STUCK?!?!?!?!?
It had been several weeks since Raphael and I had gotten together romantically. As in sex. It’s been a few weeks since we first had sex. And it was fantastic. He was all sweet and gentle, even though I knew he wanted to go faster, to go harder. To claim me as his and make sure I knew it. But I did know. I knew the instant I met him two years ago that I was his and his alone. The cocky grin and his gravel-like voice in that Brooklyn accent had me melting at his feet. All he had to do was let out a rumbling growl and I was soaked instantly. I had gone through hundreds of pairs of panties since meeting him, and yes I did blame him for that, but after a few weeks ago I wouldn’t complain anymore. We had been a couple for a little over a year when we both decided that it was time to take it to the next level. And that night I could remember in painstaking detail. But this night was different.
“Ya just had to wear those leggings, didn’t you?” Raphael growled deep in his chest, directly behind me, caging me against the wall with his big body.
“But it’s fall, and they were comfortable! You weren’t even here!” I wailed, struggling against his hold on my hips, his grinding of his growing erection driving me crazy with lust.
“But I was here. I was gunna surprise ya, and then you ruined it,” he chuckled, slowly easing his free hand under my baggy sweater and ripping my bra away.
“I’m sorry! Please!” I wailed, pushing my ass back against his groin, panting heavily and begging for him.
“Please what?” he snarled, his big hand gently closing around my throat to force me to arch my back till I was looking up at him.
“Please, fuck me,” I whined, rubbing my ass against his groin harder, watching as he struggled to keep a careful control over his urges.
“Yer begging me? All ya had ta do was ask, baby,” he churred, pulling my sweater over my head and ripping my leggings and panties off with one smooth motion.
One big hand held me against the wall, keeping me from moving away from him, and the other slipped between my spread legs and toyed with my soaking wet pussy. God, I needed him. All of him. All the rage and the pent-up frustration. I needed him hard and fast. Hot and strong. I just needed him. I spread my legs further apart, going up on my tippy toes to make my back arch more, earning a feral growl from my boyfriend. He quickly shed his clothes, tossing armor and weapons all over my living room, and lined up his ready cock. I looked over my shoulder at him and let out a pleased whine, feeling my body both heat and get even wetter than before.
“Imma fuck you so hard you’ll never forget it,” he growled, pushing in the head of his cock, the tip already stretching my walls.
I let out a breathless gasp and pushed back against his gentle thrust in, which earned me a sharp slap to the ass. I let out a high pitched squeal that ended in a throaty sigh, and he pushed the rest of his cock inside me. I reached down with one had to toy with my clit, but paused when I felt the bulge in my stomach. And I wasn’t a twig-thin girl. I had some curves and plenty of muscle, but in my softest area, my stomach, I would physically feel the head of his cock pushing at my insides just below my rib cage. No wonder I was breathless and trembling. I could feel an orgasm crashing in at just the thought and feel of him bulging out my stomach, and the throaty groan that came from him had me shaking.
“Damn, baby. You’re getting tighter. What’s goin’ through that pretty head of yer’s?” he moaned out, bending over me and nibbling on my bare shoulder.
“You’re bulging out my stomach,” I whined, grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to my stomach so he could feel it.
“Fuck!” he groaned, his thrusts getting sharper, hitting deeper.
I panted and whined, and moaned with each thrust, feeling my orgasm rushing in faster and harder than ever before. And within minutes I was cumming, my pussy clamping down on his huge cock like a vice. His pants and grunts were getting deeper and louder, his thrusts getting sloppy and shallow.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby. Damn, can’t hold fer much longer,” he grunted, the grip on my hip bruising and I let out a scream as a second orgasm hit at the sound of his desperate voice.
He let out a deep-throated groan and he orgasmed mere seconds after my second one. I leaned against the wall, a trembling and panting mess, his cock half hard inside me. He moved to pull out, but when he did it pulled me with him. I let out a shocked cry and reached for him at the same time he let out a shocked gasp.
“What the fuck?!” he growled, grabbing onto my hips and holding me still as he attempted once more to pull out of me.
But again something in me had him snagged, and it only felt like he was pulling on my insides.
“Ah! Don’t move! Please! That hurts!” I cried out, struggling to get my breathing under control and keep my tears of pain at bay.
“I don’t get it? What’s going on?” he asked, reaching down and holding me up in a more comfortable position with a hand splayed across my chest.
“I think you’re stuck in me. I don’t know how,” I mumbled, my voice shaking and my breathing still shallow.
“What?!” he snapped, pulling back again, making me cry out in pain.
He still and I could feel his cock twitching inside me, growing hard again.
“Please, call Donnie. Maybe he’ll know what to do,” I asked, glancing back at him.
Normally he would refuse, but I believe with the look on my face he simply couldn’t. He let out an aggravated growl and went to reach for his phone, but it pulled at me and I let out a pained gasp. He let out a slew of curses and gently lifted me off the floor with the hand under my chest and waddle-walked over to his shorts and leaned me down so I could reach them. I dug through his shorts and finally found his phone. He lifted me up and waddle-walked back to the wall and watched as I dialed Donnie’s phone number.
“You've reached Donnie,” Donatello said as he answered his phone.
“Donnie! I need your help. Raphael and I are stuck!” I cried out into the phone, my voice no doubt holding notes of pain and panic.
“Hold on, Ashley. What exactly are you stuck in?” Donnie asked, sounding slightly amused.
“No, Donnie. We aren’t stuck in anything. HE’S STUCK INSIDE ME!” I nearly screamed into the phone, making Raphael chuckle.
“Wait, what?!” Donnie shouted back, clearly shocked.
“Your bother’s dick is stuck inside of me and he can’t pull it out! Help me this instant or you’ll never get another coffee treat again in your entire life!” I shrieked, making Raphael laugh, his cock growing even harder and I squirmed uncomfortably.
“Is he still- ya know- stiff?” Donnie asked, his awkward coughs displaying his unease at the situation.
“Yes,” he grumbled loudly, me swatting at Raphael’s hand as he fondled my breasts and ground his cock inside me.
“Well, my only idea is to just exhaust him out. Once he’s done you should be able to separate without any damage to either of you,” Donnie mumbled, his blush heard in his voice.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled, banging my head against the wall.
“Ya heard him, baby. Exhaust me,” Raph growled, taking the phone from me and hanging up before tossing it aside and cracking his neck.
I looked back at him with a worried expression and felt my walls tightening again. The growl that left him only served as a bell for the start of round two.
THREE HOURS LATER
I was finally able to pull away from Raphael, my legs like jelly and my voice hoarse from screaming his name for hours. I was exhausted, and he was as well. We both collapsed on the living room floor, panting and overheated. A phone started ringing somewhere and Raphael answered it.
“What? Yeah, Donnie. We’re not stuck anymore. I won’t be coming home tonight. Ashley’s in worse shape than I’m in,” he grumbled, his voice like gravel and hoarse to my ears.
I could barely hear Donnie on the other side of the phone and closed my eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. I know what she needs,” Raph chuckled, hanging up.
I cracked my eyes open when he came to his feet, gently scooping me up into his arms. He carried me into the bathroom and laid me down in the tub and started up the hot water. I let out a pleased groan and he laid gentle kisses on my cheeks and forehead.
“We’ll have ta keep in mind that just one round won’t be enough,” he chuckled, earning an exhausted swat to his shoulder from me.
“Yeah, but next time we do it in the bedroom where I can lay down at lease. I’ll have to get a mini fridge in there too so I’m not as thirsty or hungry next time,”I giggled, smiling up at him.
“I still can’t believe I got stuck inside you. How does that even happen?” he asked, grinning and chuckling.
“I don’t really wanna know,” I giggled, letting myself relax in the hot water.
Reflecting back on the last few hours I couldn’t say that it was a terrible experience. But it was one that would be brought up in the future. I could already tell he was making comebacks and pick up lines for the future that involved getting stuck in me. And I could already tell that I would lose every argument in which it was brought up. Yippee.
