Page 69 of On My Side
“Augh!” I yelp, pulling my hand away from him and shaking it. “Did you justlickme?”
Ren shrugs and takes another giant bite of candy. “Maybe. And stop pretending you didn’t like it, weirdo.”
I sit and pretend I’m not thinking about how desperately I want his tongue pretty much everywhere besides my hand. Hell, maybe in a different context I’d even accept him licking my hand. I’m a desperate harlot at this point.
We watch the movie in silence, and I watch him out of the corner of my eye when Drew Barrymore, ofThe Drew Barrymore Showfame, is brutally murdered.
“Brutal, huh?” I say as the movie logo appears on the screen after Drew’s character’s violent demise.
“What?” Ren says, staring straight at the screen.
“Your favorite talk show host just died, Ren.”
“Oh.” He shakes his head, like he’s trying to shake out whatever’s in his head. “Sorry, I, uh. Wasn’t paying attention.”
I sigh and press pause. “Youinsisted we watch it.”
“I know.”
“And you’re not watching it?”
“I tried… but I kept getting distracted.”
I blink at him, confused. “Distracted bywhat?”
He laughs incredulously. “Oh, I don’t know, Audrey. You’re sitting next to me in your hot-as-hell witch costume with striped stockings, and our legs keep brushing so I have to pretend I’m watching this movie when all I want to do is find out if the stockings are thigh-highs because I’d very much like to take them off with my teeth if they are and—”
“Yes,” I interrupt, face heating.
His fingers rub at the base of his throat, rubbing his chain that tucked under his costume. “Yes, what?”
I take a deep breath and pinch the fabric of the skirt between my forefinger and thumb, slowly pulling it up my thigh to expose more of the stockings. “Yes, they’re thigh highs, and yes, I’d like you to take them off with your teeth.”
He freezes. “Seriously?”
“Depends,” I squeak.
“On what?”
“On if you were serious, too.”
I yelp in surprise when he rotates his torso and grasps my hips in his hands, pulling me on top of him so I’m straddling his lap. I’m not thin, but this man’s ginormous hands almost span the entirety of my hips and it’s incredible.
He pulls me down further on his lap, and I gasp when his rock-hard cock grinds against my aching core.
“I’m serious,” he says, eyes intent on mine.
Neither of us move.
He laughs, and I love laughing with this man in our horny hazes. “Should I prove it again?”
I nod. “Yes, I’m data-driven and I need more physical evidence.”
He thrusts his hips upward, and I groan as his cock grinds into me again. “You can feel it. I know you can, sweetheart. Look at how you’re moaning for me.”
I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life, which is baffling considering this man has made me come in my pants like a teenagerandgave me a hickey when I asked.
Yet I’m somehow even hornier.
