Page 125 of On My Side
“What if you recorded something just for the person you want to be aroused with?” I say carefully.
He frowns. “You mean… you?”
I bite my lip to hold in a giggle. “Yes. Me.”
He licks his lower lip, and I have to mentally hold myself back from leaning forward and nipping at his tongue. “Would you like that?”
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, youwouldlike 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’mdelightedby 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. Ilovewhen 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.”
