Char

He woke up to the feeling of a warm body pressing against his, not sure if the sensation was real or not in his half-asleep, dreamy haze.

Char groggily blinked his eyes open in the dark room, barely making out the figure in his bed. Considering he lived with four large men and one small woman, by the look of the figure, he was pretty sure it was Lynelle.

"What're y'doing?" he mumbled, sleep slurring his voice. He grabbed her and pulled her into his chest like a teddy bear, enjoying her warmth. She was like a heater. A squirmy, talkative heater.

"I was downstairs with Ethan but he got called into the hospital for an emergency," she whispered. He grunted in response, already falling back asleep.

"And we were going to... y'know... but we were interrupted." Char woke right up, suddenly understanding perfectly why she was there.

"So you come into my bed, hoping I'll satisfy you."

"Pretty much."

He hummed approvingly and shifted so he was on his back, with her on top of him.

"You're very lucky we're here, aren't you?"

She leaned down and started kissing his neck, and he smiled into the dark. Goosebumps rose on his arms.

"Well, I'm very glad you came to me. You can use my body however you want to get yourself off," he whispered.

He felt the tiniest shiver of her body and she pulled away from his neck. Her hair was brushing his shoulders.

"However I want?"

"Just tell me what you want me to do, love. You get complete control this time."

There was a pause, then she leaned back down so her lips were by his ear.

"I... want your mouth on me."

"Where? Be specific." He heard her let out a shaky breath.

"I want your mouth on my pussy."

"That I can do," he whispered back. She rolled off of him, onto her back, and he blindly moved down the bed until he reached the point where his head was between her legs.

He slid a hand over her hip, feeling for the hem of her pajama pants. Once he found it, he fumbled with the strings until they untied and slid the pants down until they were abandoned in his sheets somewhere.

Lynelle threaded her hands through his hair, and he about lost it. With sudden urgency, he yanked her panties off of her and leaned forward, running his tongue over her pussy.

She let out a heated, desperate sound, which he loved to listen to, but they needed to be quiet. He reached up and put a hand over her mouth, then pulled away for a moment to whisper to her.

"Can't wake everyone up, or we won't be getting to sleep anytime soon." She seemed to accept it and he felt her nod under his hand. He nodded back, even though she couldn't see him, and went back to work.

His hand on her mouth was helping contain her sounds as he ate her pussy, but still some little moans and whimpers would slip through.

Char moved his free hand under his face to her pussy, where he slid two fingers into her wet hole, which seemed more than welcoming of the intrusion. He quietly groaned as her pussy fluttered and clenched around his fingers. He curled them a little as he moved them in and out, so he was stroking his fingers on her g-spot.

Lynelle was squirming under his touch, spreading her legs and moving her hips even closer to his face as he continued running his tongue along the sweet spots on her pussy and sucking on her clit. She was getting louder and louder, ignoring the hand on her mouth.

Thinking of all the others in the house who were trying to rest, Char stopped. He pulled his mouth away from her with regret and his fingers inside of her stilled. She started to whine, but he shushed her gently, then whispered to her.

"I know it's hard to stay quiet when I'm licking you like this, but you have to, or they'll wake up."

He heard the sheets softly rustle, then she whispered back to him.

"Maybe you'll have to gag me," she told him slyly. Char rose up so he was face to face with her, moving his hand away from her pussy.

"Fucking tease. You really do want to be gagged, don't you?"

She shrugged, smirking.

"I thought so. Ask nicely, and maybe I'll help you keep that mouth quiet."

As she stared at him, flustered, he readjusted his position so he was kneeling on the bed in front of her. He waited for her to speak, but she just stayed quiet, embarrassed.

"Well? I told you to ask nicely." He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him, and she whimpered. "Go ahead."

"Gag me," Lynelle whispered.

"Ask. Nicely."

"Please gag me, Daddy," she replied, burying her face in her hands. He grinned at her embarrassment and rolled off the bed, onto his feet.

"As you wish." He padded over to his closet, where he pulled a ball gag out of his box of toys while Lynelle waited in his bed. He pulled out a condom too.

When he came close enough for her to make out the shape of the ball gag he was holding up, he heard the tiniest gasp. She didn't resist as he put it in her mouth, but he could see in the dark room that she stared at him reproachfully.

"What? This is what you asked for, love." She hummed back to him, and Char was satisfied. "You want me to keep going?" She nodded.

He set the condom on the nightstand, moved back down the bed to where he was before, and settled with his head in between her thighs again.

This time, as he worked his tongue into her wet pussy and sucked on her clit, she was much quieter. Only quiet, muffled sounds escaped her, even when her hips were grinding into his face and he could tell she was getting close.

But he was not feeling patient tonight. He was done letting her set the pace. Before she could get too close, he pulled his mouth off of her. She groaned with disappointment at the loss, but he only gave her clit a little goodbye kiss and moved away. She lifted her hips towards where his face was, but he was already moving up the bed.

He positioned himself so he was on top of her, then pulled his sweatpants down, stroking his cock a little.

"You're so cute and helpless with the gag," he told her, and she whimpered. He started grinding his erection against her soaking pussy, and Lynelle moaned softly, pushing her hips into his dick. "You want it? Beg me to fuck you."

She made a sound like 'I can't!'.

"Go on, beg." There was a pause, then he heard some muffled, garbled begging noises come from her. He chuckled at her obvious embarrassment.

"Good girl. Thank you." He grabbed the condom from the nightstand and quickly put it on, throwing the trash back onto the nightstand. He lined up, then inched his cock into her, so slowly it was almost painful. She clawed at his back a little, and he pinned her hands down by her head.

She was hazed with desperation, like a wild little thing underneath him. He meant to tease her longer, but as he felt her writhe with pleasure, he lost his patience.

Char slammed the rest of his cock into her, harder than he probably should've, considering how Lynelle was smaller than him. But she didn't seem to mind, moaning behind the gag and struggling against his hands a little. Not like she was actually trying to get away, but just testing him.

He tried to restrain himself, but ultimately couldn't hold himself back from railing into her. He buried his face in the hair by the top of her head, panting and moaning.

"Fuck--" he groaned. "You're so wet." She hummed in response, sounding dazed. Her pussy started clenching around him, and he shifted his head so his mouth was by her ear.

"Oh, what's this? You're clenching around my cock," he whispered. "You're gonna cum all over my cock, aren't you?"

She whimpered, and he felt her nod. She wrapped her legs around him, forcing him deeper inside of her, as he pounded her into his mattress. He tightened his grip on her wrists as he felt himself getting close too, and she turned her face into his as she came.

He slammed his cock into her one more time, all the way until he was balls-deep. Her pussy fluttered around him, and he groaned as he came.

Char panted into her skin, and she was making little sounds as she came down from her orgasm. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled out of her. He kissed her forehead, then quickly disposed of the trash. He came back and shielded her eyes before he turned on the dim lamp by his bedside.

Using the light, Char unbuckled the ball gag and took it out of her mouth. He went to his bathroom and got a glass of water and a tube of chapstick, then set them on the table for her. As Lynelle reached for the water, he settled himself in bed next to her and stroked her hair.

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

"I probably look like a troll who just crawled out from under a bridge."

"You're my troll, and the hottest troll I've ever seen." She giggled and shoved him, then set the half-empty glass of water down and grabbed the chapstick. As she put it on, he rested his head on her shoulder and watched her.

"You did perfect for me. Are you feeling okay?"

She capped the chapstick and set it down, then smiled at him and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm great, Char. Really. 10/10, I'd definitely use you to get off again."

He laughed and kissed her, then reached over to turn off the light. He pulled her closer to they were spooning, then buried his face in her neck and closed his eyes.