Page 52 of On My Side (Quiblings #3)
I can’t help the shiver wracking through my body at the thought of an audio just for me. Of Ren, not Sky, in my ears while I pleasure myself. Of me pleasuring him while he records an audio that no one but us will hear.
He raises a brow. “Oh, you would like that.”
“Maybe a little,” I admit, cheeks flushing.
“You want me to record something for you like I’m alone?” he asks, his hand wandering from my waist to my ass and squeezing. I squeak and he grins. “Just for us?”
I nod. “I want to make it clear I don’t have an issue with what you do. I’m proud of the work you do, actually. But I also really like that there’s parts of you only I get to see. Like the fact you want to wear a skimpy bikini and…”
He groans and pushes away from me. “It’s my own damn fault, isn’t it?”
“Yep.”
He puts his glasses on before clicking around on his computer and messing with the microphone.
I squeeze my thighs together, desperate for even the tiniest bit of relief from the ache in my center.
“I can see you.” This motherfucker is too smug, smiling at his own reflection on the monitor. Someone needs to take the wind out of his sails.
Oh. I guess that’s me.
I slip my hand between my legs, gasping when my fingers make contact with my clit. Suddenly, he’s not smiling anymore.
“Wait, wait.” Ren frantically clicks around on the computer before meeting my eyes. “It’s recording. Come here.”
I pull my hand away and step toward him. He’s impatient and needy, though, and fists the hem of the shirt and pulls me closer.
“Show me your fingers,” he demands, and like the desperate slut he turns me into, I obey, lifting a hand that is literally dripping with my arousal.
“All that for me, sweetheart?” He palms his cock through his sweatpants, the outline obvious and straining against the fabric.
“There’s something else I’d rather put in my mouth,” I say sweetly, tracing my lips with my own arousal. He lets out the sluttiest little whimper for me.
I love how desperate we are for each other, how absolutely unabashed our attraction and desperation is. I lick my bottom lip, enjoying the fact I’m the one tasting the salty-sweetness of myself when he so obviously wants to. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly lower myself to my hands and knees.
“Move back,” I instruct him, and the speed at which he pushes his armchair backwards is almost comical. I crawl beneath the desk, making sure to move slowly enough he’s tortured by the sight of my bare ass and cunt.
It works, and he reacts with a choking, unintelligible noise that makes my nipples harden.
As much as I love him taking charge and taking care of me, I love making him desperate and pathetic just as much.
I adjust myself and sit on my heels, eye level with his straining length.
There’s a wet spot on his sweatpants, and I’m delighted by it.
I trace the outline of his cock with my fingertip.
He swears and jerks in his chair, and more pre-cum smears on the fabric.
“Audrey, please ,” he begs.
Like I said. I love when he’s pathetic.
He moves one hand from the arm of the chair and reaches into the front of his sweatpants to pull out his cock, but I stop him. “Don’t touch,” I instruct, wrapping my hand around his wrist and moving it back to where it was. “Just watch.”
He moans, throaty and deep. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
I smirk and lean forward, licking along the length of his bulge.
I can tell he wants to touch me, to pull his cock out and fuck himself, but he doesn’t.
“Look at you, keeping your hands to yourself,” I say, pulling the front of his sweatpants down until his cock springs out.
“You’re such a good boy when you’re losing your mind over me. ”
He starts to say something, but it turns into a loud cry when I spit on his cock, wrap my lips around the head and suck the way I know he likes.
“Come on, pretty boy,” I say as I pull away, a string of spit between my mouth and his cock.
“Tell me how good it is. You’re excellent at giving the people what they want. ”
“I… fuck,” he stammers as I take him in my mouth again.
“It’s so good, Audrey. It feels so good.
” I moan around him, bobbing my head and taking him as deep as I can.
I guess I’m doing a good job, because after that, he only moans and whimpers for a few minutes, until his hips start thrusting to meet my movements.
I stop and pull away and he swears. I crawl out from under the desk as he pants heavily in his chair. I straddle his lap, cup his head in my hands, and kiss him as hard as I can.
“Come on, baby,” I murmur, grinding my soaking cunt against him. “I need your cock.”
His hands are clumsy when he grasps himself with one hand and my hip with the other.
I love the way he touches the parts of my body I don’t always love.
The way it feels for his fingers to dig into the dimples and stretch marks and softness of my body.
The way it feels like not only can he handle all of me, but he delights in it.
Ren notches the head of his cock at my entrance, and I slowly sink down until I’m taking all of him.
He buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply like he wants to commit the smell of our sex to memory.
His hands roam my back, hips, and thighs, and I cover them, trying to restrain them behind his back.
I’m inspired by an audio Sky did earlier this year, but unfortunately, it’s a much more difficult task than I expected.
The brown leather belt he keeps with the rest of his props catches my eye, and I lean back to grab it.
When I make eye contact with him, his eyes are wide and glistening with excitement.
He gently squeezes my hips before putting his hands behind his back, like he can read my mind.
I reach around him, looping the belt around his wrists to secure them between his back and the chair.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask, slipping my index finger between the belt and his hand.
He wraps his hand around my finger and squeezes gently. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
I nod and move my hips in a circle, testing the waters. The water is just fine apparently, because Ren’s eyes flutter closed when I clench around him. “ Fuck . You feel so good, sweetheart.”
I slowly lift my hips up until only the head of his cock is still inside me.
“ Audrey ,” he whimpers. “Please, sweetheart. Please.”
“Please what?” I tease. “Please stop? Please get me some water? Please untie my hands? Please what , Lorenzo?”
“Please ride my cock, hard. I need you. I need this pussy. Use me to make yourself come.” God, I almost come right then from the pure need in his voice. “Please…”
I drop my hips, enveloping him once more. Our mutual moans of pleasure make a beautiful duet, and I do exactly what he begged me to do. I ride him, hard.
I loosen my arms around his neck and lean back, snaking one hand down my breasts and belly until I find my clit, swollen and sensitive and aching.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants. “Touch your clit. Please, I need you to come again.”
He sucks at my neck as I frantically rub my clit, internally begging my body to let me have this, let me have what he’s giving me.
“Please, please, please.” It takes me a minute to realize I’m the one chanting this time, that I’m begging my body to work the way I so want it to.
It’s fast and unexpected when my orgasm comes, like a single firework exploding in the sky instead of steady, continuous explosions. I cry out his name, slumping against his chest as I clench around him, triggering his own orgasm.
For a few moments, the only sounds are our heavy breaths and the heartbeat I can clearly hear with the side of my face pressed against his chest.
“Sweetheart? I don’t want to interrupt but I need you to free my hands.
I really, really need to hold you right now.
” Ren’s voice is pained, like it’s causing him physical harm not to have his hands on me.
Considering what he told me about his need for aftercare our first night, that very well may be the case.
“Oh!” I exclaim. “Right. Yes.” I reach around him and unfasten the belt. He pulls his hands free quickly, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me to him. Like he’s a plant and I’m the sun keeping him alive. I kiss the top of his head.
“I love you,” he breathes, words slurred, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the fact his face is buried in my neck or because of his hazy afterglow.
“I love you too, pretty boy.” My voice is teasing, but I know he feels how true it is, too.