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He holds me while I fall apart, hips jerking and voice hoarse from my moans.
I shakily turn the toy off and drop it next to me on the mattress. I use that same hand to bury my fingers in Ren’s hair, pulling his face to mine to kiss him long and slow. He feels so right next to me like this… I wonder if he feels the same way.
“Fuck, Audrey,” he says after pulling away. He kisses the tip of my nose. “You’re radiant.”
I feel radiant. Like the sun slowly coming out from behind the clouds, or a piece of long awaited art on display for the first time.
I feel treasured.
Chapter 27
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.
