Touch Me Deeper

Chapter One- Midnight pleasure

It’s four in the morning when Arnold wakes up.

The room feels much hotter than it had when he fell asleep last night, and the blanket that once kept him nice and warm has now started to suffocate the pores of his skin. Small beads of sweat decorate his forehead and the upper half of his body. His breath comes out in heavy exhales as if he has just finished running a mile.

He starts to wonder if he's running a fever, sitting up intending to searching for the thermometer. But a slight twitch between his legs makes him pause, and he quickly peeks under the blanket to confirm his new suspicion. His boxers do a rather pitiful job at hiding his erection, the tip of his c**k pushing against the fabric as if threatening to force its way through.

Arnold sighs, allowing himself to slowly fall back onto the bed. Morning wood has always been a frequent occurrence for him, and he’s fallen into the pattern of using one of three methods to deal with it. He could either take a cold shower to cool himself off, ignore it and go back to sleep, or just take care of it directly.

Since he still has several more hours before he has to get up, he opts for the second option, leaving his side of the blanket below his waist and letting his eyes fall shut.

Only three minutes pass before he’s getting up again. It doesn’t take much for him to realize that all attempts to simply ignore his hard-on would quickly prove futile. His only choice left is to find some way to relieve himself before he can go back to sleep. Just before he can start to reach into his boxers, his eyes drift over to the phone placed on the table across him. “Should I call her?”, he asked himself.

‘f**k it', he curses himself after 5 minute deep thinkings and gets up from his bed. Without having a second thought, he leaves his house and within less than a minute founds himself standing before her apartment.

Well, this was one of the biggest benefits of living next to the girl he loved, or the girl with whom he’s friends with benefits with.

He pressed the doorbell. No response. Obviously, who would be awake at 4 in the morning to respond to him.

Arnold signed and unlocked the door himself. He knew the password, Rose had told him, for just in case something happens.

Lucky, he thinks to himself. The solution to his current dilemma lies no further than a few inches away. “Rose…?” he whispers in an almost inaudible voice. “You awake, baby…?” It’s more of a rhetorical question than anything else. No sane person would willingly be awake at such an hour. As he expects, his question is returned with silence.

For a moment, he contemplates waking her up and asking her to help him, but he stops himself just before his outstretched hand can make it to your shoulder. He can’t bring himself to do it, not when she was tucked so cutely under the covers and sleeping so peacefully. Then, he starts to get an idea. Maybe he doesn’t have to wake her up to help him resolve his problem.

Perhaps he could just sneak in between her legs, use the soft flesh of her thighs to get him off. Or possibly he could even go a step further, slowly inch his way between her sweet folds until he’s right up against her p***y. Perhaps he could… Maybe… Once again, he’s cutting his ideas short before he can get carried away. Guilt tugs harshly at his chest for even thinking of such a thing.

How would Rose feel, waking up from what was supposed to be a peaceful rest only to find him buried to the hilt inside her as if it were nothing more than a f**k toy to him?

He already felt ashamed of himself, figuring that the outcome of getting caught wouldn’t be a good one. Until suddenly, he remembers what she had said to him not too long ago. “You know… Just in case you were wondering… If you want to use me while I’m sleeping, next time… I wouldn’t really mind it…” Rose had drawled out sleepily the first time she caught him trying to resolve his morning wood.

He blinked confused, furrowing his eyebrows as he tilted his head. “I- are you sure…? Won’t it catch you off guard?” “Maybe it might,” she giggled, rolling over to replace his hand with her own. “But I think I’d like it if it were you… Would be kind of hot to be woken up by your c-ck, actually…”

Truth be told, Arnold isn’t exactly sure which parts of his memory actually happened and which parts his mind has simply decided to fill in with what he wants to hear. But as he hesitantly leans over and reaches out, slowly peeling away the blanket from her body, he gets exactly the confirmation he needs.

All that cover her figure was a super loose white tank top and a pair of light purple shorts. The already thin straps of her tank top are barely holding on to her shoulders, little more than one small movement away from dropping completely. The front of her chest isn’t much better off, her n*****s threatening to poke out from the low, wide neckline with every rise and fall of her chest.

Her shorts are hardly long enough to even be considered shorts, riding so far up your thighs that they could easily be mistaken for panties by anyone else. And if Arnold shifted his position down by even a few inches, he can see the lower half of her ass peeking out from underneath, taunting him and daring him to come get what he knows he wants. Very little is left up to imagination, though he wouldn’t have needed it anyway.

That moment, he comes to the conclusion that Rose was absolutely okay with him using her to get himself off. Why else would she wear something so loose, so tantalizing, so seductive in the middle of the night when she is simply going to sleep? Why else would she shift closer to him when he gently trails his fingers up and down her arm? Why else would her thighs subconsciously part when his hand makes its way into your shorts, searching for the heat between her legs?

Arnold lets himself be a little more bold with his actions, pressing a finger against her c**t and rubbing small circles against the bud. His breath catches in his throat the same time he hears her breath stagger. Stilling his finger, Arnold quickly glances over at her to see if he’s already woken her up. Rose's eyes remain closed, expression showing no sign of wakefulness as her breathing soon returns to its normal pace.

He sighs quietly, reminding himself that Rose was the one who brought it up first, that she was totally okay for Arnold to do whatever he wants to do with her whenever he needed her. Slowly, he resumes his actions, circling her c**t with just a bit more pressure. Rose’s breath hitches again, but he doesn’t stop this time, continuing his movement until he starts to feel something wet pooling near his fingers. He dips his hand lower towards her cunt, gathering some of her slick and spreading it along your c**t.

“f**k… even when you’re asleep, you still get so soaked for me, huh?” he murmurs mostly to himself. Although Rose still remained asleep, her body inches closer to him in response as a soft sigh sneaks out from between her lips. He can’t help but chuckle quietly at that, gently pulling his fingers away from her and examining the clear fluid that coats them. “Don’t worry, baby, I’mma take good care of the both of us, yeah?”

Arnold hooks his fingers under the band of Rose's shorts, tugging them down until they’ve passed her knees. And when he pulls down his bottoms, he nearly curses at how much harder he’s gotten, the tip of his c**k tinted mad red and dripping hungrily with pre-c*m. He presses himself against the soft flesh of her ass, groaning softly as he grinds his hips into yours. “God… I really need you right now..” Arnold whispers. “Wanna f”ck you so bad…”, he whispers again.

“f**k me than, what’ stopping you?”.

Hearing that from nowhere gave Arnold a sudden wave of shivers but the next minute he had Rose pinned to bed and his lips just a milometer apart from her plump ones. He was about to kiss her but just then the bedroom door peaked open. Arnold couldn't believe what the man he hated the most was doing there. He looked at Rose right in the eyes, questions screaming for answers. Rose eyes gleamed pure innocence but Arnold was unable to accept that.

“How dare you!", He hissed.