Page 168 of The Sidekick

“Sit here,” he pats the spot between the thighs he has spread wide enough to make room for me.

I automatically follow his demand and try to relax back into his chest. It should be awkward, but it suddenly feels like we’ve been together forever. It all feels natural. Like déjà vu in the best way possible. Which is weird because I was just having a meltdown a second ago. This guy is magic.

We debate options to watch as he eats his sandwich. I focus only on the TV as my stomach clenches in hunger. Maybe it will be easier to eat if he’s watching something instead of talking to me.

As soon as the movie starts, I begin finding it harder to relax as my eyes drop to the plate only to jerk back to the screen again. His is empty. I feel like a failure as I take that in. I should be done with my food too. We should be snuggling right now, not waiting for a panic attack to pop up. I’m so tense my muscles are starting to ache.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers gently from behind me.

“So much for picking a movie to watch,” I try to joke through my anxiety.

Before he can say anything, I force my shoulders to relax into his chest again, relieved that I don’t have to focus on anything and can just be. When my eyes shut, my attention falls to his body behind mine. His warmth and the lean strength of him. The steady beat of his heart, the calm breaths that lift me a little before settling back down.

“Put your hands on my knees and leave them there.”

A languid heat starts building inside me as I place my palms over his knees. The last time he had me put my hands somewhere I had the best orgasm of my life. I’ll put them wherever he darn well wants with a smile if that’s my reward.

He angles his face until his lips brush against my ear. “That’s good.”

Goosebumps race down my arms and I sigh, completely relaxed at the praise. I’m ok.

That relaxation starts pleasurably sliding away when he flicks a tongue over my earlobe and tugs it gently with his teeth. My breath hitches as a finger slowly traces my lower lip.

“Open.”

My lips part. A strawberry slips between them to settle on my tongue. I tense a little, the tart taste of it startling me. His mouth drags down to my neck and he starts kissing me gently. The distraction works as I chew and swallow, more focused on his heated breath than the food. He makes a sound that’s both pleased and erotic somehow. A hand grips my throat softly, just enough pressure to make me aware of the hold, and my thighs tense to conceal how wet it makes me.

“Again.”

A finger traces along my lip and my mouth opens hesitantly. A small cube of sandwich rich with jelly comes next.

“Good,” he whispers. The hand slides from my throat to cup my breast. My back arches at the move, surprised and delighted at the same time. I swallow hard. I hope he knows the Heimlich maneuver because he might make me choke if he keeps it up.

Another piece of strawberry gets followed by a firm squeeze on the mound that makes me moan.

“Feel good, angel?” He whispers in a silky taunt. I nod helplessly as his fingers knead my flesh. “You feel good to me too. Your thighs are squeezing so hard. Why? You don’t want me to see how much you like this? I love how wet you got for me yesterday. I want to see if we can do better today.”

I suck in a sharp breath and slowly relax my muscles, letting my thighs part the barest amount. A soft sound creeps up my throat as his hips shift behind me. I can feel how much he’s enjoying this, too. It makes me wetter.

“I’ve got you.” Another piece of sandwich is easily chewed and swallowed.

For every bite, I get rewarded. A nipple gets rolled until I’m squirming and breathless. He’s so hard against my butt as I move, but he holds himself still. I want him inside me. He sucks my neck hard enough to leave a bruise. I want him to mark me everywhere. Another morsel and his teeth bite down, leaving an imprint on my shoulder. I whine, my hands clenching over his knees.

A hand drags heavily down my ribs, squeezing my hip with the next bite before moving farther. Clever fingers begin bunching up the skirt of my dress. I lick my lips, turning my face towards his.

“I need your mouth for something else right now. I’m going to have to wait,” he nudges his cheek against mine to force my face back towards the TV and another bite is swallowed down as cooler air hits my bare thighs. His hand follows, shifting away from the fabric to warm, sensitive skin. My legs try to part more before I’m conscious of the decision. I’m trapped between his legs and can’t get the space for it.

“Grab onto my pants, right by my hips,” his voice has lowered as his hand raises the skirt up to reveal more skin.

I don’t even think about it as my hands reach back and grab on for dear life.

“Perfect.” His hands burn with heat as he wraps them around my inner thigh to guide first one leg and then the other over his until I’m splayed open obscenely. My face flushes even though I can’t see anything with my eyes closed. I don’t want to imagine what I look like.

The next bite is harder because I’m starting to become aware of my precarious position.

“Do you feel my dick right now? I’ve never been this hard. Show me what else you’re hiding.”

His hips rock his rigid flesh against me and the tension doesn’t stand a chance. His breathing is heavy. He groans when his fingers begin trailing higher, taking the skirt up until I’m completely bared. I suck in a harsh breath and lick his finger as it passes over my lower lip again.

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