Page 170 of The Sidekick

My body moves languidly into the position he wants. My skin feels so sensitive that the brush of my nipples over the blankets ricochets down to my center and I moan. I pull my knees under me and spread them wide with the tops of my feet on the blanket and my big toes touching. My stomach fills the gap as my forehead rests on the mattress.

“You’re so beautiful, angel. Raise your hips a little. Fuck, you’re perfect. Cross your arms behind your back and hold on.”

The position leaves me displayed for him, so wet and open for anything he wants to do to me. I don’t even feel embarrassed anymore. If he keeps handing out orgasms like he’s on a mission, this body is his. When I grip my forearms with each hand he moans hoarsely. He gives my lower lips a long lick, flickering inside briefly before he kisses one cheek and then the other. The bed shifts behind me as he crawls to join me.

When he rises behind me and I feel the heated head of his erection nudge my opening, my breath catches. A hand wraps around one of my forearms and pulls against my hold, lifting me off the bed far enough that my nipples brush against the blanket. I turn my head to see him as he stares down at me.

“Think how pretty you’ll be all tied up for me,” he growls. The thought of being tied up surprises me and starts an instant craving for it.

He moves the head of his erection along my folds, taunting me without entering. I’m so open to him that it would be easy to slide inside. I’m soaked and ready.

“Please,” I gasp out. His hand clenches over my arm.

“Are you ready for my cum?” He asks and barely enters me.

“Yes!” I cry and try to rock back onto him.

He enters me with a heavy thrust and begins to hammer so hard I cry out in shocked relief. I can feel him stretching me so deep inside I shudder with pleasure. Each thrust brushes my nipples against the bed. The only thing holding me up is his grip. A second hand joins the first, and his hips lower, his knees bracketing mine and changing the angle in a way that makes my eyes roll back. I can’t control the sounds he pulls out of me with every slick slide inside.

“Oh God,” I choke out as tears streak down my cheeks.

“I want another one, angel,” he grinds out. His hand falls to my clit, rubbing it in circles that make my thighs spasm. “We’re not stopping until you soak my dick.”

My body gives up the fight, no longer straining as he does all the work, leaving me to focus on how wet I am as his fingers glide over me and the heavy slam of his flesh in mine. The rough thrust in and the smooth withdrawal. There’s a quiver in my muscles deep inside that tries to hold him. He’s cursing and grunting as he strains.

“Give it to me.”

I start to cry out with every thrust, my body twisting inside with an impending orgasm as the rest of me holds still.

“I’ve got you. Clench on my dick again. Like that. Fuck.”

Every muscle tenses as I wail brokenly and sob, my body clamping down on him as I orgasm hard enough that I start to lose my breath. I twitch in place as he pants and groans, his thrusts losing their steady pace. His erection kicks as heat fills me. My walls tremble around his flesh like it’s welcoming him home.

I feel drunk as the pleasure echoes through me, weakening every muscle until I’m limp and wrung out. I’m light and free. Physical concerns are no longer my number one priority. My body sags as he slowly lowers me down. Once he lets go, my arms fall limp to either side of me. I distantly feel bad about that because I’m supposed to be holding on. I can’t fight the lethargy enough to apologize.

I whine out a protest as he withdraws. The heavy drag of his sex as he pulls out makes my muscles clench in remembered pleasure. Heat surrounds me as Asher moves to bring his chest to my back and cradles me. With him wrapped around me I feel safe and it’s easier to drift.

I don’t know what brings me back into my achy, exhausted body. I take in a shaky breath and realize I’m quietly crying, everything pouring out of me. The relief I feel as it all wipes out of me is crazy.

“I’m right here.” A hand closes over my throat. A weak sound chokes out as I try to speak.

“Thank you.” Is that my voice? It’s all throaty and soft.

“My sweet angel,” he whispers in my ear and gives my cheek a rough kiss.

He sits up and pulls me onto my side to gently stretch out my stiff legs, rubbing my calves and thighs to alleviate the pins and needles sensation that isn’t bothering me as much as it should. He does the same to my arms. I watch as he tenderly makes sure that my body still works. He places gentle kisses over the reddened marks where I gripped my forearms. My nails cut into the skin I was holding on so hard. I never even felt it.

“I’m going to get something for this. I’ll be right back.”

I must drift off for a second because it seems like he never left my side. He’s dabbing ointment on the cuts carefully with an attention that makes my heart squeeze painfully.

When tears overflow my eyes, I make a soft, sad sound. Asher looks at me and comes closer. “I’m right here. You doing ok?”

“I don’t have the energy to rub you down too.” As soon as the words come out, I start sobbing uncontrollably. It startles me because it came out of nowhere.

He pulls me to my back before I can finish curling into a defensive ball and covers me with his body again, kissing everywhere he can reach. “You don’t need to worry about me right now. All you have to do is relax and enjoy being with me.”

“Ok,” I hiccup and nod, dislodging him from my neck.

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