Page 236 of The Sidekick

My eyes dart to his face to find him writhing. Trying to hold still and not interrupt the moment but enjoying the painful touch. He notices me watching and moans, his teeth clenching over the bindings.

I relax my fingers with wide eyes and mutter, “Sorry, Max.”

Trevor chuckles as Max shakes his head.

“He likes a little pain. Why don’t you do it again right here?”

His hand goes over mine, lacing our fingers together to move a little lower. The crease just below his hip where his leg begins.

“Go on, babygirl. Watch his face.”

I swallow hard, looking at Max hesitantly. It’s one thing to do it by accident. It’s another to do it on purpose.

Max makes a muffled noise, his speech garbled by his gag. It sounds like he said, “Please.”

“He’s never this polite for me,” Trevor says thoughtfully. His fingers overlap mine and press down firmly.

I take the hint and curl my fingers until my nails bite into his skin again. I feel his leg jerk but it’s his expression that holds me captive.

His eyelids shut tight as his head rolls against the pillow. The blush over his cheeks darkens as his nostrils flare. Everything about it is pure pleasure.

“Now every time he moves that pain will remind him you left your mark.”

My eyes widen at the thought. It’s no different than Asher giving me hickeys. It’s a display of ownership. Max just has his hidden.

“Do you mark him where anyone can see?” I ask in a breathless tone.

“I don’t,” Trevor chuckles. Max’s eyes narrow on him but they can’t see each other with my face in between them. He’s too busy planting the lightest kisses along my throat to pay attention. It’s making my breath come faster as he slowly moves along my shoulder.

“May I?”

“May I, what?”

“May I mark him where anyone can see, sir?” I swallow hard, hoping he says yes. He might say no just to torture me but I want this. I want Max to look in a mirror and think of me, just like I do with Asher.

“We’ll see,” he mutters in a noncommittal tone that makes me pout. Max is no better, glaring so hard his eyes are practically slits. Trevor chooses that moment to lift his head and see Max’s expression.

“Look how much he wants it. To let everyone know you marked him up like your private property. It’s a stay away sign that he’s desperate for you to give him. But I don’t want to reward him for bad behavior.”

Max’s head drops back to the pillow with frustration.

“Oh,” I can’t help the sad sound. “What did he do?”

“What did he do,” Trevor says thoughtfully. His fingers leave mine to slide along the inside of his thigh, making Max’s legs tense. On the upward movement he cradles Max’s testicles in his palm, massaging gently.

Max grinds his teeth, moaning in frustration as he watches. He keeps looking at me hopefully but I can’t acknowledge it. I’m too busy watching Trevor show me what he likes. What they both like.

His lips brush my ear as he whispers, “Scratch his chest. Lightly.”

I lean forward in a daze and softly drag my nails over Max’s pec, close to his nipple. His abs tremble at the move but he doesn’t get the eye rolling satisfaction from it that he does the harder touches.

Trevor walks towards the dresser next to the bed and rummages around in the top drawer.

“Harder.”

I follow his instruction and drag my nails across with more pressure. There it is. He takes a shuddering breath in and watches my face as his hips jump. He moans softly, just for me, as he relaxes. Preparing himself for whatever comes next.

Trevor comes around to stand next to me and nods. I hear the click of a cap and watch as he puts lube on his palm. When he works it over Max’s erection the moaning becomes almost drugged. He only gives him enough pumps to coat him before drawing away and pulling out a silicone ring that he slides over the tip and down to the base.

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