

She hums thoughtfully, and gently squeezes my cock through my jeans. “What if I liked it when you came in your pants?”

“ Woman ,” I hope the word comes across as a warning, and not like a plea.

She giggles and turns to press a quick kiss to my forehead. “My needy boy.”

It was a valiant attempt.

I unbutton my jeans and undo the fly, her hand slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans and boxers. My back arches off the bed at a concerning angle when she wraps her hand around my cock. “ Aud ,” I groan.

“Take off your pants.”

Fuck fuck fuck. I love bossy Audrey.

No, wait. I like her. Wait, no I—

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck ?

Do I fucking love her?

Personally, I feel like it’s not the most romantic thing in the world to realize you love someone when they’re giving you a handjob for the first time, so I tuck it away to process later. Maybe I can overshare with Will, he loves that shit.

I lift my ass off the mattress and we shimmy my jeans and underwear off, my straining cock bouncing to attention.

“ Fuck ,” she and I breathe simultaneously.

“You’re so big,” she says, voice full of wonder, and I feel my ego grow three sizes.

She uses a single finger to trace over the head, smearing the pre-cum that’s collected there, and gently pulling down the foreskin.

I fist the sheets in my hand and try not to pass out when she makes eye contact with me, bringing her finger to her mouth and sucking it between her lips.

This is it. This is how I die—naked in Audrey’s bed, while she touches me and tastes my pre-cum.

I’m a lucky bastard.

On her knees beside me on the mattress, she wraps her hand around my cock, her eyes intent on her movements.

“How do you like it?” she asks softly.

“Wetter,” I tell her honestly.

“Then spit on it.”

My cock twitches in her hand and she grins. “You like when I tell you what to do?”

“Apparently,” I wheeze.

“I think I like telling you want to do. But I also like it when you tell me what to do.”

“Great. I’m gonna spit on my cock,” I stammer helplessly. I’m strung so fucking tight I feel like I’m going to snap any minute.

I push myself onto my elbows and do what she told me, watching as the string of my saliva drips onto my shaft.

“Such a good boy,” she praises, and my cock throbs yet again . Her strokes are firm and methodical, periodically tracing her thumb over the head.

“Twist… twist your hand when you get to the head,” I tell her. She obliges and I curse, my head falling back against the pillows. “God, sweetheart. You feel so good.”

Her breath is heavy, eyes intent on her movements, and thighs rubbing restlessly together.

“Can I touch you?” I’m not ashamed that it sounds like I’m pleading.

I open my eyes, surprised when she’s already staring at me. “Please,” she whispers, and it does something to my heart that she’s as needy and desperate for me as I am for her. It feels good not to be alone in this.

“Do you want me to use your toy?” I ask.

She shakes her head, slowing her movements. Thank god. I wouldn’t be able to continue a coherent conversation if she kept doing that. “Too sensitive,” she responds.

I slip my hand beneath her skirt and nudge her thighs apart as she begins to pump me again.

We both moan when I find her cunt, still swollen and wet.

When I press my fingers into her, they slide in with barely any resistance.

I curl them to massage her G-spot, and her hand tightens around me.

She twists her body, leaning down to kiss me.

She cries out when I gently flick my thumb over her clit.

“Keep doing that,” she gasps against my mouth. “Please.”

For a few minutes, the only sounds are our labored breaths, heavy and wanting. Until she speaks again.

“I want you in my mouth.”

I sputter, face turning red. “I… you don’t have to.”

“I didn’t say I have to. I said I want to,” she clarifies matter-of-factly.

I whimper, pathetic and so far gone. “That’s fine, but only if you want… fuck .”

I don’t get to finish my sentence, because at the speed of light, Audrey shifts so she’s leaning over me, and taking me into her perfect mouth. I put my hand into her hair, gently fisting at the root. She moans around me and the vibration makes my legs tremble.

“Christ, sweetheart,” I gasp. Her eyes meet mine, wide and sparkling. “You love this, don’t you?” She nods eagerly in response, eyes watery as she takes me deeper. “God, you’re so beautiful like this. My cock in your mouth and my fingers in your pretty, pink pussy.”

Her eyes flutter closed with a moan. I curl fingers in her cunt, and she pulses around me. She hums again, and both our movements become more frantic as our pleasure heightens.

I pull her hair close to the scalp, trying to guide her off me. “Audrey,” I choke out. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna come.”

She wordlessly responds by opening her eyes and meeting mine, arching a single brow and I know she’s taking the challenge I unintentionally gave her.

Audrey with my cock in her mouth, her eyes wild with her own pleasure and determination… might be the single hottest view I’ve ever had in my twenty-six years of life.

As I topple over the edge, I feel her pussy clench around me, a muffled cry as my cum fills her mouth. Her throat bobs as she swallows, but still some dribbles out of her mouth and onto my stomach.

Eyes still on mine, Audrey lifts a trembling hand to her face to wipe the corner of her mouth. I beat her to it, clasping her chin in the hand that had just been inside her, careful not to smear her own arousal on her face. “Let me?” I ask.

She nods in agreement, and I swipe at her mouth with my thumb. She lets out a guttural moan when I slip my thumb into my mouth. I keep my eyes on her as I replace it with my two middle fingers savoring her sweet, musky taste.

I pull her on top of me so she’s straddling my lap.

I bring her face to mine, capturing her mouth and slipping my tongue between her lips.

She moans into me, and I wonder if it’s because she can taste us together, and the idea of us together in any way possible turns her on as much as it turns me on.

“Stop being so hot,” she murmurs against me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

I smirk and pull away. “No, you.”

She throws her head back in laughter, and I take the opportunity to nip at her exposed throat, which quickly transforms her laughter to another moan.

“I don’t want to go,” I admit, soothing the bite with my lips. “I want to stay with you.”

Audrey stiffens in my arms. “You can’t. Piper can’t see you.”

I swallow the lump in my throat that grew from the instant rejection. “I know.”

Tell me you want me to stay, even if I can’t. Tell me you feel this and you want it, too. Tell me you want to fight for whatever the hell this is because I think this is the shit men go to war for.

She’s silent, and my heart constricts with disappointment. I clear my throat and pull away. “I’ll head out.”

Audrey watches from the bed as I find my discarded clothes and pull them back on.

I spiral from the quickness in which Audrey rejected my desire for intimacy, how quickly she made it clear that at the end of the day, I’ll always be a dirty little secret to her.

I thought I was more to her than the voice who got her off, but it turns out I’m nothing but a physical manifestation of Sky.

“I’ll walk you out,” she says quietly, climbing off the bed.

I shake my head. “That’s not necessary.”

“I need to lock the door behind you.” I feel like someone punched me in the face, but nod curtly.

We’re silent when we head out the door, and once I’m outside, I expect to hear the click of the closing door behind me, but instead Audrey encircles my wrist with her hand. “Ren,” she says quietly. “I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

I want to tell her it’s fine so I don’t hurt her feelings, but I’ve spent my entire life being dishonest to fit how I want people to see me. I thought being honest with her meant that she wanted the truth from me, but I guess it just means she knows how to hit me so it hurts.

“Yeah,” I admit, staring at the grain of the wooden porch. “You did.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeats.

I pull my arm away. “I think I need space,” I admit. I think ripping my heart out and feeding it to Leia would be less painful than this.

“Okay,” she says quietly. “That’s… okay. What should I tell Piper?”

“Nothing. I told you nothing would change with me as her teacher if things changed between us, and I meant it. I’ll see her on Saturday. I need space from this .”

Her sharp inhalation of breath is like a stab in the heart. “Okay. Um, have a good night, Ren.”

I’m still staring at the ground when she finally closes the door.