Page 127 of The Sidekick

“Take your pants off. Only the pants,” he grits out, his lips moving against mine as he speaks.

I hurry to obey as he draws back to watch. His hands go to his pants. The sound of his zipper going down gives me excited chills.

“Spread your legs and let me see you. I want your hands on the sink to hold on. Do not let go,” his voice is strained as he stares at my plain white panties. They’re probably soaked through at this point, and I can’t find it in me to care. My traitor arms move at his command without hesitation as my knees spread wantonly. My fingers clench around the porcelain. I want to cry with the mounting frustration.

“I’ve got you,” he pants, returning his lips to mine in a possessive kiss. I return it with shy strokes of my tongue, gasping breaths, and small sounds I’ve never made before.

His control over me gets tested severely when he draws back, and I look down. His pants are open and riding low on his hips. His boxers have been pushed down to expose his erection. His grip over the flesh looks brutal as he squeezes and strokes slowly. The broad head is wet with precum. I open my mouth to beg him to let me touch, but the words get scattered as his fingers tug at the seam of my underwear.

“I want to rip these off,” he grits out, and I nod desperately. “Not yet. I won’t fuck you here, angel, but you’re definitely going to cum for me.”

Before I can protest, his fingers slip the scrap of fabric to the side, and my eyes roll back when they make contact with soaked flesh.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he grunts, his fingers sliding through the wetness to find my clit and circle it. My back arches as violent tremors rack my spine. The rest of me goes boneless. My shoulders meet the mirror behind me, my only support as everything inside me shifts to make room for whatever he wants from me.

I can only watch, panting as a finger sinks into me, a small whine of relief escaping. The sound turns into a gasping moan as a second finger joins the first, pumping in time with his strokes. He withdraws them to rub the moisture he’s gathered all over his rigid flesh before he brings them back to me. He does it several times until his stroking fist slides easily over his erection.

My mind drifts as pleasure overwhelms everything else, my fingers locked on the sink beneath me as he works us both up in a frenzy. My eyelids flutter closed as I bask in the sensations he’s pulling out of me.

“Stay with me, angel. Eyes up.”

I meet his eyes and take in his flushed cheeks and clenched teeth. I want to stroke his face and ease the strain there, but I can’t make my hands obey me. I lean forward instead and press a soft kiss against his lower lip. “Asher. You feel so good.”

“Sweet angel,” he groans and presses a hard kiss to my lips like he’s rewarding me for my words. “Imagine how much better it will feel when it’s my dick and I fill you up with my cum.”

I clench on his fingers as his words fill my head with the image. “Please? I want that.”

“Not yet. Fuck. I’ve already gone too far.” The words are a frustrated groan as his fingers curl inside me. He stops thrusting to rub over a spot that makes a sharp sound wrench from my throat. The heel of his palm grinds against my clit with the subtler movement, and I clamp down hard, my mouth opening in a soundless scream as an orgasm snaps through me with enough force to strain all of my muscles.

He lets out a strangled moan as his forehead presses against mine, panting breaths bathing my face as I shake. Heat splashes across my thighs, and I feel a sharp stab of disappointment that it isn’t inside me where it belongs.

My eyes slip shut as my mind floats away into that happy place it goes during meditation as my body goes slack. I have the distant thought that I should be uncomfortable before even that slips away.

“Tera,” Asher’s voice calls from somewhere far away. I make a contented sound that vibrates my throat. A warm, wet towel wipes across my legs, and the noise becomes a protest at his actions.

“I want to leave it there too, angel, but you’ll be uncomfortable. We’ve been gone too long,” his words are punctuated by gentle kisses. I feel him working my pants back up my calves. The fabric stops just above my knees before his hand returns to my mound, cupping me possessively after he covers me. It makes me smile.

“Ok,” I sigh out and wiggle to get the feeling back into my numb butt.

He lets out a dark chuckle and says, “Eyes up.”

I pout as my eyes open to meet his. The sexy smile is back in place, and it turns my lips up in response. Neither of us says anything as we take each other in. When he leans back, he presses both hands over mine. I’m still holding onto the sink, even though my fingers are slack.

“Let go,” he whispers, and my arms seem to unlock at the words. His eyes close tightly, cutting me off from whatever he’s thinking abruptly. It makes unease begin to curl around the base of my spine as I frown.

Asher tugs me upright and slides me down his front as his arms encircle me. The hold isn’t tight, but it has the same effect as his hand on my throat. I tilt my head back to kiss the chrysanthemum on his throat, and he makes a pleased sound, grounding me further.

He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head as he pulls away to finish righting my pants. I’ve never had a man dress me before. It makes me giggle. Isn’t he supposed to be taking them off? I feel a little drunk, but I haven’t had any alcohol.

I’m still only half aware when he leads me out of the bathroom, twining our fingers together. He holds my chair out for me at the table, and Damien chokes out a welcome back as he laughs. I don’t even care.

I have a plate of food waiting for me and reach down to grasp Shade’s hand under the table. Asher takes my other hand, and I silently tell myself that I’m worthy of the food that’s in front of me. Both of their grips tighten on mine at the same time, shoring me up for battle. The thought gives me a tiny smile.

Asher leans towards me and presses his lips to my ear as he whispers, “You’ll want to eat a little so your legs don’t wobble when you walk out of here.”

I let out a surprised bark of laughter and sputter, “Limp n-noodle c-class.”

“I’m telling you, that’s what yoga means, guys!” Andi grins at me with her hands clasped under her chin as she watches us.

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