21. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
T he outfit Naz had chosen looked as ridiculous on him as he’d thought it would. Pink wasn’t his color, especially hugging his thighs, but somehow the white polo shirt looked even worse. It was too tight, like a vase holding up his neck, and the sleeves strangled his arms high on his shoulders.
Meg’s shower was still running when he approached the bathroom door. Mixed with the water weren’t sexy gasps or moans. The sound was more like a sob.
Naz pushed inside.
Meg had sunk down in the tub, the water pounding over her head as her hand worked furiously between her legs.
Her head fell back out of the spray, thumping on the rim of the tub as she let out another of those wet sobs. Water mixed with tears ran down her face. Her jaw was clenched so tightly it looked like it could snap.
Bloodshot eyes focused on him, and her hand fell away from her thighs, thumping against the tub wall as well.
“I can’t come,” Meg whined. “That always fucking happens, but it feels different this time. Like I don’t really want to come because this body isn’t even fucking mine.” Her arms crossed, and her nails drew red marks on her skin, as if she were trying to scratch it off.
Naz turned off the shower before grabbing her hands and pulling them away. He looked into her crying eyes, waiting for them to focus on him.
“Meg,” he said.
She took a hitching breath. Then another, not even releasing the first one before dragging in the second.
“Meg,” he said again.
Her breath shuddered out, and she shifted forward, her wet hair cascading over his shoulder as she tucked in against his neck, making the collar there feel even tighter. He turned her hands in his while she rested against him, studying the wrinkled flesh of her fingers.
Her breathing didn’t slow. If anything, it sped up.
“I know I’m not going to die of frustration. I’m so tired, but I’m wired at the same time.” She rubbed her damp nose against his skin above his collar. “You smell good,” she mumbled. “Like soap.”
A shudder ran through her body, and she gasped, her hips trying to arch toward him but blocked by the side of the tub. Her body slid, and he steadied her. She shivered and let out a shaky laugh ending in a sob. “I hate this. I wish I knew when it’d end.”
Her shivering didn’t stop. He’d left the door open, and all the steam was gone. Her hands felt cold, along with her wet hair soaking the polo shirt. The hot water had probably run out before he’d turned it off.
He put her hands on his shoulders, and she didn’t waste any time clinging to him, freeing up his hands to reach for the towel. The squeak of the bar sounded loud in his ears as he dragged the towel down. He wrapped her in it and lifted her out of the tub.
The clothes he’d found were laid out on the bed, but he placed her there anyway, not caring that she was soaking into everything. He crawled on next to her, careful not to lie on his bad side. Her back pinned down the towel, but he used the edges to wipe at the drops along her neck.
Meg moaned, her chest arching toward him. He jerked away before her breasts reached his hand, releasing the towel and watching the way it unwrapped from around her chest because of her writhing.
Her nipples had become tightened points. Her fingers closed around them, twisting so hard it was like she wanted to rip them off, but it made her moan again, her body arching. Sweat pebbled on her upper lip, mixing with the dampness from her shower. At least her shivering had gone away.
One of her hands moved between her legs, starting to rub her clit aggressively, like she hated her clit and wanted to scratch it off.
After a few strokes, she let her hands fall away. Her lip jutted out in a frustrated pout. “Fuck it. I’m not going to come. Not worth the finger cramps. And my right wrist kind of hurts.”
That had been the one she was favoring in the warehouse. It was also the arm with the blossoming bruise.
Naz didn’t remember what Julio had done to her, but that was probably for the best. He couldn’t kill him again.
Meg shifted along the towel, and she shuddered, the pout disappearing as her teeth sank into her lip.
“Death by horniness. Julio got me good. That’s what a slut like me deserves.” She made a choked sound in her throat. Her legs rubbed together, trying to squeeze. “Fuck. My whole body is one needy nerve. I wish I could fuck myself. Any of the drawers have a vibrator?” she asked hopefully.
At his headshake, she forced her legs to open, shifting them wide. The musky scent of her reached toward him.
Her eyes closed as she breathed out, her body shuddering. She clenched her jaw against it, her hands turning to fist the comforter.
She never asked him to help. Naz moved his hand between her legs on his own.
When she stiffened, he froze, her pubic hair tickling his skin where his hand hovered just above her.
Meg searched his face. “Are you offering? If you are, yes, a thousand times, yes, but not if it’s going to fuck with you.” Her hand lifted, cupping his jaw. “Don’t hurt yourself for me. I’m not worth it.” Her lip trembled. “I don’t want you to disappear again.”
Is that what it seemed like when he had an episode, like he disappeared?
Her thumb slid along his lower lip, and the tingles it sent straight to his dick distracted him.
His hand shook, brushing over her pubic hair and the skin beneath.
Meg’s moan was husky this time, adding to the tightness in his already too-tight borrowed shorts, making his erection ache from the pressure. His hand jerked away from her as he scrambled off the bed.
“Don’t go!” Meg called.
Naz froze, his chest heaving in the too-tight shirt. His dick hurt, pressed against polyester and zipper teeth; the space it was trying to create only making the waist of the shorts bite deeper into his skin. His hands shook as he fumbled the button and zipper open, stripping the damn things off and kicking the shorts away.
He’d left the underwear on, and the white cloth outlined his dick. He was harder than he’d thought.
“Ignacio?” Meg sounded confused. “Are you turned on?”
He lifted his gaze from his erection to find that she’d been staring at the same thing. Her hopeful eyes on it made the ache worse.
He was going to choke on the saliva pooling in his mouth. He focused on the sensation, imagined swallowing it until his throat moved.
“Come here,” Meg murmured, a huskiness beneath the words.
Instead of running, he crawled back onto the bed.
Meg reached for his dick where it strained toward her, closing her hand half around it through the cotton.
Her grip drowned his body in ice as his demons taunted him.
Look how hard you can get. Think I can make you come while you’re crying from me ramming your ass?
Naz remembered that voice. His father’s so-called friend had fucked him for a year after killing his father. He’d liked to humiliate him.
Naz rolled to his back, feeling like he couldn’t breathe. His focus centered on the next drag of air, the way it pulled into his nose until his chest rose. He let it out again.
At least the ache in his dick was gone. It wasn’t limp yet, but close enough.
That was fine. He hadn’t wanted to fuck Meg anyway. He didn’t want to fuck anyone.
She’d just looked so hopeful.
“You don’t like to be touched.”
Meg sat up next to him, but he focused on another breath instead of on her.
“Look at me, Ignacio.”
He couldn’t resist her. Meg was everything.
He was the one who was nothing.
He watched her hand reach out, her pointer finger moving across his lower lip. It felt good, but his dick wasn’t up to getting hard again.
“But you like when I touch you here?” she asked.
Her finger did it again while he drowned in her eyes and tingles ran from his lip down his neck.
“Yeah, I think you like that. You don’t have to fuck me, Ignacio. You don’t even have to touch me. One of us hurting tonight is enough. I don’t want you to hurt too.” Her hand fell away. “I’ll never touch your dick again, now that I know you don’t like it. I promise.”
He rolled toward her, startling her into flopping back on the bed, but he kept going until his face hovered over hers. Then he kissed her.
Well, he pressed his lips against hers. Fireworks were going off in his brain, which was too much racket to try to move his lips too. The voices from his memories shut up completely.
Meg’s lips grew soft beneath his. He eased back to hover, their lips barely brushing. Sensation ran through him, more than that barely there caress should have caused. His lips really were fucking sensitive.
Even more sensitive when hers moved against them. She moaned into the one-sided kiss, her tongue licking over his bottom lip.
He was getting hard again.
She panted against him. Her body writhed, her nipples sliding along his chest and startling him into pulling back.
She reached for him but fisted her hands before she touched him, letting them fall to her sides. “Don’t tease me, Ignacio. I’m too fucking horny and high.”
He remembered his original purpose. His hand moved between her legs, parting the lips of her pussy so his finger could circle her clit in the same way he’d seen her do it before.
She arched off the bed, making it tricky to keep going.
Meg moaned. “Oh, shit. That’s perfect. Why is that so fucking perfect?” Her legs moved wider, giving him more room. “Yes…” The word was almost a hiss as her body shook and her fingers pulled on the comforter. “Touch me. I love that you’re the one touching me.”
Her eyes closed, and she began to make breathy gasps. Her pussy became slicker with every pass, and it was impossible to keep his strokes slow. He circled faster.
Another shudder ran through her, and his eyes dropped to her breasts. Her nipples were still tight, but not as tight as they’d been before. He sat up to free his other hand, and Meg whined because his finger on her clit had stopped.
He resumed the motion there while he also covered her nipple, letting it stab into his palm. Her nipple was softer than he expected as he rolled his palm over it.
“Oh, fuck, harder,” Meg said.
Naz pressed more firmly.
She bit her lip, her head moving against the comforter in a shake. “Not quite. What about..?” Her hand moved up to the breast he wasn’t touching, her fingers pinching and rolling the nipple. “Shit. That’s it. Do this instead.”
He followed her direction, his fingers rolling the tight bud her nipple had become.
Her hips lifted against his hand, stalling his motion there.
“No, don’t stop. Please! I’m so close.”
He started to circle, but she writhed, making his finger slide across her clit instead.
“Yes! So good. Please.”
He remembered she’d switched to stroking when he watched her in the trailer’s shower. Instead of circling, he moved across her clit back and forth while he rolled and pinched her nipple.
Meg moaned longer and louder as her body stiffened and his hands froze on her while he watched her orgasm.
The tension fled from her face. She panted through parted lips and melted into the bed. Her eyelids lifted, and she focused on him again, a giggle turning her lips up into a smile. He was tempted to feel it against his own lips, but he didn’t want to stop looking at her.
“I came. You’re so fucking good to me.”
He wanted to watch her come again.
His fingers started moving. The one on her clit slid more easily. She’d become warmer and wetter from the orgasm.
“Again?” Meg asked, though she sounded excited, not put out. “Yes, make me come again. I’m crazy about your touch.”
Her hand moved away from her nipple as she stretched both above her head, plumping her breasts and drawing his gaze to them.
It was like he was the one shivering. He realized he was hard and aching, but he tried to ignore it.
Her breasts were so beautiful. He pulled on her nipple, plucking, tugging.
Her smile turned into a moan. “I like that.”
He wanted to see her orgasm. The thought was like a heartbeat in his head as he stroked her clit a little harder, matching the tug on her nipple with the stroke.
“Good,” Meg gasped, her head falling back. “So good.”
He had a new thing to find gorgeous: the slender column of her neck, even with the darkening bruise there.
His hand left her breast. He brushed his fingers along her arched neck, over the bruise, wishing he could erase it with his touch.
He looked above his hand, finding her amber eyes moist as she stared at him in a daze.
Was she crying? He stopped stroking her clit as his hand jerked away from her neck. Had he hurt her?
“Meg?”
She licked her lips. “Don’t stop.” Her hips shifted under his frozen hand. “Please don’t stop. I want you to touch me.” She let out a sharp, bright laugh. “It feels so good when you touch me.”
He stroked her clit, slowly at first, but the slickness and her moans made his motions faster. He wanted to go faster.
“Ignacio, please!” Her voice sounded deep and husky now, and it stroked right over his aching cock. “Please. I’m going to come.” Her gasps and moans filled his mind. “I’m going to come. Make me come. Make me—” Her voice stuttered while her body arched under his hand. Pleasure filled her face.
She was so fucking beautiful.
There was a throbbing under his fingers, not a constant one, but a flutter. He kept stroking her as if he could chase it.
“Oh, fuck,” Meg choked, her eyes locked on his as she continued to orgasm, and time seemed to stretch.
Her body melted when it was over. He instantly wanted to repeat the experience and didn’t stop stroking. She hummed in her throat, not asking him to stop.
Sweat had gathered between her breasts, drawing his gaze to her nipples. He caught the nearest one between his fingers, squeezing it.
“Like that,” she mumbled, her lips barely parting.
Her clit looked plumper than when he had started. He caught it between his fingers as well, giving it the same treatment as her nipple. When he squeezed, her eyes flew wide as a shudder tightened her body.
Meg gasped, suddenly trying to hump his hand.
He released her clit, and her hips fell back as she gaped at him.
“That was—” She shook her head. “I almost—” She let out a shocked giggle, grinning at him. “Do it again.”
He pinched her clit again. This time she held herself still, her legs shaking from the effort. After three repeated pinches and releases, he pinched a little harder without releasing her clit.
She shouted as she orgasmed, her breast pushing up against his hand as her body came off the bed, making him release her nipple so he could hold her down.
Worried he’d hurt her, he released her clit, moving his hand away as he watched her face.
She was sweating even more now. Was that the drugs? He’d forgotten all about the shit in her system, too busy making her come. The thought made him lightheaded.
Meg swallowed thickly as she rolled her head on the pillow. “More. Gimme more.” Her eyes closed as she patted around for his hand, finding it resting on her thigh, slick with her own wetness. Her skin glistened.
She dragged his hand back between her legs, but not to her clit. His fingers pressed against her soaked entrance, and she tilted her hips to draw the tips of the same two fingers that had pinched her inside.
“Fuck me with them,” Meg mumbled. “I want to be filled by you.”
Naz’s vision dimmed a little. He’d been fucked with fingers. They’d stabbed into his ass and scissored, as if they could open him wider. It’d made him cry out in pain.
But it wasn’t his ass she wanted. She wasn’t going to do anything to him. She wanted him to do it to her.
Meg looked into his eyes as if she were seeing every fear he’d ever had. As if she could see everything.
Instead of scaring him, her eyes on him chased the gray edges away. His fingers moved, finding her slick enough to slide right inside up to his knuckles.
His dick was still hard. He tried to imagine replacing his fingers inside of her with his dick, but the image wouldn’t come. He’d go soft if he tried.
So he filled her with his fingers instead. Her slickness drew him deeper. Her pussy gripped his fingers in a way that made his dick even harder.
“In and out,” Meg said. “Please, in and out.”
Her wetness was pooling on his palm. He pulled his fingers almost out, drawing more of her slickness out with him. Then he pushed back in. It was easier the second time.
“Harder.” Her hips lifted into his next push inside, taking his fingers faster. “Oh, fuck, harder. Fuck me.”
He didn’t want to hurt her. He moved his fingers faster, thrusting into her quicker to match her rising hips.
“Ignacio!” His name on her lips caused saliva to fill his mouth, but he couldn’t concentrate to swallow it.
Her eyes squeezed shut. They moved together faster, her pussy squeezing around him as if it could draw his fingers deeper.
“Yes, Ignacio! I want you. I want you so much.”
On his next thrust inside, she came, her hand clamping around his wrist to keep it there as she worked her pussy on his fingers, flutters grazing them as her walls squeezed and released, like he’d done to her clit.
Her grip loosened, and her eyes shut. She fell asleep with his fingers still inside her. When he slowly pulled them out, she had soaked his hand.
His cock was aching, and dampness had spread on the cotton underwear he wore, but it wasn’t the same as her wetness. He tried to imagine what it would have felt like if she’d come on his cock, and his body shuddered, even though he couldn’t quite picture it.
He lay back on the bed, panting through the incredible ache in his dick. It was hard. It was so fucking hard.
His soaked hand rested on his thigh, making it slick.
He used his dry hand to drag the underwear down, his erection springing free. Before he could overthink it, he covered his dick with her wetness. His dick looked slick now, slick from her. It was too much.
His shocked cry locked in his throat as he came. Ropes of cum covered his polo shirt while the euphoria of it flooded through him, turning his mind to mush. Saliva overflowed his lips, dribbling down his chin.
His body was wrecked. It twitched and shuddered as his dick grew soft.
He slipped his hand up to smear his cum with the same fingers that had been inside her. Him and her together. There was something so satisfying about staring at the combined slickness.
Meg hated cum.
Naz froze, looking toward her.
Her eyes remained closed, her breaths puffing out in soft flutters.
He’d come. The knowledge slid inside, and he waited for the backlash of reality.
But there were no voices in his head trying to shame him.
There was only the sound of Meg’s soft breathing as her body finally relaxed.
He lay there, cum soaking into the too-tight shirt and starting to feel gross. What the hell was he waiting for? He couldn’t regret how great that had felt.
He was safe. It was just him and Meg.
He rolled off the bed, using the hall bathroom to shower again so he wouldn’t wake her. His legs felt like rubber when he returned. He rested on his uninjured side to stare at her, the image of her remaining in his mind long after his eyes slid closed.