Page 89 of Hidden But Not Safe

Her moan into his mouth made his thoughts fade as his hand moved down between her legs.

She pushed against his hand, rolling him to his back so she could widen her legs over his hips. Pain seared his side, but feeling how wet she was let him ignore it. He touched her clit, not circling it but stroking in the same way his thumb stroked her nipple.

“Oh, fuck. I’m close. I’m already close.” Her teeth clamped down on his bottom lip, nipping it and making his breath stutter.

He stroked her harder. Her hips arched into him, the entrance to her pussy brushing over the head of his aching dick, making it damp from her.

Meg cried out, her orgasm already fluttering against his fingers and making her and him even wetter.

Naz had an erection. One that strained toward her.

“More!” Meg was already begging, rolling her hips against his hand and dick.

He thought about pushing his erection inside her. Meg would like that.

Only, what if he came? Meg hated leaking cum.

Naz released her breast to scrabble for his wallet. His other hand left her clit to take out the condom she’d put there.

Meg braced herself on her hands, watching what he was doing. “Ignacio?” she asked, hope in her voice.

He tore open the condom, reaching for his dick.

As soon as he held it to try to roll the condom on, memories flooded him. Memories of other hands.

He went limp and soft, breathing through the darkness that mixed with frustration. He couldn’t get the condom over his soft flesh, but he no longer even wanted to.

Meg’s lips brushed over his collarbone, the sensation chasing some of his memories away. The men had never been into kissing him. “It’s okay,” Meg said. Her lips brushed him again. “We don’t have to.”

He dropped the condom, reaching for her pussy instead. She was so wet. He pushed two fingers inside of her.

Meg bore down with a cry, taking his fingers deeper.

“Yes,” she hissed, thrusting onto his hand. “Harder. Do it harder.”

He matched her speed, her moans and whimpers clearing his vision. The angle was awkward with her on top of him, and when she pushed down hard, his fingers curled, rubbing along the wall of her pussy.

Meg let out a choked scream as she rocked, brushing his fingers inside her instead of forcing them deeper. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her fingers dug into his chest as her hips tried to swirl. “Again. Do that again.”

His fingers straightened and then curled, probing against her walls.

The euphoria he loved filled Meg’s face. She came around his fingers, squeezing them and gushing around them, dripping on his newly hardened dick as it strained toward her.

Watching her come made him hard.

His free hand fumbled for the condom, trying to roll it on without holding himself steady.

The feel of his own fingers made it soften again.

A choked sound escaped his throat as his head fell back against the pillows.

“We don’t have to use it,” Meg offered, leaning down to kiss his lips. “I’ll take you bare.” She sucked on his bottom lip, sending tingles through him.

Meg had been the one to lecture him about using a condom. She preferred them.

“No, Meg,” Naz said against her lips.

She shuddered, squeezing around the fingers he pushed back inside her.

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