The Sidekick

Chapter Sixty-Two

Tera

We eat and settle into peaceful conversation. There are a few hitches but overall we all seem to get along. No matter how hard Trevor is fighting against it. I catch him laughing under his breath when he thinks no one is looking.

It’s obvious that Asher and Max are already friends. They aren’t flirting at all. It’s snarky comments insulting each other. The fact that Asher won’t put up with Max’s attitude is telling. He just gets quiet and gives Max a flat look that makes him pout and look to Trevor for help. I think Trevor is enjoying not giving it to him.

I watch them with a smile, not really pitching into the conversations much. I’m enjoying this. I don’t want it to end.

We go back to the house and watch a movie together. After a forty-five-minute argument between them on what to watch. I’m learning so much about each of them.

Max likes action movies, Asher likes horror, and shockingly Trevor likes comedies. I’m not going to force them to watch a rom-com with me for our first night all together. That seems like a two-month dating milestone.

When Asher gets up and stretches I start pouting. It makes Max laugh and flip Asher off.

“Feel the burn, asshole,” he cackles.

Asher ignores him beautifully and leans down to give me a soft kiss.

“I’m going to miss you, angel,” he whispers and rests his forehead against mine.

“I’ll miss you, too,” I tell him honestly. I’ve only slept next to him two nights, one of which I wasn’t even aware of. It seems a bit much for us to be this clingy but I love the feel of him next to me. To be able to roll over and feel him there is a comfort I never knew I needed.

“Do me a favor, ok?” He asks solemnly and crouches down in front of me to meet my eyes.

“Yes?”

He smirks at the instant reply. “Stay away from your work for a while. Just in case. I don’t feel right about how they left. It was too clean.”

My brows furrow. I should look into it, too. Andi moved Shade’s car somewhere and returned Asher’s car to his apartment. Why would she do all of that if they were gone?

“I think you’re right,” I mutter. “I’ll look up their info and see where they are.”

“Safely,” he warns me with a raised brow.

I nod quickly and give him a peck on the cheek.

“Tomorrow, then,” he says. Then he stays crouched in front of me long enough that Max starts yawning loudly and kicking his feet out.

“Good night Asher!”

He stands in a fluid motion and touches his fingertips to his lips and then mine. When his face turns towards Max the soft expression drops into a flat, icy cruelty.

“See you on the mats,” he says in a tone that sounds like he’s an executioner.

He passes Trevor with a nod and then leaves, taking my car to get home.

Max swallows hard and turns to me.

“Is there any chance that you can get him in a good mood before class? It’s on Friday so you have a little time to butter him up.”

I start giggling as I shake my head. He looks horrified at the response.

“Please? I was just messing with him and he always takes it too seriously.”

I do my best Asher set-in-stone voice. “Actions have consequences, angel.”

His arm is suddenly around me, drawing me over his lap so he can spank me. My face is pressed into Trevor’s thigh as I laugh and struggle to get free. His slapping hand isn’t painful. It gives me the pleasant burn Trevor’s did without the pinch.

It starts arousal simmering inside me. I’m turning into a hussy around these guys. I don’t exactly feel sad about it.

“You’re not even struggling anymore,” Max points out in a smug tone.

I turn my head until my cheek is resting on Trevor’s thigh. “Nope.”

My gleeful tone makes both of them laugh. I stay relaxed right where I am as Max smoothes a hand over my backside. He starts massaging me in a way that makes the arousal slowly build higher.

“Max,” Trevor says darkly.

“Yeah?”

“Stop.”

His hands don’t stop as my eyes get wide. If anything they get more bold. Squeezing my cheeks so tightly I squirm and then a sharp slap that bounces me in place. There’s the sting it was missing.

A hand helplessly reaches up and grabs onto Trevor’s knee right in front of me as I take a deep breath.

“Bedtime,” Trevor’s voice has gone husky over the words. Max is eager to comply this time.

He helps me to my feet and hurries to the bedroom while I wobble in amazement.

“Give me a second. I’ll be right back,” Trevor gives me a dark smile and I nod.

I don’t know what’s going to happen in there but my curiosity is trying to get the best of me. I watch Trevor disappear around the doorway and the door is closed softly behind him.

My feet shift as I hear them mumbling to each other. I want to snoop so bad. My nerves take the option away quickly and I flop back onto the couch with a pout. Instead of giving into temptation I flip through the movie channels looking for something to distract me.

Ten minutes later I’m leaning on the arm of the couch, straining to hear anything as a show plays in the background, muted. What are they doing in there? Did they actually go to bed? But, Trevor said he’d be right back.

Dang it, was I supposed to snoop and get caught or something?

I hear the door open again and flail trying to right myself and unmute the TV. I’m a little too out of breath when Trevor comes back into the room with a dark smile.

I clear my throat and straighten my skirt as he sits down again.

“K-drama?”

My eyes snap to the show and I blink. “How did you know?”

He gives me a smirk. “I live with Max. I know half of these shows.”

“Really?” I gasp in excitement. “I have someone to watch them with?”

“I’ll watch them with you whenever you want, babygirl.”

I glance at him in surprise. I meant Max but if he’s offering I’m not turning it down.

“You haven’t talked much today.”

I nod as he frowns at me. “I was just enjoying you guys. Seeing how you’re all different with your own points of view and experiences. Sitting around talking about movies and stuff. It’s simple but I want that to be my every day.”

He turns, propping his knee on the couch cushion to rest against the armrest. I mimic his pose, making sure my skirt covers me. On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Before I can correct the mistake Trevor starts talking again.

“I thought you were unhappy.”

My eyes widen with surprise. “Because I wasn’t talking?”

He nods solemnly.

“I’m glad you asked then. I’m not unhappy. I’m nervous and excited and sad and a million other things but not unhappy.”

“Good,” he opens his arms to me and I hesitate for a split second before I crawl over and rest against his chest.

His hand smoothes over my back in a comforting caress as we watch the show without speaking. I can feel his erection pressed against my stomach but he doesn’t make any move to take things further. I’m chewing my lip in indecision. The show is background noise with blurry subtitles as I try to figure out how I can get Trevor to start something without embarrassing myself.

The credits roll before I know it and Trevor pats my thigh to get up.

“Bedtime,” he mutters. He almost sounds sleepy which makes me want to cuss. At some point I will manage it easily. Sadly, tonight is not that time.

He takes my hand and leads me away. It isn’t until he’s opening the door that I realize we’re going to their room. He steps aside to hold the door open for me.

I can’t cross the threshold.

I stand in the doorway with my eyes wide, mouth gaping.

Max is handcuffed to the beautiful headboard by a set of rings cleverly hidden under one of the wooden panels. His wrists are spread as well as his ankles. There’s no way he can move. He’s also gagged. And naked.

“Go on,” Trevor says darkly, sending a shiver down my spine.

I take a few hesitant steps forward. I’m not sure who’s in trouble and I don’t want to make a single wrong move.

Max’s head lifts angrily only to pause as his eyes widen on me. I don’t think he expected me to be here and my arousal starts to become hotter. I was about to pout all night for nothing. I’m so glad.

“How can he say his safe word?”

Trevor’s lips lift in a devious smile. “Don’t worry, babygirl. We have other ways to tap out. Want to show her what it is, Max?”

His eyes slide to Trevor only to return to me as his cheeks start to darken. I think it’s embarrassment at first. Until I see him go from half hard to eager erection. His gaze roves over me as if I’m as naked as he is.

Trevor paces around the bed and reaches out to slap Max’s hip bone with an open palm. He doesn’t do it violently but there’s enough force to make me jump at the sound. Max’s hips arch up at the feeling and he moans as his eyes close. His abs contract and his erection goes from eager to desperate in seconds. Trevor leaves his hand there and pushes Max down until he’s fighting against the hold, trying to thrust.

“What did I say,” Trevor demands in a dark tone and Max’s chest spasms as he takes deep breaths through his nose.

My brain is convinced I should be appalled. But I remember how it felt to have Trevor’s hand on me. Slapping my skin and holding in the burn. I’m not surprised Max can’t concentrate with the hit coming so close to his erection.

Max’s hand goes to the headboard and he gives three knocks in quick succession.

“Good, babe,” Trevor gives him a smile that seems too vicious to be happy. He trails the backs of his fingers over his hip and down the inside of his thigh to squeeze just above his knee.

Max whimpers and lies back, trying to catch his breath as if he’s just finished running a race.

“That’s the signal to stop,” Trevor tells me without taking his eyes off of Max. “Do you need it Max?”

He shakes his head vigorously, staring at Trevor as if he’s silently pleading him to keep going.

“Are you sure, babe?”

He nods just as hard.

Has Max been lying here, waiting for Trevor to return? What did he do?

“Need more?”

I can only stare as Max nods and relaxes back. Trevor makes a thoughtful sound and takes off his shirt. It’s an easy overhead motion that’s masculine and done by rote.

I’ve never seen Trevor undressed before. The knowledge is enough to make my thighs press together as I watch him.

The hair on his chest is a lighter blond that darkens as it narrows down and disappears into his jeans. He’s hard enough that I can see the mushroom tip peeking over the top of his jeans. He’s more muscled than I imagined. Not as much as Max but it’s there. He exercises regularly, probably physical therapy.

I only think that because there are a few marks along his side and shoulder that look like scars. I want to touch them. Not to remind him of his pain but to feel his heat, the fact that he’s ok. To hold on to him with the knowledge that I almost never met him.

I bite my lower lip hard to try and control my emotions as they suddenly begin to slide down. Anger begins to rise instead. Anger at her for trying to take everything from him when he needed someone the most.

“Babygirl.”

My eyes bounce up to him, widening at being caught.

“Where did you go just now?” Trevor is watching me solemnly and Max looks concerned.

“Someplace I don’t want to be right now,” I tell him firmly and set my jaw to the stubborn angle. Instead of being reassuring, my mouth opens and what comes out next makes me want to facepalm.

“Would you mind hitting him again?”

Why.

Why, Tera?????

Max gives me a grunt of protest and Trevor grins at me.

“Like this?”

His hand lands just above the placement from before and Max grunts, his hips straining again.

“Come here,” Trevor looks at me as his smile drops away. The dominance in the command takes any hesitation away along with any other thoughts.

He steps back and points to the floor in front of him. I step between him and Max, staring up at him as I wait for what comes next.

“Turn around.”

I turn and look down at Max. He moans, his eyes pleading with me for something but I don’t know what it is.

Trevor takes my hand in his and places it over the reddened mark on Max’s hip.

“Feel how hot it gets?” His lips brush against my ear as he leans forward to whisper.

“Yes.”

It’s almost feverish. My fingers spread to stroke over his skin. Where the red mark ends the heat fades away.

“Yes, what?”

My fingers pause as I whisper, “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” he nuzzles my ear and I can feel his evil smile.

I hear the sound of a zipper and barely feel it when my dress parts in the back. Smooth fingertips that practically burn with heat trail along my spine, pausing at the clasp of my bra to undo it and move on. When they reach the waistband of my panties I realize I’m digging my nails into Max’s hip.

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.

Max makes a protesting whine as he jerks to see what’s happening.

“Cock ring,” Trevor explains and I nod. I know what it is from work. “He knows it’s going to be a longer session now and he’s pouting. Take your clothes off.”

I watch him pick something up from the mattress and blink in surprise as the command registers. Before he can turn and see me floundering I slip off the dress and bra in one motion and the underwear along with it all. He’s facing me by the time I’m stepping out of the tangle around my ankles.

“Good girl,” he says in a rough tone that causes a chill to go down my spine. He takes his time looking at me, tilting his head as if he’s studying me for all my weak points. I’m almost ready to cover up and hide when he takes a step forward and pinches a nipple.

The sharp pleasure is so sudden that I squeak in surprise and have to force myself to stay still.

“I’m going to push you babygirl. One little bit at a time. I’ll start you off light but eventually I’ll have you begging me to touch you. Just like Max.”

His tongue strokes along his lower lip as he drags a finger across my breastbone to pinch and roll my nipple in a way that brings a sharp tingle of pain. When he lets go a burn starts there that makes me gasp and sway towards him.

Max makes a muffled sound of complaint and Trevor lifts his other hand, showing me a remote. He presses a button and Max groans low as his hips bounce on the mattress.

I hear the faint sound of a vibrator and look at Max in surprise. It isn’t on his cock ring. It’s coming from lower.

“He’s not going to get much attention tonight,” Trevor remarks lightly and sets the remote at the foot of the bed.

“Why?” I whisper as I watch him undulate as if it’s more than a toy inside him. The sight of it is more arousing than I thought it would be. I can tell he’s willing Trevor to relent in the decision.

“He talked about being inside you all night. All night. Even after I fucked his mouth to keep him quiet. I told him he was going to be punished for it. He thought the blowjob was it. Surprise, babe.”

Trevor chuckles at Max’s wide-eyed dismay and presses another button that takes his attention away again as he moves in frustration.

“Get on the bed, hands and knees, straddle him facing me. And don’t touch his dick, understand?”

The stern tone comes as Trevor unbuttons his pants.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper and hurry to obey.

My knees go to either side of Max as he strains against his bonds. I can’t help watching his erection get darker and the precum glistening at his tip, taunting me to taste.

“No.”

A sharp crack across my butt makes me gasp and startle in place. The sting is worse this time but the burn is so much heavier after that it weakens me.

I stay rigidly still looking straight ahead instead. The slap didn’t disturb me but the sound of his muted anger at the thought of me disobeying has my body drawn tight.

I hear a drawer open and close and the click of the cap again.

Slick fingers spread my lower lips open and heated breath follows.

“Be brave for me babygirl.”

What the heck does that mean?

His tongue licks all along my folds, making my thighs shake against Max’s sides. He responds by rolling his hips up, straining to rub himself against me. The mattress is too firm for him to manage it. I whimper at the firm pressure focusing on my clit. He sucks it between his lips and uses his teeth to scrape across it, sensitizing it until my legs threaten to drop me on top of Max.

Before I can reach my peak he draws away and holds my lips open. A slight pinch comes, cupping around my clit and tightening. When he pulls away from me I drop my chin to look down. I can see metal dangling with little charms hanging from looped ends. Max is staring at it with a dark longing that makes me want to lower to him.

“We have a little bit of time for the clamp to work on you. Head up.”

My head snaps up to find Trevor at the foot of the bed. The sharp motion makes the charms swing, adding more pressure to my clit. There’s no sting like I would expect. Just the slightest twinge that fades into a pounding pulse centered in one spot.

He crawls onto the end of the bed and gets on his knees. At some point he took his pants off and his erection is straining right in front of me. He shifts closer and wraps my ponytail in a fist, tilting my head without force. A firm move that says he’s in control of everything that’s happening.

“Open. Show me how much you want my dick choking you.”

I roll my eyes up to see his face as my lips part, my tongue extending to barely lap the tip with shy strokes. His gaze goes from my wandering tongue to my eyes in a snap as a dark smile twists his lips.

“Good girl.”

The approval makes my jaw loosen from the tight hold I wasn’t aware I had. He slowly thrusts forward, letting me suck at his tip. When he withdraws and presses back in he gives me a little more. On the next one he holds my head still with his tight grip on my hair. Every movement brings more attention to my clit as the charms swing back and forth.

“Remember to tap,” he warns me, his breath coming rough as he picks up the pace.

I can’t move my head anymore, his grip is too firm for that. Instead I focus on swallowing and breathing through my nose, letting him use my mouth however he wants. My tongue caresses him over every pass, trying to keep him inside.

“Yes,” he breathes out roughly. He jerks away from me in a sudden move that leaves me gasping.

“Turn around,” he snaps, his cheeks flushed over his snarling lips. “I want to feel that pussy while Max whines about how much he’s missing.”

A sharp grunt comes from behind me but I’m too busy scrambling to get into place to care. I reverse until my hands are propped on either side of Max. My knees are spread wide enough to force his thighs open more.

Trevor chuckles behind me and says, “She soaked the clamp. I’ll set it aside for you to suck on later, Max. It’s all you get tonight.”

Max gives a frustrated yell and struggles in earnest. The vibration gets louder until he’s squirming, thrusting, and grunting under me.

A slight sting across my clit is quickly overtaken by enough heat to make my neck go weak. A firm hand goes to my hair again, the hair tie lost at some point to leave the strands dragging across Max’s abs. Trevor grips it as he positions behind me and forces my head down until my lips are pressed against Max’s spasming stomach.

“Bite him wherever you can reach, babygirl. You’ll need it.”

I have enough time to take a breath and then he’s inside me to the hilt. I let out a short scream as his testicles slap across my clit and I fall into an orgasm so intense my thighs cramp.

He doesn’t pause as he slams into me, the sound of our skin slapping together driving the force of his thrusts home. My mouth opens at the intensity of it as another orgasm slams into me.

My teeth bite down without much thought as I whine my way through it. And then I can’t stop.

Max is struggling beneath me and grunting in a desperate way that makes my teeth clench harder on every pass. I feel the searing heat of his erection stroke over my throat for the briefest second before he can’t reach me again. He’s babbling under the gag, begging for relief that Trevor won’t give him.

Trevor pulls my head back as I gasp at the sting. His body curls over mine as his hips continue the relentless hammering.

“I’m going to flood you with my cum. That’s my mark, babygirl. Get ready.”

The deep groan that passes his lips makes me whimper, bracing my hands against Max’s ribs and digging in with my nails to hold on. Trevor lets my hair go, rearing back to grip my hips hard enough to keep me firmly in place.

His pace gets faster, rougher, leaving me to drop my face into Max’s abs and lick across his skin helplessly. The intensity of it is so consuming there isn’t a thought left.

Max cums with a sharp whine that cracks in the middle. His body spasms as each jet hits my neck and chin, across his stomach for me to lap up.

“Suck him now,” Trevor snarls without stopping.

I mouth over Max’s erection until I’m sucking him inside. He’s covered in a vanilla tasting lube. I can only get a little more than the tip in my mouth from this angle but it’s more than enough. Max’s strangled scream is followed by more cum as his hips bounce to get relief. I suck hard until he falls limp, his belly rising over rough breaths.

The steady thrusts below force me over into another orgasm as Max slips from my mouth. My body clenches over Trevor so hard I can’t tell if it’s to hold him inside or force him out.

“God, yes,” Trevor groans and loses his steady pace as heat fills me. He stays deep inside while he cums, his hands clamping over my hips to hold me still. Muted pumps that barely take him out of me forces that heat deeper until I’m gasping and weak, the only thing holding me up is his hard grip.

After a prolonged moment he collapses on top of me, driving me into Max as he tries to get out of his bonds. My breath leaves me in a whoosh but I’m too dazed to care about the lack of oxygen.

“I love you, babygirl.”

The words sound like they were dragged out of him, fighting the whole way.

“I love you, too,” I whisper back. It’s so much easier for me to accept and return the feeling as a tear rolls over my cheek.

It only lasts a second before Trevor is drawing away. The buzzing stops and Max goes limp with relief. I’m boneless over him, no help at all as I drift.

I barely notice when Max’s arms drop from his restraints and his legs shift to cradle me. Trevor cleans us both up with a patience I can’t comprehend. His intensity is now focused on every detail of getting us both comfortable in the bed.

They talk to each other in low voices, Max’s weak and groggy, Trevor’s a strong hum of sound.

I’m shifted to the pillows with my head against Max’s shoulder. He kisses my temple gently and mutters, “You ok?”

“Uh huh,” I slur back. It makes him laugh weakly.

“I love you, Max.”

His chest rises on a shaky breath and his lips return to my temple. His voice trembles as he answers me.

“I love you, too.”

I feel Trevor slide into bed behind me and curl into us until he can reach over me to touch Max.

“Sleep. Both of you.”

Even that is a demand I can’t deny.