Chapter 6: I Pretended To Be Asleep II

The gasp that escaped his lips was like a guy in a desperate darkened room that needed a release, involuntary, laced with raw hunger. Bella’s heart hammered against her ribs, a wild drumbeat that echoed in her ears as she felt the full length of his erection pressing insistently against her ass through the thin barriers of their clothes. It was hot, throbbing, impossibly hard, and the way it twitched at the contact sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core. Oh god, he’s huge, she thought, her mind reeling in a haze of shock and illicit thrill. I can feel every ridge, every vein pulsing against me. What am I doing? This is insane—I don’t even know who he is. But fuck, it feels so good. My body’s on fire, betraying me completely. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle any sound, her pretend sleep a fragile mask as arousal flooded her veins like molten lava.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, after that frozen moment of surprise, his hand on her pussy resumed its tormenting rhythm, fingers circling her clit with renewed confidence. The fabric of her panties was soaked now, clinging to her swollen folds, and each stroke sent waves of pleasure rippling through her. He’s not stopping, Bella realized, a mix of panic and excitement churning in her gut. He thinks I’m asleep, or maybe he doesn’t care. Either way, I’m dripping for him. My clit is aching, throbbing under his touch—it’s like he knows exactly how to play me. She fought the urge to arch back further, to grind against that delicious hardness, but her body had other ideas. Subtly, under the guise of a sleepy shift, she pressed her ass more firmly against him, feeling his cock nestle perfectly between her cheeks. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her back, making her nipples harden into tight peaks against her tank top.

His free hand joined the fray, sliding up under her shirt to cup one of her breasts. His palm was rough, calloused—maybe from work or the gym—and the contrast against her soft skin made her shiver. He kneaded gently at first, thumb brushing over her nipple, teasing it into a stiff bud that begged for more. Yes, touch me there, her mind screamed silently, even as rational thoughts flickered like dying embers. This is wrong—so fucking wrong. What if he turns out to be some creep from the party? But oh, his fingers… they’re magic. Pinching just right, sending sparks down to my pussy. I’m so wet, I can feel it trickling down my thighs. She let out a faint, feigned sleepy sigh, parting her legs a bit more to grant him better access, her body screaming for escalation while her mind whispered warnings she ignored.

He took the invitation. With a deft movement, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and shorts, tugging them down just enough to expose her bare pussy to the cool air of the room. The sudden exposure made her clit pulse with need, and when his fingers returned now skin on skin—she nearly lost her composure. He dipped into her wetness, coating his digits before sliding one inside her, slow and deliberate. Fuck, he’s inside me, Bella thought, her inner walls clenching around the intrusion greedily. So thick, stretching me just a little—god, it’s been too long since anyone’s touched me like this. I can feel every knuckle, every slide in and out. My pussy’s gripping him, pulling him deeper. She wiggled again, this time more blatantly, her ass rubbing against his cock in a slow grind that drew another gasp from him.

His breathing grew ragged, hot against the back of her neck as he added a second finger, curling them to hit that sensitive spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping into her filled the room—obscene, rhythmic, driving her insane. I’m going to come if he keeps this up, she panicked internally, pleasure coiling tight in her belly like a spring ready to snap. But I can’t—not yet. Have to stay ‘asleep.’ Pretend it’s all a dream. But it’s not; it’s real, and it’s making me so horny I can barely think. His cock against my ass… I want it. Need it filling me instead of his fingers. Her hips rocked back involuntarily, seeking more friction, and she felt him freeze for a second before his hips bucked forward, grinding his erection harder against her.

Emboldened, he withdrew his fingers leaving her aching and empty—and she heard the rustle of fabric as he freed himself. His cock sprang free, hot and thick, slapping against her bare ass cheek. Holy shit, it’s even bigger than I thought, Bella’s mind raced, a thrill of fear-laced desire shooting through her. This was it, skin to skin, pre-cum smearing on my skin, so slick. He’s going to fuck me. Right here, while I ‘sleep.’ This is twisted, but god, I want it. My pussy’s clenching on nothing, begging to be filled. He positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging at her entrance, teasing her slick folds. He rubbed it up and down, coating himself in her juices, the sensation making her toes curl and her breath hitch.

Then, with agonizing slowness, he pushed in. The stretch was exquisite—burning at first as her tight walls accommodated his girth, inch by throbbing inch. Oh fuck, he’s splitting me open, she thought, biting the inside of her cheek to keep silent. So thick, filling every part of me. I can feel the veins pulsing inside, dragging against my walls. Deeper… yes, hit that spot. My body’s on fire, tingling from head to toe. He bottomed out with a low grunt, buried to the hilt, his balls pressing against her. For a moment, he stayed still, as if savoring the heat of her around him, and Bella’s mind spun. He’s so deep—I can feel him in my stomach. Pulsing, hot, making me feel so full. This stranger’s cock is inside me, and I’m pretending to sleep through it. What kind of slut does that make me? But it feels too good to stop. I need him to move.

As if reading her thoughts, he began to thrust—slow at first, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, the friction building a delicious pressure. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure radiating from her core, her clit grinding against the sheets with every movement. Yes, fuck me like that, her inner voice moaned. Harder—god, I want it harder. His hips slapping against my ass, the wet smack echoing. My pussy’s squeezing him, milking every inch. Nipples aching, breasts bouncing with each thrust. He picked up speed, one hand gripping her hip for leverage, the other returning to her breast, pinching her nipple in time with his pumps. The bed creaked softly under them, but the party noise downstairs masked it, adding to the forbidden thrill.

Bella’s arousal climbed higher, her body responding despite her feigned slumber. She arched her back slightly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, feeling him go even deeper. I’m close—so fucking close, she thought desperately. His cock’s hitting my g-spot perfectly, over and over. Pressure building, like a wave about to crash. I can smell us—sex and sweat, musky and intoxicating. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, breath hot on her neck as he nipped at her earlobe. The added sensation pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm hit like a freight train—waves of ecstasy crashing through her, her walls spasming around his cock in rhythmic pulses. Coming… oh god, I’m coming so hard, her mind blanked out in bliss. Stars exploding, body shaking—have to stay quiet, but fuck, it’s intense. Squeezing him tight, feeling him throb inside.

He felt her climax, her pussy clenching like a vice, and it spurred him on. His thrusts turned erratic, harder, chasing his own release. He’s going to come inside me, Bella realized through the haze, a fresh wave of heat flooding her. Filling me up—hot cum painting my walls. Do I want that? Yes… god yes. Make me yours, stranger. With a muffled groan into her hair, he buried himself deep one last time, his cock swelling before unleashing ropes of cum inside her. She felt every spurt—warm, thick, flooding her depths, mixing with her own juices. So much… overflowing, trickling out. His body tense against mine, shuddering in release. It’s dirty, risky, but so fucking hot.

They lay there panting, his cock softening inside her, but he didn’t pull out right away. Bella’s mind slowly cleared, post-orgasm glow mixing with dawning reality. What just happened? I let a stranger fuck me while pretending to sleep. Felt incredible—every thrust, every touch. But now… who is he? Do I turn around? Or keep pretending? The tension lingered, her body sated but her thoughts swirling in a cocktail of satisfaction and uncertainty.

As the minutes stretched, he finally withdrew, the loss leaving her feeling empty. He tucked himself away, but instead of leaving, he spooned closer, his arm draping over her waist possessively. He’s staying? Bella wondered, her pulse quickening again. Does he know I’m awake? Or is this part of the fantasy? God, my pussy’s still tingling, cum leaking out. I should say something… but what if I don’t? What if this isn’t over? The room fell into a charged silence, her body humming with aftershocks, mind racing with the possibilities of what might come next if she kept up the pretense.

But curiosity won. Slowly, feigning a sleepy stir, she rolled over to face him—and her eyes widened in the dim light. It was him: the tall stranger from the party, the one with the dark hair and piercing eyes who’d been watching her all day. He smirked, not asleep at all, his gaze locking onto hers. “Knew you weren’t sleeping,” he whispered, voice husky with satisfaction. “Want round two?”

Bella’s breath caught, arousal flickering back to life. Fuck, he’s gorgeous up close. And he knows. This changes everything… but I’m already wet again. She didn’t answer with words—instead, she pulled him in for a kiss, her body igniting once more.

From there, the night dissolved into a blur of heated exploration. He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide to admire the mess he’d made—cum glistening on her thighs, her pussy swollen and inviting. “Look at you, all creamy and ready,” he murmured, dipping his head to taste her. His tongue lapped at her clit, swirling through their combined fluids, the sensation making her arch off the bed. His mouth… so hot, sucking my clit like that. Tasting us—it’s filthy, but oh god, it’s making me drip more. She threaded her fingers through his hair, guiding him as he tongue-fucked her, delving deep to clean every drop.

When she came again shuddering, crying out softly—he climbed up her body, his cock hard once more. He entered her in one smooth thrust, the angle allowing him to hit even deeper. Filling me completely—stretching, pounding, her thoughts fragmented as he fucked her missionary style, their eyes locked. I can see the lust in his gaze, feel his muscles flexing under my hands. Breasts bouncing, nipples rubbing against his chest. Building again… so sensitive from before.

He didn’t hold back, slamming into her with rhythmic force, the bedframe protesting. Her third orgasm milked him dry, his second load joining the first inside her. Overflowing now—warm, sticky, marking me. They switched positions—she rode him, grinding her clit against his pelvis, controlling the pace. His cock curving just right, hitting every spot. Hands on my hips, guiding me. Coming again… endless.

By dawn, bodies slick with sweat, the room reeking of sex, Bella collapsed beside him, sated and sore. Best night ever, she thought drowsily. Who knew pretending to sleep could lead to this? As sleep finally claimed her—for real this time, she knew this was just the beginning.