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“Feels good, yeah?” The question was husky, his breath sending a shiver down your form. You braced yourself, hands flat against the wall of the broom closet. His weight against your back had your feeling unsteady, knees already fit to give out. It was not at all unwelcomed though, his arm taught around your abdomen keeping the two of you steady. His hand splayed on your stomach pressing into you, made the feeling of him, filling you so pleasantly, so deliciously apparent.
“Yeah-fuck yes!” The way you were squealing as you took him was nothing short of embarrassing. You knew that. He hardly seemed to mind it though. If anything it seemed like the noises he drew out of you, each lewder than the last, spurred him on. His grip shifted, hand moving from your tummy to your hip. He pulled you close, reveling in your warmth.
“That’s good-Ha-You are so tight, you gonna cum for me, pretty lady?”
You nodded, jumping at the feeling of his free hand gliding down your side. His touch was feather light, in direct opposition with the way that his cock stretched you, with little concern for the way that it made your legs quiver.
His hand dipped down over the curve or your belly, forcing out the lightest laugh, and lower still, to your inner thigh and then-
The pressure of his fingers, parting your swollen lips to toy with your clit was more than welcomed.
“Come on then honey, keep your word. Cum on my-”
The narrator regarded the two of them strangely. Of course they’d no clue he was watching. He’d made his grandiose show of leaving them to their misguided supply closet fascination ages ago. Thirty minutes, if he recalled correctly. And what a long thirty minutes it had been. He’d nearly forgotten what it felt like to be so utterly alone. To not have anyone to relay the ever running stream of consciousness to. It was only natural then, that he'd gone looking for the two. At the very least, to make sure they hadn't keeled over.
The sight he'd stumbled upon was foreign, alien even.
His eyes landed squarely on where the two of you were joined. To say the sight was anything short of erotic would have been contemptuous. To be honest, and despite how jarring it all was, He found himself more affixed by the sound. He'd never heard such a passionate call as when he last offered his own insightful commentary of your life choices and how they could be made better with any number of the countless tips he'd given you.
This was more than that though. Passionate was hardly encompassed the way you cried for Stanley to rut into you just that little bit deeper. Lewd? Or maybe filthy? Pornographic even. Surely that covered the sight of Stanley, grasping a fistful of your hair, to guide your back against him just to kiss you properly.
The narrator was acutely aware of himself for the first time in a long time. How feelingless his existence very often was. Even omnipresence had its pitfalls. He wasn't going to kid himself, it wasn't as if he had any desire to engage in whatever it was the two of you found yourselves engaged in, sex or otherwise, but there was something oddly alluring in the way that you moved against each other. It's just curiosity, Really. Plain and simple as that. A formless being can be expected to be curious about the physical exploits of those in his company. It's only natural.
He considered for a moment his options. Many, Many options. He could leave you both to it. Let you get it out of your system. Maybe you'd even come back in high spirits, a renewed vigor for his game. Certainly, the thought pleased him. But then, what did that do for him? Surely you two didn't expect him to just sit out here like a naughty child til you decided you felt like acknowledging him again? Wildly inconsiderate. More than that, it irritated him.
So no, he wasn't just going to let you two run wild, throw his story to the wind, leave it to rot and disregard all the effort he’d put into it. It would be irresponsible of him not to intervene.
“Fuck Stanley, I need to-” You were practically purring. His pace had slowed significantly, the steady burn of a building inferno. Truly he had ruined you for anyone else, and you adored every second of it.
That is, until he paused. You hardly tried to contain your whine squirming against him. His hands were still planted firmly on you, fingers twitching as if they had the desire to tug instead of caress. It took a moment for you to regain yourself. You gathered, when the knot in your nethers unwound itself and the fog cleared, that his hands were shaking. You managed as best you could, to turn and face him while he was still hilted inside you. “Stanley? Wh-ah what’s wro-” It wasn't just his hands, but him, shivering. He looked about ready to pass out, flushed beyond comparison. His forehead was slick with sweat which you assumed could be attributed to the workout he’d been giving you.
“Nothing-just give me a moment to-” His hips stuttered against yours clumsily. “Oh that's not right-more like-ah!” He gasped as he found his pace again, slower than before, almost annoyingly so. Still the friction was welcome. He moved his hands to your hips, grouping at your skin as if it were the first time he was feeling it. His hands forged a path of fire as they went. Tracing up any down your thighs and over your ass curiously. When they found your sex once more you were treated to the pleasant pressure of his fingers, more eager than before to prod at your folds.
“Oh-and that is interesting. If i- touch just here-that is a fascinating sound. I wonder, can you make it again?” And sure enough you did, gasping as he played with you. It seemed as if he'd forgotten about himself, content to stay buried inside you as far as he could. You were hardly complaining.
“Stanley please-”
At that he laughed. And it was a familiar sound, just not from him. You could hardly process the way your head was spinning, the building pressure beginning to be too much. You bucked into his hand despite the thought that had just crossed your mind. You barely had the mind to acknowledge it.
“I need to cum, please let me cum.” You cried.
“Ah, you know, I don't think that I will.” his tone was something wicked. “I think I might just keep you here, right on the edge of release. Desperate for a euphoria you'll never achieve. An ending you can't ever get to. Fitting for the two of you, don't you think? Afterall you seemed pretty eager to forget about my ending, my story.”
His fingers left you again as he turned his attention back to himself. Again he began that same teasing pace. “I could- ah- I could learn something from you two. A lesson in delayed gratification? Nothing sweeter than edging up, up, up to that peak. But where's the joy? The thrill, when it's over? That is the question isn't it. How to retain that peak of pleasure without end. And I think, keeping you right here, right on this edge, is a very good way to do that. And I have to say- I'm a fan of the idea. I see what Stanley gets out of this.” He groaned.
“Or, and I think I might be an even bigger fan of this option, I leave you here, unfulfilled, unsatisfied. No ending in sight. Which would you prefer, not that it matters but I am curious. Do I keep you right here so painfully close to cumming or do I leave you all alone, wanting and needy, left to finish yourself off?” if possible he squeezed your hips a little tighter.
“please-” You hated to admit it, but you were willing to beg. The way he looked at you told you very well, that he knew that. That he was acutely aware of the position he was in. the power he currently held over you.
“I’m not cruel, you know. I'll even offer you a third choice, if you can convince me, I'll give you exactly what you want. You've got 10 seconds, tell me why you deserve it.” You could sob, really.
“I promise I'll listen. I-i’ll listen from now on, please.”
“Oh? Will you now? You're so desperate to finish you'll give up your free will to me? Do whatever I say? You really are shameless.”
“yes! I need it so bad, please.”
“Six seconds.” His hips came to a halt.
“Please, I need you.” Now, that caught his attention.
“Do you really need me? I'm sure you'd say anything right now if it meant getting what you want. You're going to have to do better than that sweetheart.”
“I mean it, I need you, I can’t-I want you to make me come. I want you so bad. Please make me cum. I want it to be you.” You were on the verge of tears, the feeling of his fingers growing painfully present. You felt ready to burst.
“Well who am I to deny such a polite request?” Once again he began to move, slightly more practiced than before. He finds a steady pace, but it isn't nearly enough.
“Faster, please.” And he complies. And though it's him, it's still Stanley's body, and he stretches you so nicely. You feel yourself constrict around him as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. He too is feeling the effects of his brisk pace.
“I think-” The feeling of his cock twitching and he pumps you full, is enough to send you over the edge. You mewl, feeling the warmth of it as it coats his cock on his final few thrusts. It drips down your thighs and ass but you're too tired to care. Utterly spent, you sag against the wall, reveling in feeling so full.
“Fucking hell.” You mumble.
You feel his fingers twitch, still against your hips. And then they squeeze painfully.
“Get the-fuck out of my body .” Stanley grits.