24. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
M eg wore his shirt while she slept.
Giving it to her had left Naz’s chest bare. Well, bare besides the bandages Meg had nagged him into letting her change. His undershirt hadn’t been salvageable, and Meg had convinced him to leave off the strangling polo after she snatched it away instead of letting him put it back on.
He climbed into bed beside her in just his jeans. Holding her against his bare skin felt different. It sent warmth through his body, especially when she brushed a kiss over one of his pecs before snuggling tighter against him.
Naz didn’t think he’d sleep, not after how long he’d slept the night before.
His body proved him wrong, and exhaustion sucked him under.
The ache in his side from the bullet wound dragged him awake hours later. It’d begun to itch and burn, either healing or infected. His head felt cool to the touch, so hopefully it wasn’t infected.
The pain in his side masked the other ache for long minutes as Meg’s even breathing fluttered over his chest next to her hand.
He’d rolled to his back, and she was lying half over him. Her leg was between his, and his erection pressed into her thigh.
She shifted in her sleep, her wet mouth marking his chest, her breasts pushing into his good side, and her thigh nudging his dick, making it throb with a strangling pleasure that warred with the ache.
He breathed through it, worrying he’d come. Her body felt good against his. Too good. He even liked the warmth of her spread legs where they cradled his own between them.
Her thigh pressed down on his dick, making him sweat as his body tensed and shook. His hands moved to her waist to shift her off, but the feel of her skin distracted him.
He’d forgotten she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his shirt had ridden up. His hands burned as they clutched at her while he tried to keep his body still.
Her leg shifted on its own, brushing over his dick instead of pressing directly against it. It felt good, but he could breathe again, dragging air in through his nose.
His hands gentled on her waist, the silkiness of her skin penetrating his mind.
He worried that he’d woken her, but her chest moved against his side in small, even breaths.
Naz wanted to touch her more. Imagining her expression while she came made his dick fill his jeans, the tightness of them like a grip around him.
That thought brought a dimming to his vision, and his hands shifted, reminding him it was Meg lying against him. He skimmed up her side, under the shirt, finding the side of her breast soft to the touch.
Stroking along her breast quieted the voices in his mind. He enjoyed Meg’s breasts. He shifted his hand between their bodies to find her nipple. Unlike the last time he’d touched her, it was wide and soft, not tightened up into a hard point.
His thumb brushed around the flat and even silkier part of her nipple. It didn’t stay silky. Wrinkles formed as he circled her nipple, the skin pulling tighter with every pass. He flattened his palm over her breast, the tight point of her nipple pressing into his flesh.
Naz wished she were naked in his arms. He wanted her skin against his bare chest, not separated by cotton.
Meg’s breathing had changed, her exhales puffing harder across his skin.
He suddenly realized he’d been touching her in her sleep. The thought had barely formed when the memory of Meg’s voice chased it away, telling him he could touch her any time he wanted. She’d already given him permission. He wasn’t doing anything bad.
And Meg was no longer sleeping. Naz knew the difference.
He found the hem of the shirt and pulled it up. Her hands lifted to help him drag it over her head and off.
Her naked breasts against his skin dragged out a desperate sound. Both the nipples were tight buds, pressing against him, and then they moved, rubbing along his torso as she braced herself on her arms enough to look down into his face.
Meg licked her lips, and he realized she was staring at his.
“Can I kiss you, Ignacio?” she asked, so close her breath was already washing over his lips, shooting tingles down into his already aching dick and making him dizzy.
Her face lowered without his answer, and then she was licking along his lip, pushing between them to rub her tongue inside his mouth as her lips sealed to his.
His hips lifted off the bed, his dick desperate for pressure and finding her thigh again, pushing up into it.
Meg’s eyes widened as they locked onto his, but she didn’t stop kissing him. No, she devoured his mouth, doing all the work since he was losing his mind and couldn’t concentrate. It was impossible with her lips moving against his, sending sensation everywhere.
It wasn’t just his lips that were sensitive. Her breasts shifted along his chest, her nipples dragging against him. His leg was trapped between hers, the material of his jeans beginning to dampen where her pussy writhed against it.
Naz lifted his knee, pressing his thigh into her harder.
Meg’s lips broke away from his as she moaned. “Oh, fuck!” Her eyes squeezed shut as she rode his thigh. “I feel like I’m fucking you.”
Her thigh rubbed along his straining erection every time she moved, making him impossibly hard with the friction.
Meg braced herself on her hands, her torso lifting so she humped his leg harder and faster.
Naz’s hands found her breasts, pinching the nipples between his fingers and rolling them the way she’d taught him.
She arched, wet and hot against his thigh as her legs widened. Her thigh remained between his legs as she rode him, nudging his dick with each rock of her hips.
“Feels good. Feels so fucking good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He shifted his leg up and into her rocking, finding her rhythm as his body flushed with heat. Saliva puddled in his mouth.
“I can come just from this.” She moaned, moving against his leg even faster. “I swear I’m going to come.”
His fingers tightened on her nipples as she rocked, and his gaze devoured her parting lips, her glazing eyes. Her face filled with the expression he remembered, the one he’d been craving. She cried out and soaked his leg, still pressed against her pulsing pussy.
His dick was hard, so fucking hard, and her pulse rushed along it through her thigh.
Meg’s face dropped, her lips capturing his bottom lip, sucking and biting and pulling it into her mouth, and increasing the sensation inside him into an explosion.
A sound like a sob broke out of him as he lost all sense. The world dimmed while he arched his hips and flooded his jeans with cum.
When he drifted back inside his body, his chin and neck were wet with his drool. It brought a chill to his body. He probably looked disgusting to her.
Meg grinned down at him. “Please tell me it’s true.” She kissed his mouth sloppily with a giggle. “Tell me I made you come.”
His body felt weak and empty, and there was a mess in his pants, but she was happy.
She wiped at his chin, sliding down his wet neck. “I did this.” There was a huskiness to her voice. “Watching you blank out while you come is sexy.” Her wet hand braced on the bed, and she rubbed those gorgeous breasts of hers against his chest before leaning down by his ear.
“I made you cream your pants, Ignacio. I made you feel so good, didn’t I?”
She added a new voice in his head that brought peace, not shame.
Meg lifted her head, some of her confidence fracturing as she searched his eyes, worry filling hers. “Tell me you’re okay. That this was okay.”
His arms wrapped around her back, pulling her tight against him, becoming more aware of the mess he’d made. Meg’s hands burrowed under him in return, and she sighed into his skin.
“You weren’t even inside me, and this is the best sex I’ve ever had,” Meg said, melting into his body.
Sex couldn’t be the right word, not for what they’d just done. It hadn’t felt awful the way sex always had.
Meg’s lips brushed against his chest. She yawned before nuzzling him.
He thought she’d fallen asleep when he rolled her gently to the bed so he could slip out to clean up.
She let out a small snort, and he looked back at her, watching her stretch.
“I’ll have to wash your jeans again in the morning.” Her smile was his favorite, the small, genuine one, and it took his breath away.
“Leave them in the bathroom. I want to see them soaked with cum in the morning, or I’ll think this was all a dream.”
He twisted toward her, pressing his mouth against her smiling lips to absorb her happiness.
When he lifted, her eyes locked on his. “Touch me while I’m sleeping any time. I like what it does to you.”
Watching her naked and smiling and staring at him like that made his dick semi-hard again. He turned from her, running away to the bathroom as his blood beat thickly in his veins.