said.
Megan didn't really care what their friends thought. And Simon could shove it, for all she cared. With Peter's belt finally free, she moved on to the button while he continued his train of thought.
"How do you feel about keeping this just between us?"
"Fine," Megan growled. Fuck. Why did he want to negotiate terms? They could talk after. "It's none of their business anyway."
But Peter was persistent. He just wouldn't let it drop. "I mean, not keep it a secret in a bad way. Things are complicated since I work with your brother. I'm not sure it would be a good idea to broadcast our private arrangement. How do you feel about that?"
She felt there was too much talking and not enough naked. Megan abandoned the buttons and pulled his shirt over his head to remedy that situation, raking her teeth along his collarbone. She wasn't a poet, but Megan wanted to write a sonnet about the erotic nature of that spot.
"Meg, I'm serious. We need to talk about this before things go too far."
She huffed and slipped out of her shorts, tossing them on the floor. "I said I was okay with it. What else do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know?" he said, looking a little perplexed by her frustration. "Is there anything you think we need to add?"
She was done with the conversation and wanted to move things along. "We're friends and I want to stay that way. Just be honest with me," she said and pushed him onto his back. Benny yelped and scurried to his mat on the floor. Megan used Peter's prone position to her advantage and licked up his firm abs to his nipple. She swirled her tongue around the peak and said, "If you're not into something I do, say so," right before she bit.
"Fuck! Don't do that."
"That's exactly what I mean. Be open about what you don't like and what you want."
"You're not talking about all that kinky shit you write, are you?" Peter grabbed her shoulders and rolled her, pinning her against the bed. "Because I'm not sure how I feel about that. Some of those things in your books are really messed up. That fig thing with the butt plug. No, thanks."
"Aw, Peter, I didn't think you read my books," she teased. Peter didn't answer, but he didn't have to. She knew he was reading them. "Don't worry, I'm not into that stuff. Well, not most of it. I just want us to keep talking. That's the beauty of our arrangement. There's no need to pretend or fake our way through this. We both should get exactly what we need out of it. Right?"
She rocked her hips, dragging her bare sex against the head of his cock. Peter sucked in a breath at the contact. She did it again, appreciating the way he responded to her touch. The feeling of power over him was heady. She got even wetter just thinking about all the things she wanted to do with him.
"Enough," he hissed, dragging her arms above her head and pinning both her wrists in one hand. Peter moved his lips along her neck, teeth nipping her skin, before pausing beside her ear. "I'm not letting things get out of control this time," he whispered. "It's my turn."
He tore open the condom she'd left on the bed and moved to put it on. Megan shifted her hips, more than ready for him. But instead of taking her, Peter moved his free hand between them and teased her opening. His soft touch grew bold, stroking the slippery wetness, thumbing the hard peak of her clit until she was writhing beneath him. Megan liked being in control, but there was something wickedly tantalizing about the feel of Peter's hands pinning her to the bed while he explored her body.
He continued to tease and stroke, his weight pressing her into the mattress until she was closing to coming. But instead of pushing her over the edge with those magic fingers of his, Peter grabbed her hip, pinning her in place, and entered her in one swift move.
His movements were deep and frenzied, as though he was starved, and only her touch could satiate him. He lost his grip on her wrists, fisting the covers next to her head. Megan moved to cup
Megan didn't really care what their friends thought. And Simon could shove it, for all she cared. With Peter's belt finally free, she moved on to the button while he continued his train of thought.
"How do you feel about keeping this just between us?"
"Fine," Megan growled. Fuck. Why did he want to negotiate terms? They could talk after. "It's none of their business anyway."
But Peter was persistent. He just wouldn't let it drop. "I mean, not keep it a secret in a bad way. Things are complicated since I work with your brother. I'm not sure it would be a good idea to broadcast our private arrangement. How do you feel about that?"
She felt there was too much talking and not enough naked. Megan abandoned the buttons and pulled his shirt over his head to remedy that situation, raking her teeth along his collarbone. She wasn't a poet, but Megan wanted to write a sonnet about the erotic nature of that spot.
"Meg, I'm serious. We need to talk about this before things go too far."
She huffed and slipped out of her shorts, tossing them on the floor. "I said I was okay with it. What else do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know?" he said, looking a little perplexed by her frustration. "Is there anything you think we need to add?"
She was done with the conversation and wanted to move things along. "We're friends and I want to stay that way. Just be honest with me," she said and pushed him onto his back. Benny yelped and scurried to his mat on the floor. Megan used Peter's prone position to her advantage and licked up his firm abs to his nipple. She swirled her tongue around the peak and said, "If you're not into something I do, say so," right before she bit.
"Fuck! Don't do that."
"That's exactly what I mean. Be open about what you don't like and what you want."
"You're not talking about all that kinky shit you write, are you?" Peter grabbed her shoulders and rolled her, pinning her against the bed. "Because I'm not sure how I feel about that. Some of those things in your books are really messed up. That fig thing with the butt plug. No, thanks."
"Aw, Peter, I didn't think you read my books," she teased. Peter didn't answer, but he didn't have to. She knew he was reading them. "Don't worry, I'm not into that stuff. Well, not most of it. I just want us to keep talking. That's the beauty of our arrangement. There's no need to pretend or fake our way through this. We both should get exactly what we need out of it. Right?"
She rocked her hips, dragging her bare sex against the head of his cock. Peter sucked in a breath at the contact. She did it again, appreciating the way he responded to her touch. The feeling of power over him was heady. She got even wetter just thinking about all the things she wanted to do with him.
"Enough," he hissed, dragging her arms above her head and pinning both her wrists in one hand. Peter moved his lips along her neck, teeth nipping her skin, before pausing beside her ear. "I'm not letting things get out of control this time," he whispered. "It's my turn."
He tore open the condom she'd left on the bed and moved to put it on. Megan shifted her hips, more than ready for him. But instead of taking her, Peter moved his free hand between them and teased her opening. His soft touch grew bold, stroking the slippery wetness, thumbing the hard peak of her clit until she was writhing beneath him. Megan liked being in control, but there was something wickedly tantalizing about the feel of Peter's hands pinning her to the bed while he explored her body.
He continued to tease and stroke, his weight pressing her into the mattress until she was closing to coming. But instead of pushing her over the edge with those magic fingers of his, Peter grabbed her hip, pinning her in place, and entered her in one swift move.
His movements were deep and frenzied, as though he was starved, and only her touch could satiate him. He lost his grip on her wrists, fisting the covers next to her head. Megan moved to cup
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