Page 35 of The Sidekick

“Fuck,” he sways forward and catches himself on the back of the couch. Max’s hand grips his as they both pant, one satisfied and the other frustrated.

While they’re distracted, I swipe a hand through Trevor’s contribution and begin working Max harder. His head turns until his lips meet mine, not kissing, just panting against me as he begs me to let him cum.

The knowledge that I’m the reason he’s been waiting gives me a rush, and I lick along his lower lip. He immediately presses his open mouth to mine, twining our tongues, and I rub my thighs together for some sort of relief. I’m willing to endure this frustration a million times if I can keep him kissing me like this. As if he wants to sink into my skin and live there.

His hips are jerking up harder and harder as he moans into the kiss. When his pace falters, I tighten down, letting him work himself as he breaks away to gasp a breath.

“Fuck. Yes. Please, please, please,” he chants, making my heart thud painfully in my chest. I wish I had recorded his voice just like this.

“It’s ok. Cum for me,” I whisper, and it’s as if it breaks something in him as he cries out and begins spurting over my fist onto his stomach, grinding as fast as possible with the head peeking in and out of my palm. He doesn’t settle, even when he stops ejaculating, giving heavy rolls like he wants me to ring him dry.

When I remove my hand, he turns and desperately kisses me again. I’m lost in my triumph as he presses kisses against my cheeks and nose before he finds my lips again.

“Let her breathe, Max,” Trevor’s voice comes from above us again, and I pull back slightly to look at him, suddenly shy.

He takes the towel in his hand, wiping Max’s stomach down and then his softening penis, which makes Max groan again and start kissing my cheek.

“He gets really affectionate after,” Trevor gives me a wink before he folds the towel and reaches for my hand, wiping it clean too.

“I don’t mind,” I mutter and shift in discomfort. They may have gotten off, but I’m stewing in a puddle of my own frustration.

A soft knock at the door freezes me in place again, frustration forgotten for a moment. Please don’t come in, please don’t come in!

Completely at ease, Trevor tosses the towel into a trash can and walks to the door, unlocking it to open a crack.

“I got some lunch for everyone,” Andi’s voice is hushed. “If Tera is awake, I think she should eat.”

“Thanks. I’ll make sure she gets something,” Trevor says, promptly closing the door.

Rude. But I’m kind of digging not-so-nice Trevor. A lot.

“Tera,” Max regains my wide-eyed attention as he rolls on top of me, continuing to nuzzle my neck as if we were never interrupted. He hasn’t even pulled up his pants. His hand is hot as it slides from my ribs to the waistband of my jeans, and it reminds me that I’m still a horny mess right now.

Just as his fingers start to slip below the band, his thumb rubbing over the button, Trevor clears his throat pointedly.

Max turns his head to look over where he’s sitting in his chair at the desk, watching.

“She doesn’t get to cum yet.”

Excuse me? Says who?

“Unless you can tell me you ate today,” Trevor leans forward with both eyebrows raised.

I’m so tempted to lie. But it’s freaking Trevor, and he’ll know. He is psychic, after all.

“I can’t remember,” I pout and fall back into the cushions in frustration. This is crap. Why do I want to please this jerk again?

Max grins down at me. “The good girl is getting punished so soon?”

I narrow my eyes at him and stick out my tongue.

He just laughs and jumps off of me with his hands raised. “I’ve gotta listen to Trevor. Isn’t that what you told me?”

His taunt is not appreciated, especially since he still hasn’t pulled up his pants, and I get an eye full of how well-endowed he is. I’m distracted by the smug streak of pride that runs through me. I wrestled with that and survived. We haven’t had sex, but I still conquered that mountain. Cue internal fist pump.

Max laughs, “I love the look on your face right now. Did you get a picture?”

I glance in surprise at Trevor as he sets his phone on the desk, “Sure did.”

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