Help Me Get My Vibrator Out [Roommate] [M27/F22] [Fingering] [Overstimulation] Part 2

"What do you mean 'take a while?'" I squirmed under his touch, suddenly horrified. I might die if I have to hold in my cum. Henry blinked as if it was the simplest task getting my bullet vibrator out of me. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of my roommate; cumming once on him was already wild enough. If we have to do this for more than ten minutes...

"I mean, do you feel my fingers pushing inside of you?" His voice was low, casual. "It's tight." He curled up inside of me and I flinched, bed creaking in the process. "And just not wet enough." Henry clicked his tongue disapprovingly, watching his thick fingers disappear between my folds. "Do you not jerk off often or something?"

I resisted a look of bewilderment, not wanting to expose my sexual routine to the guy I've only shared an apartment with for seven months. "I just don't like using dildos," I quickly answered, trying to sound casual, just like him. He raised a brow. If he can be cool with it, so can I--right?

"I think it might be easier if you lie on your chest." Henry rose up from the floor, wet fluid dripping from his fingers. "I promise I'll do my best to take it out fast."

My insides felt empty without his fingers, vibrator still pulsing inside of me. I gulped with a nod and reluctantly rolled onto my stomach. This was so dirty, and unnecessary. But I couldn't resist the arousal building up in me. Was he feeling this too? Craning my neck, I watched as he lifted up my ass, warm hands propping my knees up on the edge of the bed.

"Hm...tell me, what gets you off?" He asked, pretending to analyze my glistening pussy. Henry slid a hand down my spine, forcing me to arch my back further.

"What?"

"I need to know how to make you as wet as possible. You know, so the vibrator slides out easier."

I blinked.

What a load of bullshit. He was enjoying this, wasn't he? Despite that neutral expression on his face, he was enjoying this. We weren't kids, and I wasn't a saint. He was going the extra mile in making me feel good.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Henry must have caught on to my realization with my furrowed brows and calculated eyes. "Are you enj--" Without warning, his slid his ring and middle finger into my pussy, his other hand stroking and gripping my ass.

The vibrator hummed in satisfaction and I bit back a gasp. I could feel him twist his hand, positioning it so his thumb could rub my clit in the process. "There we go, it's getting wetter. You hear that?" He praised quietly, and I tried my best to ignore the lewd sounds forming in the room.

"Just get the damn vibrator," I choked out, my walls clenching against his fingers. Don't cum. Don't cum on his fingers again. Don't, I repeated in my head, channeling all my core strength.

He hummed, gaze burning into my arched back. "Let me see..."

Don't cum-- A sudden jolt snapped me out of my concentrated chant. Henry was pushing the vibrator back and forth with his fingertips. "Henry," I urgently called out his name, warning him to stop. His grip on my ass was tight and I couldn't escape properly.

"The silicone is making it hard to get a good grasp at it," my roommate explained, pumping his fingers in deeper. "I think I almost got it though. Just stay still." I couldn't even speak. My face was pressed against the pillow, sweaty with pleasure. The knot in my stomach was coming undone as he continued circling and rotating inside of me. "Almost..."

Don't cum. Don't cum. Don't cum--

As if he knew, Henry suddenly thrusted his fingers in all the way and I could feel the vibrator jolt my insides.

Oh no.

My pussy throbbed and my clit twitched against his thumb. That familiar release tingled in my stomach. I couldn't hold it in. Not after that. It felt too good. "I'm cumming," I whimpered out, moans slipping through my lips. I tried to move. "Just hold on and don't--"

Henry leaned forward, thick fingers moving faster, harder, slapping against my ass. "Hm? What did you say? You're sounding a little muffled." He feigned a frown. "Everything okay? I hope I'm not hurting you." I tried to speak, but nothing could come out. It was too fucking good. Everytime I opened my mouth, he would shove it in again and send the vibrator straight to my cervix. "Your pussy's just so tight and warm. I have to make sure I'm taking care of you properly, okay?" His voice was laced with amusement, false-pity.

That jackass was doing this on purpose.

I never expected my reserved roommate to cave towards his desires, towards me. Henry's words had me spiraling, hips bucking against his fingers as I desperately tried to ride my high, also caving to the pleasure. I moaned into my pillow, feeling as if the vibrator was a part of me now. He grunted against the firm hold of my pussy.

"Oh my God," I scrambled out the words, eyes watering. That was the best orgasm I've had in weeks. My eyes fluttered shut, trying to control my racing heart.

"It looks like fingering isn't going to help you."

My ass was still up in the air, swinging slightly from exhsustion. "What?" My head was so fuzzy and satisfied after cumming that I almost didn't hear the sound of fabric unzipping.

Grounding myself, I turned around, back against my bed as I watched Henry tug down his boxers. A warm heat spread between my thighs.

"Only if it's okay with you," Henry rasped. His casual facade was crumbling; his tone held a hint of desperation and hunger. "Let my cock stretch you out." My eyes trailed to his erection, tight against his dark underwear, begging to be released. "Yeah?" He tried to hold back the impatience on his tongue when my response was silence.

This wasn't about getting the vibrator out of me anymore. My pussy ached for him.

"Okay."