Stuck 21

Hi, FYI English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake in the text. Hope you enjoy!

________________________________

'Where is it? Damn it', I asked myself as I was searching through my roommate's belongings. I rummaged in the wardrobe, drawer by drawer. Through T-shirts, trousers, pajamas and underwear; that one that fit him so well and highlighted his big... Never mind, it must be somewhere.

At the bottom of the last drawer, in a corner, I found a little metal box. 'Bingo', I thought. In effect, there it was the thing that I had been looking for, I opened it and instantly felt the scent that every night seeped through my window into my room from his.

I borrowed a little bit and, with an ability that I wish I had in others necessities, a few minutes later, I was already smoking it. Indica or sativa? I was about to discover. I loved to mix it with tobacco so it would always go rough through my throat.

My mind started to wander watching the adornments that my roommate carefully set around the place. He is the one living here, but I'm the one smoking his things over his own bed, I felt bad for a moment, but I knew he wouldn't care, or so I believed.

The bedsheets emitted his fragrance and something warm inside me was awakening. I lay back for a moment, letting my thoughts drift...

Shit, I shouted when I glanced at the wall clock. He's about to arrive. Every time he left; I would sneak into his room. It had become second nature, a routine of sorts. But my movements were sluggish from what I'd smoked. I opened the guillotine-style window, which he'd recently mentioned was damaged. He had said he needed to ask the landlady to fix it, but I wasn't sure if he ever had.

As I tried to climb out, the safety mechanism broke, and the window slammed down on my back, knocking the air out of me. "SHIT!" I exclaimed, realizing I was stuck. No matter how hard I pulled, the window wouldn't budge even a miserable millimeter.

I froze when I heard the sound of keys jangling in the lock. Panic surged through me. My heart raced as I imagined the humiliation of being caught like this. 'FUCK,' I whispered, summoning all my remaining strength to free myself, but I failed pathetically. I had no choice but to remain there and face the inevitable.

"What the-?" maybe if I didn't move, he wouldn't notice me, would he? I heard the door closed behind me and the footsteps becoming stronger one after another. "I hope you have an excellent explanation for this"

"I'm sorry" was the only thing I was able to say.

"Is that all?" I heard him sniffing the air and suddenly rushed towards his wardrobe, until he found the little metal box. "Well, at least, you had the decency of taking just a small part"

"I'm deeply sorry. Please, help me get out of here"

"If you had asked me for a bit, I would've given you some without problems, but you have always liked to do things your way, this way" I felt a caress on the lower part of my back, the one part trapped inside. I went mute. It must've been my imagination.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I tried to pushed the window once more, but it felt like it was welded to the upper part.

"Do you really think that I don't know that you spend the time sneaking into my room when I'm away?" my blood ran cold. I froze, too ashamed to respond. His hand was still caressing my back, it wasn't my imagination at all.

"Please, let me go and I promise I won't do it again"

"Ha, no, no," he chuckled. "Now we are doing thing my way," and with a strong pull, he tugged my trousers all at once down to the floor. I squirmed at slight touch of the cool air flowing through the window against my bare skin. "You're not using underwear? How naughty"

"Stop it! You damn pervert"

"I have an entire computer folder filled with videos of you breaking into my room through the exact same window you're now stuck in"

"Videos? What videos?"

"A few months ago, I started feeling that something with my room was odd, like things were slightly moved or something like that. So, I decided to place a hidden camera that triggers with movement" he said as he stroked my butt cheek down to my folds. I tensed and squirmed. "What a surprise it was when I saw you entering my room. And what an even bigger surprise it was when I saw you doing it alone in my bed, smelling my clothes. And I'm the pervert here?"

Why couldn't I just die in this instant? I rather do that than face all of what was happening' All of my memories of me being in his room came to my mind in a flash, and that only made me feel more ashamed. So much, that I wasn't feeling the touch of his fingers around my wet entrance.

"Look at you. It looks like you're enjoying it. Because, you're not enjoying it, are you?" I couldn't refute such affirmation because, somehow, I was enjoying it. I thought my silence was enough answer, however it wasn't for him. I felt a sudden burning in my right butt cheek coming from a smack. I was able to stop an unyielding gasp ripping through my throat. A mix between surprise, a bit of pain, but, overall... excitement.

"Answer me" I heard behind me. He caressed my other buttock and got ready to smack it.

"No!" I shouted. "I am NOT enjoying it. So, get me out of here or..." I didn't dare to finish my empty threat. After all I did in his room and after everything he has witnessed, how am I supposed to find something to coerce him?

"Or what?" his finger went through my folds, collecting and then spreading my wetness everywhere until he reached my clit to caress it. "Come on, finish your threat"

Yet, all I could do was tremble under the pleasure that rocked my body. An abrupt pant I couldn't suppress alerted me of an unexpected invasion. I tried my best to look back and my eyes locked with his, a moment after I was able to see his arm hidden behind me.

He started moving his fingers slowly and calmly, in and almost out, extremely gentle, partly thanks to my body fluids.

"I'm still waiting for your answer" he said just to tease me more, he knew perfectly that I became mute once more. The only thing I could do was pant and biting my lips to prevent the moans from coming out of my mouth. Fuck, how was he so damn good?

I couldn't hold a sudden moan pushed out my throat as my body tensed. And that was the signal he was waiting for to know that should keep hammering that incredible and sweet spot.

"Shit, you're tightening so much I can barely move my fingers" he said while hitting again that place. Somehow, for what I didn't have time to discover, I felt another wave of pleasure came directly from my clit. And I started to losing it.

I hardly could hold the moans and pants, not even covering my mouth with my hand. If someone had had their window open, I'm sure they could have heard me. And, for some reason, that idea only fed that pleasant tension growing inside on me and getting ready to explode. I was getting close, really close, when I felt his fingers going out, but not back. I tried to complain with a pathetic cry.

"What's wrong? Were you expecting something else?" he said. And his words were accompanied by a spank that pushed back to the edge.

Then I heard him got on his knees and I felt his breath over my wet skin. I shivered and a moan escaped my lips the moment I felt his tongue on me. He was going painfully slow, but even just that was enough to get to the limit, however it was just that, the edge. I tried to grind my hips against him, against anything that would give the relief I desperately desired. After a few more strokes with his tongue, he said more to himself than to me:

"Okay, this will do" I heard his trousers falling on the floor.

"Please don't" I said. "If you put it in right now..."

"Telling me that, only makes me want to do it more eagerly" he said as I felt him right next to my entrance. "Fuck, I can feel you squirming even here outside. You want me that bad?"

I couldn't answer, and I wasn't given time to. I felt him breaching all the way inside me with a long and slowly tortuous thrust.

"Fu-ck" each syllable got stuck in my throat by a drowned gasp. And copying the same rhythms he made before with his fingers, he got out, but thrust back in harder, hitting that overstimulated spot. The moan that came out of me was the loudest and when I realized it, I caught through the metallic intermediate landing, -the one I used to sneak into my roommate's 'cause both of our windows were connected by that landing- behind I was hidden, some people raising their heads looking up searching for the sound's origin.

"Please, stop" I pleaded. "This is madness. People are looking at me"

"That's good" he said. "We. Shall. Show. Them. That. Naughty. Brats. Like. You. Must. Be. Put. In. Place." he emphasized every word with a hard thrust and I was losing it each time, covering my mouth with my hands to prevent all my naughty sound from coming out.

Then, I felt it. He touched me there; he touched and then rubbed my clit. And I couldn't hold it anymore. I felt my body

reaching and surpassing the edge. An orgasm exploded with such force that I couldn't hold my moans anymore. I just hadn't the brain space to care about people watching me.

"Oh, naughty boy" he said still thrusting in me and slapped me on one buttock "Keep squeezing me this tight"

"I-it's..." I managed to say between moan. "It's involuntary, you stupid"

"Ou, it seems you still have some guts after all" I felt his pace quickened as he started to pant. And I felt that same tension building up inside me again.

"Shut...up"

"Make m-" I squeezed as hard as I could. "Fuck, I'm so close, baby. And I want you to cum with me"

He reached out to my clit again and a I became a moaning mess once more. I was still shuddering from the last orgasm just to be this close to the next one.

"I... can't" I barely was able to make coherent sound. "Please..., don't stop"

"I... won't. I'm so close, baby" and after a brief moment he came as I did too. He thrust a few times more inside me and all I could do was to welcome them as I felt my orgasm was forced to last just a little more.

We stayed still like that for a whole minute trying to recover and a breath, or two. He came out of me and I shudder and gasped a weak moan. I then felt him by my side and in just an instant a I was freed from my imprisonment. I tried to straight up but my legs we're too weak I almost fell. Almost because I found myself between my roommate's strong arms.

He then whispered in my ear while helping me walk to his bed:

"You've still got a lot to make up to me" I bit my mouth's lower lip as I felt him growing hard again.