The Sidekick

Chapter Fifty-One

Tera

We pick up all the prank items at a store down the street from my apartment. We don’t talk very much, the silence soothing me as I drive. Just knowing he’s next to me makes me smile. It isn’t until I’m inside the front door that my nerves start to get the better of me.

“Make yourself at home?” I say hesitantly and wave my hand around in an awkward fashion. I’m acting like he’s never been here before. I want to facepalm, but that would make it worse.

“Thank you,” his smile says he’s trying not to laugh.

When he walks right into my bedroom to set his bag down and plug in his charger next to mine, I feel like I’m hyperventilating. It’s a mixture of excitement, horny, and fear that isn’t blending well together.

He comes back out to eye me as I stand nervously at the door.

“I already showered at the gym. Why don’t you go ahead and shower. Get into some comfy clothes? We can pick a movie and snuggle.”

“That sounds amazing,” I nod and stay where I am.

It does sound great. I’m just wondering what comes after. If I’ll cum after. Oh my gosh.

My face turns red as I rush past him to get something out of the closet to wear. I close the door behind me and turn on the light so I can take a few deep breaths. How am I so nervous when I got busy with him in a public restroom, for crying out loud? I should be more smooth than this!

I picture the woman in the slinky dress who’s a total jerk. Super brave but still a jerk. Why can’t I be like that? For just one night. Not all the time. That would get awkward, and I don’t have the shoes for it. Do I even have the dress for it?

I start flicking through the hangers, trying to find anything that isn’t gray or black. I trip over a bag on the floor and stare at it with a frown. Andi bought me some clothes. I never even looked at them. I opened the bag, saw all the colors, said thanks, and tossed it in here to rot.

I take a second to debate, chewing my lips. What’s hanging up is drab and depressing. Not the vibe I’m going for. Andi’s bag might be a glitter bomb of self-confidence destruction. Only one way to find out.

I open it and pull out several maxi dresses. A lot are in vibrant colors that I used to love. They cause me to wince at their eye-catching glow. No thanks.

Underneath are a few simple summer dresses made of gauzy material in more pastel shades. A little better. One is pure white with purple tulips on it. He likes flowers, maybe he would like it?

This is so dumb.

Before I can change my mind, I roll it into a ball and rush to the bathroom with a “Be right out.”

“Take your time,” he calls back as I slam the door and then lock it like I think he’s going to break in. It’s dumb because, with skills like his, this lock doesn’t stand a chance.

I end up taking my time because I can’t remember when I last shaved my legs. Never a good sign. Jeans cover up a lot of sins. I’m going to feel really stupid when he falls asleep on the couch after he eats.

Oh, no. If he eats, I’ll be expected to eat. I missed lunch because I lied to Trevor about bringing my own. I have to eat something tonight. Smoothie it is. I have one in the fridge, after all.

Crisis averted, I start showering in less of a hurry and manage to find some kind of serenity that’s fragile enough to shatter in a stiff breeze. Beggars can’t be choosers.

I’m drying off when I hit my next crisis. No bra and no panties. Unless I want to wear the old pair. Ugh. No.

Ok. Channel the sexy jerk in heels. You can do it. Pretend you’re hot and confident. If he finds out, it will be because he’s looking. The dress isn’t see-through. If he doesn’t find out, you can just go to bed sad that he didn’t know.

That isn’t helping.

When I finally convince myself to leave the bathroom with my wad of dirty clothes, I figure he’s already asleep.

I’m wrong.

He’s at the sink. He’s changed into gray sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt. I can see the outlines of all the colored flowers covering his back beneath the fabric. I’m so busy trying not to drool at the picture he makes that it takes me a minute to realize he’s pouring my smoothie down the sink.

“What are you doing?” I squeak out in sudden panic.

“How long has this been in the fridge?” He asks calmly without turning.

“I-” Honestly, I don’t know. It could be from yesterday. It could be from two weeks ago. I forget them all the time. It doesn’t matter anyway because he’s rinsing out the glass.

“Go ahead and sit down. Pick out a movie, and I’ll make us something simple for dinner. How about a plain peanut butter and jelly sandwich?”

When he turns to face me, he stops and slowly takes in my dress.

“Oh, sure,” I laugh awkwardly as he stares. “I’ll just toss these in the dirty clothes.”

“Ok,” he clears his throat and turns back to the sink to rinse out the glass again. Good thing I didn’t leave my stuff on the floor. I guess he’s a neat freak like Shade.

When I’m in the closet tossing the clothes into the basket, I notice his pants and shirt from earlier on top. I feel a pang of longing run through me at the simplicity of it. I feel comfortable with his clothes mixed in with mine. I snap myself out of my weird thoughts and pause to give myself time to freak out!

He’s making food, and I agreed! I should have told him I’d make another smoothie.

Oh my gosh, this is a disaster. I should tell him I’m allergic or something. But I’m a horrible liar, and I’ll feel bad that he went to all the trouble.

You know what? I’m fine. I’m going out there. I’m going to pretend like I’m normal. It’s one night. It won’t kill me. No more stress. Plan set. Feet move now.

I tiptoe out of the closet and peek out of the door. He’s standing at the sink still, hands braced on the counter with his head down. I don’t even want to know what he’s doing.

Instead of calling attention to myself, I hurry over to the couch and grab the remote. I don’t ask what he wants to watch. I just start clicking through things, pretending I’m alone and not insane. Who am I kidding? I’m crazy, clicking the remote, and staring at his biceps as he pulls things out of cabinets and the fridge.

I watch as he washes his hands and puts together two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He adds a few strawberries and chips, then begins cutting everything on one of the plates into small pieces. When he’s done, he washes his hands again and brings both plates over to the coffee table.

I stare at them, feeling nerves pitch in my stomach. I don’t know how this is going to work. I have to eat something, I know that. Would he mind if I said my body affirmations? Will they even work with him sitting here? It worked last time, but I’m really nervous right now.

While my thoughts are spiraling, he sits next to me and puts both plates onto the cushion next to him. He looks at me with a smile and says, “Did you pick a movie?”

“Um,” I look at the screen, grateful to not be looking at the food. I didn’t pick something because I was too busy watching him and drooling for reasons that have nothing to do with eating.

“Sit here,” he pats the spot between the thighs he has spread wide enough to make room for me.

I automatically follow his demand and try to relax back into his chest. It should be awkward, but it suddenly feels like we’ve been together forever. It all feels natural. Like déjà vu in the best way possible. Which is weird because I was just having a meltdown a second ago. This guy is magic.

We debate options to watch as he eats his sandwich. I focus only on the TV as my stomach clenches in hunger. Maybe it will be easier to eat if he’s watching something instead of talking to me.

As soon as the movie starts, I begin finding it harder to relax as my eyes drop to the plate only to jerk back to the screen again. His is empty. I feel like a failure as I take that in. I should be done with my food too. We should be snuggling right now, not waiting for a panic attack to pop up. I’m so tense my muscles are starting to ache.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers gently from behind me.

“So much for picking a movie to watch,” I try to joke through my anxiety.

Before he can say anything, I force my shoulders to relax into his chest again, relieved that I don’t have to focus on anything and can just be. When my eyes shut, my attention falls to his body behind mine. His warmth and the lean strength of him. The steady beat of his heart, the calm breaths that lift me a little before settling back down.

“Put your hands on my knees and leave them there.”

A languid heat starts building inside me as I place my palms over his knees. The last time he had me put my hands somewhere I had the best orgasm of my life. I’ll put them wherever he darn well wants with a smile if that’s my reward.

He angles his face until his lips brush against my ear. “That’s good.”

Goosebumps race down my arms and I sigh, completely relaxed at the praise. I’m ok.

That relaxation starts pleasurably sliding away when he flicks a tongue over my earlobe and tugs it gently with his teeth. My breath hitches as a finger slowly traces my lower lip.

“Open.”

My lips part. A strawberry slips between them to settle on my tongue. I tense a little, the tart taste of it startling me. His mouth drags down to my neck and he starts kissing me gently. The distraction works as I chew and swallow, more focused on his heated breath than the food. He makes a sound that’s both pleased and erotic somehow. A hand grips my throat softly, just enough pressure to make me aware of the hold, and my thighs tense to conceal how wet it makes me.

“Again.”

A finger traces along my lip and my mouth opens hesitantly. A small cube of sandwich rich with jelly comes next.

“Good,” he whispers. The hand slides from my throat to cup my breast. My back arches at the move, surprised and delighted at the same time. I swallow hard. I hope he knows the Heimlich maneuver because he might make me choke if he keeps it up.

Another piece of strawberry gets followed by a firm squeeze on the mound that makes me moan.

“Feel good, angel?” He whispers in a silky taunt. I nod helplessly as his fingers knead my flesh. “You feel good to me too. Your thighs are squeezing so hard. Why? You don’t want me to see how much you like this? I love how wet you got for me yesterday. I want to see if we can do better today.”

I suck in a sharp breath and slowly relax my muscles, letting my thighs part the barest amount. A soft sound creeps up my throat as his hips shift behind me. I can feel how much he’s enjoying this, too. It makes me wetter.

“I’ve got you.” Another piece of sandwich is easily chewed and swallowed.

For every bite, I get rewarded. A nipple gets rolled until I’m squirming and breathless. He’s so hard against my butt as I move, but he holds himself still. I want him inside me. He sucks my neck hard enough to leave a bruise. I want him to mark me everywhere. Another morsel and his teeth bite down, leaving an imprint on my shoulder. I whine, my hands clenching over his knees.

A hand drags heavily down my ribs, squeezing my hip with the next bite before moving farther. Clever fingers begin bunching up the skirt of my dress. I lick my lips, turning my face towards his.

“I need your mouth for something else right now. I’m going to have to wait,” he nudges his cheek against mine to force my face back towards the TV and another bite is swallowed down as cooler air hits my bare thighs. His hand follows, shifting away from the fabric to warm, sensitive skin. My legs try to part more before I’m conscious of the decision. I’m trapped between his legs and can’t get the space for it.

“Grab onto my pants, right by my hips,” his voice has lowered as his hand raises the skirt up to reveal more skin.

I don’t even think about it as my hands reach back and grab on for dear life.

“Perfect.” His hands burn with heat as he wraps them around my inner thigh to guide first one leg and then the other over his until I’m splayed open obscenely. My face flushes even though I can’t see anything with my eyes closed. I don’t want to imagine what I look like.

The next bite is harder because I’m starting to become aware of my precarious position.

“Do you feel my dick right now? I’ve never been this hard. Show me what else you’re hiding.”

His hips rock his rigid flesh against me and the tension doesn’t stand a chance. His breathing is heavy. He groans when his fingers begin trailing higher, taking the skirt up until I’m completely bared. I suck in a harsh breath and lick his finger as it passes over my lower lip again.

“No panties?” His voice is low and he swallows hard. “Were you going to tease me, angel?”

I shake my head quickly, words stuck in my throat. This is not a man to tease and walk away.

“You’re going to let me have everything, then?” It’s like he’s reading my mind. My earlobe is between his teeth a second later for a soft bite.

“Yes,” I whisper back. Whatever magic this is, I want it. I want it all.

“So sweet to me. I’m going to make you cum all night, angel. You’re going to need your strength.”

I whimper as the next bite tries to stick. My thighs spread wider without permission. As soon as I swallow, his hand is over my mound. He bites my neck, leaving another mark.

“Your pussy is so swollen and pretty. The way you tightened down on my fingers. I want that again. I could still smell you when I got home. It was torture. I fucked my fist twice before I broke and called you.” He chuckles, but the sound is strained by a groan as his fingers settle between my lower lips, feeling the pooled heat there. “You’re soaked for me. I want to feel this all over my cock.”

Now the small morsels are worth slow rubs over my clit that make my hips restless and shallow dips of his fingers to gather more moisture to spread over my folds. He moves his hips against me, groaning while his legs tense and relax over and over with every sound.

“Almost done, angel. You’re perfect, being so good for me,” he pants at my ear and I whimper. The dang food should be all gone! Why did he cut the pieces so small?

“Please,” I squirm to get his caress where I want it. I need his fingers deeper, the touch on my clit harder. Just something!

“Are you on birth control?” The words sound wrenched out of him as he asks.

I nod frantically as I chew and swallow. Getting the IUD is no longer a stupid, wasteful decision. Yay!

“I want to fuck you raw. I want to feel every drop of this,” his fingers dip farther inside than before. My hips jerk up to try and force them deeper. “I don’t want anything between us. Do you want that?”

“Yes. Now,” I try to demand, but the words come out so breathless I can barely understand it.

“When we’re done here, I’m going to fill you with cum over and over again. I’ve wanted to fill your pussy up for weeks.”

I nod my head hard because that sounds like heaven to me. “Please. I want it. I want all of it.”

I’m rewarded with another bite and his fingers finally thrust into me. I lose track of the food as my body undulates against him, chasing the orgasm he’s promised me. He’s been working me up long enough that it crashes through me within three thrusts. I moan helplessly as my thighs draw up and shake, my feet rubbing restlessly at his calves.

“You’ve got me addicted to how you cum for me. The way you fall apart and the sounds you make.” He doesn”t stop the quick thrust of his fingers, prolonging the orgasm until I”m crying out and clamping my legs shut desperately to force him to still. I want to keep his hand there forever, but I need a second to catch my breath.

He pulls his hand free and I whimper at the loss. I hear him suck his fingers clean with a low moan, then he”s standing. I stumble and his arms wrap around my waist to hold me steady as he pants.

”Open your eyes and let go now, angel.”My arms drop limply at my sides, but I press myself against him swaying my hips as I rub against his erection. I want more. I want everything he promised me.

”Arms up.”I barely have time to complete the motion before my dress is pulled over them and tossed to the side.

”Get your ass in the bedroom. Now,” his voice has gone rough over the words, making me weak.

His restraint splintering spurs me into action. I practically run to obey. His heavy steps follow me closely as clothing rustles and gets thrown somewhere behind me. I stop at the edge of the bed and his hand grips my bicep, spinning me to face him. He grips my throat and kisses me hard enough to bruise, sliding his tongue inside to tangle with mine. Just as I”m ready to melt into him, he draws back and pushes me to land on the mattress.

The move stuns me enough that I lie there in a stupor as he drops to his knees, grips the underside of each thigh, and pulls my butt to the edge.

”Grip the sheets,” he rasps out as he settles my calves over his shoulders.

I clench my fingers and open my mouth to say something, but the words are torn right out of my head as he grips my hips, hefting me up to meet his mouth. What comes out is a thin wail as he settles in with vigor. There”s no hesitation or shy questions. He goes for it. And he”s a God at it. He has a manual on me somewhere. That has to be it.

Rational thought disappears with a wave as I writhe on the sheets, breathless and sweating as he pulls another orgasm from spasming flesh with firm flicks of his tongue over my clit. He doesn”t stop there or even pause as his fingers join his talented tongue. My body feels possessed as it moves without any instruction from me. I”m squeezing his head between my thighs and crying out roughly as he continues. His teeth nip me and another orgasm shocks through me, leaving me trying to take in air as my lungs seize. My body drops limply onto the bed as he finally relents. I can’t get any part of me to move as my mind sloshes around without settling on a single thought.

“Scoot up, angel. I need you.” Asher’s teeth pinch my inner thigh. I suddenly have the strength to push myself up the mattress to make room for him. He licks his lips and laughs breathlessly as the blankets bunch underneath me. My stupid hands won’t let go of them!

I take in his body as he stands. His hands are fisted at his sides, his chest heaving for air. His erection is long and flushed angrily as it hits his belly, framed by flowers that loop over his hip bones to run down his thighs. The sight makes my core clench over nothing, begging to be filled.

“Let go and balasana for me.”

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.

He does all the work as I drift in and out of what feels like a waking dream. Every time he touches me, I bask in the warmth of his attention. He shifts me as if I don’t weigh anything. It makes me giggle softly. He gives me a happy grin at the sound and a quick kiss. He doesn’t bother with the blankets as he settles behind me and wraps me in his arms.

I drift into sleep with a smile on my face.