Page 244 of The Sidekick

Hands, lips, tongues. Everywhere all at once while I lie back and bask in the attention.

Wicked fingers twist my nipple until I gasp.

“You like being tied up babygirl?”

“Yes, sir,” I sigh as he settles in at my lips giving me rough kisses and nips down the front of my throat.

The ties at my core get tested again, this time with slick lube to guide the way. Rough thrusts of fingers make me twist, the movement doing nothing but rubbing every rope into all my most vulnerable places.

“Top release, angel,” Asher warns me.

“Ok.”

The tie holding my upper body slowly drops away, lowering my head back even further. I swing for a moment, supported around my lower back and hips. And then my lips meet hot skin and I lick out.

A cock slides past my lips easily as hands grip my raised thigh to hold me steady for another to enter me with slow, smooth thrusts. The movement rocks me into the person in front in an easy sway that takes no effort. All I have to do is enjoy.

I lost track of who was where but the taste is Trevor. I recognize it immediately and relax my throat for his heavy thrusts. He jostles me, relying on whoever is below to hold me steady.

Max bottoms out inside me and slowly withdraws to drive back in. I recognize him too. After the first few thrusts they find a rhythm that swings me between them as if we’ve done this for years.

A hand strokes over my stomach, lips following after with reverent kisses.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, angel. I want you naked as soon as you come home every night.”

Trevor groans. “Yes. Good girl. Swallow me.”

“Bebé,” Max chokes and his pace increases.

The knot over my clit gets tapped in a rhythm that leaves me choking and spasming in my bindings.

“Oh fuck,” Max groans and begins slamming into me.

“Good,” Trevor gasps in a breath. “Harder Max.”

“Oh God.”

“Make them cum, angel,” Asher whispers with wicked delight.

The pressure over the knot becomes a steady rocking that has me sucking in my cheeks in a hard draw over Trevor and my inner walls spasming over Max as I cum. My stomach tightens as Max starts cursing and Trevor begins to thrust in his rough way.

“Swallow,” Trevor grits out as he goes deep and holds still, cumming while my throat works over him. He’s quick to pull back but leaves the head in my mouth to finish.

Max’s hold over my thigh has the muscle aching in the most delicious way as he moans his way through an orgasm, his pace breaking into stuttering thrusts.

They both back away from me, leaving me floating free.

A hand grips the rope over my pelvis and pulls it taught. I moan at the feeling. I’m soaked and the ropes have gotten slick. The knot over my clit isn’t staying still anymore, rubbing all over the sensitive bundle of nerves until I’m gasping again.

Asher slides inside, almost forcing his way in through the tight ropes. He doesn’t move his hips, drawing me towards him with the rope and pushing me away in a slow steady movement that has me whining as my muscles tense. His other hand massages the muscles in my calf as he trails kisses there.

I let out a sharp cry as an orgasm hits me.

“One,” Asher says in a strained tone.

Oh no. He’s counting.

“Please,” I moan.

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