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My sleep was interrupted after just a few hours. My drowsy thoughts swirled as if trapped in a dense fog. The room was dark, but the faint moonlight seeping through the curtains allowed me to make out the shapes of the furniture. I blinked a few times, feeling the agonizing pull of needing to go to the bathroom yanking me out of sleep. My thoughts drifted back to the usual reality of Mike O'Connor: a guy who loves sitting at his computer, getting drunk with friends, and carelessly wasting life away. It felt like I was still at home, in my room, with Stephanie peacefully dozing on the other side of the bed. But my whole body ached from an uncomfortable position.
– Damn, – I muttered softly, propping myself up on one elbow and feeling something soft and heavy shift on my chest. Wait. What the hell? I looked down, but it was too dark to see anything. There was only the sensation of something... alive.
It wasn’t until I tried to sit up to toss off the blanket and head to the bathroom that it hit me. Something warm and heavy was resting on my chest, and behind me... behind me, something was pressing so insistently that my eyes shot wide open, like an owl’s.
– W-what the...?! – I stammered, trying to figure out what was going on. My body froze, my heart pounding as if I had just run a marathon. Something hard and hot was pressed against my lower back, pulsing with a faint rhythm. The realization struck me like a lightning bolt: Oh God, is that a dick?!
– Shit, just what I needed, – I whispered under my breath, trying to carefully slip out of his embrace. But as soon as I shifted slightly, his arm tightened around me. His face ended up right next to my neck, and I felt him inhale softly, almost unconsciously. His breath tickled my skin.
He moved slightly, and I felt his dick slide against the fabric of my panties. Everything inside me screamed: No! No! No! I tried to wriggle free, but the effort only pressed me tighter against his body, making me feel his hot chest—broad, solid, and so much larger than my slight frame.
– Polya... – he mumbled sleepily, his voice low, raspy, and disturbingly calm. His eyes stayed shut, but the hand resting on my breast squeezed a little tighter, and my breath hitched. He... he’s holding my boob! The realization came too late. His fingers slowly, almost lazily, kneaded the soft flesh as if doing it in his sleep.
– Hey! – I yelped, my voice coming out too loud and shrill, like I had suddenly turned into the heroine of a cheap romance movie. I clamped my mouth shut immediately, feeling his fingers shift slightly.
One of them, almost accidentally, brushed against my nipple, and my body betrayed me. A strange warmth spread through my lower abdomen, and my lips parted on their own:
– Ahhh... – A short, quiet, but terrifyingly feminine moan escaped my throat before I could stop it. It was like a jolt of electricity hit me. My breasts tensed, and my nipples became painfully sensitive, sending a searing sensation through me.
His hand moved slightly, and I felt his fingers graze my nipple again. My back arched involuntarily, and another muffled sound escaped me. It was strange, unnatural, and... for some reason, far too real.
I jerked, trying to free myself, but instead, I felt his hot, heavy dick behind me slide a little lower, pressing against my ass. My hips felt too wide, my breasts too sensitive. Even the warm breath on my neck made goosebumps spread across my skin. I was frozen.
– Marek, what the hell?! – My voice broke into a shrill squeak as I lunged forward, trying to escape his grasp. But he only held me tighter, mumbling something softly in Polish. My breathing became fast and shallow, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest. – Marek... hey... wake up!
My skin burned under the weight of his hand on my breast. Panic and shame washed over me like a tsunami. What the fuck? Why does it feel like this? Why is my body reacting like this?! Damn it, he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing!
But he didn’t wake up. His hand stayed on my breast, and his deep, steady breaths brushed against the back of my neck. I felt trapped. His warmth, the maddening closeness—it was driving me to the brink.
Okay. Calm down, I told myself, but calming down was impossible when my entire body seemed to have a mind of its own. My nipples stood stiff, the sensation undeniable yet something I didn’t want to acknowledge.
– Wake up! – I hissed louder, desperately trying to break free. But his hand only held me tighter, as if he were trying to lull me back to sleep even while unconscious.
– Polya... – he mumbled again, still clearly asleep. His voice was low and hoarse, but there was a softness to it that sent a shiver through me. – My Polya...
My eyes widened in horror. He’s muttering about me?! This wasn’t just a nightmare; it was the ultimate humiliation. My muscles tensed as I tried once more to slip free, but his hand slid lower, wrapping firmly around my waist. His hardness pressed even closer, and I felt heat rush to my face.
Breathe, Mike. Breathe. You’ve got to get out of this, I thought, barely suppressing the urge to scream. But what could I even say? How could I explain this? If he woke up now and saw me like this, reacting like this... Damn, I didn’t even want to think about it.
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. I needed to move slowly, no sudden movements, to avoid waking him. His hand on my waist was heavy, but I carefully began lifting it, shifting my hips slightly to lessen the contact with his... that. Every movement felt like an eternity, but I knew I had no other choice.
It’s just a night, I repeated to myself, freezing as a cold sweat ran down my back. Just one night. I’ll get through this. And then I’ll figure out a way out of here.