Chapter 103: His Fingers, My Downfall (18+)
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Girls had done this before...quick, fumbling motions in the dark, mainly just trying to get it over with. But, this was different.
Damien was exploring me, each of my reactions seeming like clues he intended to memorize. Panic surged hot and sharp in my chest. I shouldn’t like this, he saw us as nothing more than friends! But even as denial looped through my mind, my hips instinctively moved up into his grip, chasing the intense pleasure despite myself.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Damien murmured against my neck, pressing a kiss there that sent tingles across my skin.
"So thick and hard in my palm. Look at you, leaking like a faucet from just a little nipple play. I bet no one ever got you this worked up, did they? So responsive for me."
"I said shut up—ah—shit," I gasped, my voice breaking as he pumped faster, his fingers tightening enough to make my toes curl.
My free hand clutched the sheets beside me, knuckles turning white while the other stayed clamped on his arm, feeling the muscle flex as he worked me. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, the way his thumb pressed and circled the tip, the occasional squeeze at the base that made stars dance behind my eyelids.
His strokes grew firmer, faster, the wet sounds of his slick fist pumping my cock filling the room. Every glide was obscene, his thumb pressing and circling relentlessly under the head on every upstroke.
"Fuck, listen to how wet you are for me," Damien growled softly against my ear. "This cock knows exactly what it wants, doesn’t it? It’s throbbing so hard in my hand, leaking all over my fingers like it’s just begging me to ruin you."
I shook my head, gasping, but my hips kept chasing his grip. This couldn’t be real. I shouldn’t love hearing him talk like that!
"You’re gonna come so hard you forget your own name, baby," he continued, voice rough with possessiveness. "You’d like that wouldn’t you?"
My thighs trembled, my hips jerking in frantic little thrusts I couldn’t control.
God, this felt better than my own hands!
Damien’s breath was warm and steady against my ear, his body pressing close enough that I could feel the solid line of his own arousal against my hip.
He didn’t rush, maintaining that teasing rhythm, mixing long, languid strokes that had me whimpering with quicker, firmer pumps that left me gasping for air.
"That’s it, baby. Listen to those pretty sounds you’re making, trying so hard to stay quiet, but your cock’s throbbing in my hand like it’s begging for more." His voice was low and filthy, each word punctuated by another perfect stroke, his grip slick and relentless.
"You’re doing so well for me. Taking it just like you were meant to fall apart under my touch. So adorable, so wet... so eager. Come on, Oliver...let me hear you."
I shook my head, even as another broken moan escaped my lips, my back arching off the bed. Embarrassment clashed with relentless arousal, a comical horror twisting in my gut at how thoroughly I was losing control.
Adorable? He called me adorable while jerking me off like a pro. I should be pushing him away, laughing this off as some strange roommate prank, but instead, I’m holding onto him like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.
I bit down hard on my lip, trying to hold back the sounds pushing up my throat, but it was no use. A shaky exhale escaped, morphing into a mortifying whimper as he twisted his wrist just right on the next stroke, applying more pressure around the sensitive head.
"Damn," Damien murmured against my neck, pressing a kiss there that made my skin tingle.
His strokes gradually quickened, the slick sounds of his hand working over my cock amplifying my embarrassment.
The pressure tightened in my core, his hand never wavering...long strokes pulling me right to the edge, then teasing enough to leave me whining in frustration before building it back up.
"You’re close, aren’t you?" he encouraged, his voice dropping to that intimate tone that made my chest ache. "I can feel it, the way you’re pulsing, getting slicker. Let go for me, Oliver. I’ve got you. I want to see you come apart in my hand."
This... this man had zero shame!
Finally, the edging broke, and the orgasm hit me with overwhelming force. Pleasure surged in powerful waves as I spilled hot and messy across his fingers, my cock twitching hard with each pulse.
My hips moved erratically, chasing the last bits of friction as he stroked me through it, gentling his touch but not stopping until I was spent and trembling.
My orgasm crashing through me in heavy, pulsing waves...once, twice, three intense spasms that made my vision tunnel and my whole body shake uncontrollably.
Thick ropes of cum spilled over Damien’s fist, landing hot on my stomach and splattering his wrist as he kept stroking me through it, drawing out every last shudder.
A smaller, oversensitive wave hit right after, forcing a broken whimper from my throat as my cock twitched weakly in his grip.
Even as the pleasure dragged me under, panic flickered through the haze. I just came all over Damien! Harder than I ever have in my life!
Damien finally slowed, but he didn’t pull away immediately. He lifted his cum-slick fingers to his mouth and licked them clean with lazy, strokes, eyes half-lidded as he watched my horrified reaction with glee.
I was so stunned by the whole...uh... event, that I could barely speak!
Did he just...?
Yeah...there was no way this guy was straight.
Then he grabbed the towel, gently cleaning my skin before pulling me close. He tucked my face into the crook of his neck, one hand stroking slow, soothing patterns up and down my back while the other threaded gently through my damp hair.
"That’s it... good boy," he whispered, pressing soft kisses to my temple. "You did so well for me. So perfect."
Exhausted and still trembling, my hand unconsciously fisted the front of his shirt, clinging to him like I was afraid he’d disappear. My mind spun in dizzy circles, but my body melted into his warmth, already craving more even as denial screamed at me to stop.
I just came harder than ever... from Damien’s hands, I couldn’t believe it! What the hell does that mean?
I don’t know about anyone else, but friends or roommates don’t fucking do things like this!
Or do they...?
Eventually, Damien’s hand stilled, but he kept me close, whispering soft praises and planting lazy kisses along my jaw as he cleaned us up with a towel.
"There you go," he said, sounding satisfied yet unexpectedly tender. "Just breathe, I’ve got you...you can fall asleep now."
He pulled me against his chest, wrapping his arm around me possessively, murmuring sweet nonsense until my breathing calmed and exhaustion pulled me toward sleep.
I lay there panting, my body feeling weak and completely overwhelmed, the line between "just friends" and something riskier completely shattered.
My skin still buzzed where he’d touched me, and even though I was exhausted, a frightening want stirred deep inside.