Page 71 of On My Side
Chapter 24
Audrey
Playlist: Teenage Dream - Acoustic | Bailey Rushlow
Sky’s Sluts
LadyRebel93: so who else is asking their hubby to pick up a mask on their way home from work cuz god DAMN.
AshBash69:my husband said no, so catch me listening to sky fucking my brains out in a mask while he sleeps on the couch.
LadyRebel93:fair enough.
LadyRebel93:i shouldn’t be surprised i’m into it. i'm into everything sky does.
SkysMainSlut:god it was so fucking good. i listened to it twice before getting ready for work.
AshBash69:can you imagine ACTUALLY being fucked by him? like this man has the biggest dick energy ever
SkysMainSlut:it literally makes me nauseous to think about him having sex with someone else.
LadyRebel93:have you heard of parasocial relationships
AshBash69:i mean considering i listened to his audio the day my kid was conceived, he’s pretty much my baby daddy.
AshBash69:but to be real, if anyone is actually fucking him, i hope she knows i fucking hate her.
Ren and I crash through my bedroom door and I blindly slap at the wall in search of the light switch. I take too long because then I’m on my back staring up at Ren, who’s barely visible in the dark as he hovers over me.
“Don’t. Move,” he breathes. “I’ll be right back.”
Suddenly he’s gone, and I miss sharing space with him so much my chest aches. He’s back in less than a minute, flipping the light switch on. “Light on?” he confirms.
I sit and shake my head, reaching to my nightstand to turn on the bedside lamp.
He sighs heavily, turning the big light off before his hands move to the brown, leather-looking belt around his middle. “I thought I told you not to move.”
My tongue darts out between my lips. “Sorry,” I say breathily. God, I didn’t know I couldsoundbreathy.
He climbs onto my bed, sitting on his knees in front of me as he drops his belt to the side of the bed.
I try not to laugh at the fact I’m about to have my world rocked by a man currently dressed as a Star Wars character, and fail.
“What’s so funny?” Ren asks.
“You’re such a nerd,” I giggle.
My laughter is short lived however, because he reaches forwards and grabs my thighs, spreading my legs as he pulls me to him. I fall on my back with a gasp.
“You know, nerds get overlooked,” he says, like he’s not currently situated between my thighs with my legs draped over his arms. “We make the best lovers—we’re good with our hands…” he squeezes my outer thighs and I squirm. “Passionate…” he dips his head and takes my thigh-high between his teeth. He snaps it against me and I cry out as the burn radiates to my center.
I think I like it? That’s new.
He leans over me again, and I feel like he’s bending me in half. I’m learning so much about myself in so little time. Apparently, I’m flexible enough to be folded in half. I grasp his shoulders. “And?” I breathe as he lowers his mouth to my ear.
“I’m sure there’s more, but now I’m intent on getting you to make that sound again,” he breathes into my ear. “Can I try to get it from you?”
“Please,” I gasp, needing to clench my thighs, but unable to because this man is currently mistaking me for a paper crane.
