Page 212 of The Sidekick

“Starting now,” Trevor’s chair creaks again.

Silence falls.

Asher’s fingers slide through the moisture gathered at my core and rub back and forth, spreading it along my folds. His other hand joins, one to hold me open and the other to slip inside me. I can’t help the whimper that escapes.

“I want my orgasms first,” Asher tells me in a low tone.

He’s slow to withdraw and eases back inside, adding another finger.

“You’re so tight like this,” he says as he works me higher with his wickedly easy pace. I start to rock back into his hold.

“Need more, angel?” His breathing has gotten harsh.

“Yes, please,” I pant.

Another finger plays with my clit, the fast flicks a counterpoint to the slow thrusts. I whine and suck in my breath as an orgasm breaks over me. My thighs tense as my forehead grinds into the floor. My fingers dig into the carpet to try and hold still.

His fingers ease out of me as I catch my breath.

“Let’s see how many I can get before he breaks. Bitilasana Marjaryasana.”

I get onto my hands and knees with my chest and head raised up, knees widening.

“She’s soaked,” Trevor mutters with a groan. “She’s practically dripping. Can you imagine how good she feels?”

Is he… taunting Max?

“She’s hot and soft as silk,” Asher mutters and rises on his knees. His hands come back. This time, his pace is hurried and rough. A thumb presses over my clit hard, wiggling it back and forth.

I let out a breathless cry and almost lose the pose as my head drops down.

“P-please,” I moan.

“She squeezes before she cums,” Asher’s voice is low and drugged sounding. “It sucks you in and clenches so tight you have to fight to keep going.”

“Fuck,” Trevor mutters.

I cry out as another orgasm hits. This one is stronger than the first.

“There it is,” Asher groans. “We’re not done, angel.”

I whimper as I straighten my pose.

“You’re being very good for me.” His hands draw away again as I shake. “This one will be tougher, angel.”

“Ok,” I pant and nod. “Green.”

“Good girl,” he kisses my cheek. “Prasarita Padottanasana.”

I try to rise to my feet, but my wobbling knees make me drop back down again. I bite my lip hard and force myself up, gathering my feet beneath me to grip my ankles.

I can see Max like this. His face is agonized as he stares at the apex of my thighs. I’m bent in half with my legs spread wide.

“Brace on the floor if you need to.”

“Ok.”

Max’s eyes drop to meet mine. His hands are gripping the mat so hard it’s wrinkling up.

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