Page 34 of The Sidekick

“What?” I can’t help but shift back, and Max makes a choked sound and thrusts harder, his grip tightening enough to leave bruises behind. For some reason, it thrills me to know I have that kind of an effect on him with such a slight movement.

“Better yet,” the dark tone returns. “Press up against him until he cums in his pants. Then he can walk out there to get himself another pair with everyone watching.”

Max pauses and demands, “Don’t you dare.”

A war happens inside of me, starting and stopping in a flash. I want to please Trevor. I always have, and I love the thought that I could make Max cum just by moving a little. They both seem ok with it for now, so why not?

I start rubbing back against him, and Max protests, “Tera, no.”

“You should have listened when he said to stop,” I lean back into him as I turn my head.

Trevor has his hand fisted in Max’s hair, holding him still, and a knee pressed into the cushions behind his butt to keep him in place.

“Do you really think he can cum like this?”

Trevor’s eyes meet mine, and the malicious grin that slides over his lips makes my thighs press together to try to stop the wetness leaking from me at the sight. “Go ahead, babygirl. Let’s see.”

I chew my lower lip as I think about it. If I take this step, nothing will ever be the same between the three of us, and that scares me a little. I don’t want to lose what little I’ve got in one horny insane rush.

“Please,” Max moans behind me, but I’m unsure if he’s asking to be let go or to cum.

“Go on,” Trevor whispers, that smile widening. “Be a good girl and make him cum.”

The words seal my fate.

I turn easily now that Max has his hand braced above me on the back of the couch. When I press my breasts into his chest, he makes that same choked sound that excites me, and I lean forward to kiss his throat. I don’t let myself think as my hand squeezes between us to rub my palm along his erection.

“Shit,” he chokes out and starts thrusting again.

I lick along his neck, nipping him lightly while he curses.

“Is it everything you hoped for?” Trevor whispers in his ear.

“Better,” he groans, and I shift my hand into his pants. I spread the precum I find there around the head before I wrap my hand around his girth. He bucks into my loose grip and grunts in frustration. “Tighter.”

“No,” I bite harder on his neck, forcing Trevor’s head back a little. He laughs breathlessly as I keep biting at Max’s throat.

“A good girl for me alone then.” Trevor sounds delighted as he says it.

“Fuck me,” Max sounds dismayed in contrast.

“Don’t worry, grumpy. You’ll still cum,” I assure him, and Trevor laughs again.

I tighten my grip and slowly start sliding my hand up and down. When Max begins moving again, Trevor grabs his hip to keep him still.

“Pull your pants down. I want to watch,” he demands, and Max scrambles to comply. He’s wearing athletic pants, so it’s easy for him to shove them below my working fist. Trevor pulls on his hip to give himself a better view, and I look down to watch.

His skin is darker than mine, even here, but flushed with heat. He’s leaking from the head, and I bring my hand up over it to spread farther down. I twist my wrist as I slowly work him, loosening my grip when he begins to thrust.

“Damn it, Tera,” he snaps after the third time.

Trevor’s laugh is strained as he says, “I’m close, babygirl. Let him cum.”

I hadn’t noticed that he had let Max’s hip go so he could unzip his own pants. He works his thick length with rough strokes as he stares at Max’s erection in my hand.

“Lift up your shirt,” he snaps to Max and finally releases his hair to stand up fully.

I help Max pull it up just in time as Trevor groans, painting stripes along Max’s stomach with his cum.

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