brave, she ran a hand across her breast and pinched a nipple. "Because I'm getting off, with or without you. You can either watch or you can—"
She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence. His nostrils flared in anger and his lips crashed into hers. It wasn't like the questioning kiss from earlier. It was aggressive and possessive. He sucked on her lower lip, using his teeth, and pulled her down hard against his entire length.
Not one to waste an opportunity, she returned the favor. Everything went a little fuzzy around the edges. The kiss was equal parts teasing and rough, tongues sliding and teeth nipping. But when he moved his hands to her bare skin, everything came into sharp focus, and she was convinced if he stopped she'd spontaneously combust.
"This better not be a tease," she said, arching into his touch. Warmth spread down her spine, pooling between her legs, and it was quite possible she'd be able to come if he just touched her right—
"Fuck. What are we doing?" Peter ran his thumb across her nipple. She gasped and a shiver ran through her. "We shouldn't do this."
"Stop talking. You're overthinking it." Growing bold, Megan slipped her hand between them to cup his cock and gave a firm squeeze. "Now, am I going to have to get off by grinding myself against your leg or are you going to do something with this?"
Peter knew he should have told her to stop. It wasn't right. He should have pushed Megan away, not slid his hand into her bra. But there was no way that was going to happen now. Not with her hand pressing his dick and that sexy purring sound she was making.
This was insane. There was no other explanation. The realization that, after all these years, his best friend was mostly naked, unbuckling his pants, was crazy. He needed a minute to catch his breath, a moment to come back to reality, but she didn't give it to him.
Meg had made her way into his slacks and was rubbing her thumb down the length of him when he finally gave up any pretense. There was no more rational thought after that. Nothing more than the knowledge that Peter wanted her. Period.
As he fumbled with his pants, Meg slid the flimsy thing she called underwear off. She was back before he could come to his senses, up on her knees, straddling him. This put her lovely breasts at the perfect position to sample. As if reading his mind, she arched, putting the luscious mounds on display. Without hesitation, he took one of the stiff peaks into his mouth, sucking through the lace, and was rewarded with a little gasp.
Meg shivered in his arms and curled her fingers in his hair, pinning him in place. Her skin was salty on his tongue and he pushed away the fabric to get to the prize. The more intense sensation of his mouth on her sensitive skin caused Meg to rock against his hard dick, coating him with her wetness. Normally he'd build to the moment, but they'd already had fifteen years of foreplay. She was ready and he couldn't wait a second longer.
He pulled away just long enough to move her hips and slam into her. Peter sucked in a breath as he embedded himself fully, and fuck did it feel good. A sweet, hot explosion of raw sensation.
"We're not stopping now," she hissed and lifted up enough to rock back down again. "If you even think about it, I swear I'll gouge your eyes out right here. Now fuck me."
Using his shoulders as leverage, she began rocking her hips against him, and he damn near lost it. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. He wanted to take things slow, but the whole scene had him off his game. The sweet smell of Meg's skin mingled with sex, the rawness of her voice, and the familiar, mischievous golden eyes hooded with passion—all of it pushed him over the edge. It only took a few minutes before he'd reached his breaking point. And when she threw her head back, screaming out her release, he exploded.
She was the first to move, sliding off his lap and gathering her