Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or its characters. I don't own anything other than my computer and my own thoughts.

Warnings: No beta, swearing, PWP, somnophilia (i.e. The act of fondling a stranger in their sleep), and voyeurism?

A/N: I know I promised everyone I would give them a teaser for this chapter if they reviewed the last one and I'm sorry I never got around to it. Real life blew me away this week with starting a new job and helping one of my roommates move out. Sorry.

This is the last chapter. I hope you all enjoy.

JPOV

When I wake up I can tell it's sunny before I even open my eyes. Blinking rapidly I try to adjust to the light and eventually am able to keep my eyes open. The first thing I notice is that I'm still a little groggy but I feel mostly well rested. The next thing I notice is that I'm a little cold, like there is a slight breeze in the room.

I look down and immediately understand why I'm cold; I've kicked the covers off in my sleep and I'm not wearing any clothes. 'Why am I not wearing any clothes?' Fast as lightning the answer comes to me. I remember the conversation I had with Emmett last night and the decision I made. I vaguely remember Emmett waking me up and telling me to take off my clothes.

I inspect my body a little more closely and see that my underwear is pulled down and I seem to have dried cum on my stomach. Holy shit, it actually happened. Some stranger came in here last night and had their wicked way with me. I can't believe I decided to go through with it. And I can't believe I came out unharmed.

Slowly I sit up and stretch my body. Nothing feels sore. In fact, I would never have known that something happened if it weren't for the fact that I have cum all over me; and even that could have been explained as a wet dream if my underwear weren't pulled down.

Looking around the room I try to see if anything looks different. It's strange because everything looks the same as the last time I was in this room, but I feel completely different. Just knowing that a strange man came into the room while I slept and pulled down my underwear has my whole body humming and tense, in a good way. I feel alive, like every nerve in my body is on alert.

The feeling makes me shift in my seat; no longer wanting to be still. Unfortunately, the movement makes the dried cum very uncomfortable and I realize I'll have to get out of bed to clean myself off. I pull my underwear up so that it's easier to move and make my way to the guest bathroom. While waiting for the shower to get hot I think about whose cum is on me. Is it my own? His? Both? Each thought seems hotter than the next and I can't wait to watch the video of last night.

Part of me never wants to watch it. 'What if it's not hot?' But the larger part of me needs to see. I need to know what he did to me while I was at his mercy. I swallow and can feel my cock filling at just the thought of what happened. I step into the shower and clean myself quickly, not letting my hand drift any lower than it needs to; I don't want to jack off in here. I want to jack off while watching the video.

When I'm done with the shower I wrap a towel around myself and head back into the room. Not bothering to put clothes on I lock the door and sit down in front of the computer, moving the mouse and effectively turning on the screen. There's a video running and I can see myself on the screen as I am right now. I press the button that will stop the recording and drag the cursor so it's at the beginning of the movie.

In it I'm laying on the bed and Emmett is shaking me, trying to get me to wake up. I watch as he continues to move me before I can hear him shouting for me to wake the fuck up. It's rather funny actually and I catch myself laughing when I finally wake up on film. I hardly remember any of last night at all and watching it is rather surreal. Once I'm in nothing but my underwear Emmett covers me with the blanket and heads out of the room, turning off the light as he goes.

There's a small knot in my stomach that won't leave me alone as I realize that I'm about to witness my biggest fantasy come true. My breathing picks up and I know that once he comes in, I won't last long. A thought strikes me and for a moment I freak out; I can't believe I didn't think to ask Emmett this last night. What if he's ugly? I don't want some ugly dude molesting me! Fuck.

Gathering the rather small amount of nerve I have left, I drag the cursor at the bottom of the screen, moving it to the right and carefully watch the door for any movement. There, the door opens. I stop moving the mouse and just watch the screen.

A dark figure pops his head into the room and looks around before he opens the door wider, slipping into the room. There's not much light that far from the computer so I can't see much but it's still enough to make my blood pump faster in my veins and my heart rate speed up. I take a brief moment to think that perhaps it isn't healthy for my body to be this keyed up but dismiss the thought as the stranger moves next to the bed.

As he gets closer I'm able to see more of his features and I'm not disappointed. He's gorgeous. He's my age, maybe a few years younger but it's hard to tell and he's tall. He's wearing a pair of dark boxers, a green or navy probably, and nothing else. He has a slender build but it's obvious he's fit. Every time he moves I can see the muscles in his shoulders and upper body flex, carefully controlling his movement.

The camera angle is perfect. He's on the opposite side of the bed to the computer so his body isn't blocking any of the shot and the angle is wide enough that the whole bed is in view so it doesn't matter where he stands; I can still see him.

He turns a little as he continues to look me over and for a brief moment his back is partially exposed to me. He has black ink on his right shoulder blade and my cock takes immediate notice. He moves too quickly for me to make out what it is but the dark contrast of the black on his pale skin makes my mouth salivate and my cock twitch.

I forget about the tattoo however in the next moment when he starts to make a move toward me on the bed. But then he stops himself and shakes his head a little. His hand moves down to his crotch and he squeezes himself through his boxers. My cock twitches at the sight and I think I moan a little as I watch.

He's not doing anything yet, just watching me sleep. It's very obvious he's aroused because the tent in his boxers is rather large. His cock twitches every once in a while and I can feel mine respond in kind. I wish I knew his name. It's weird thinking of him as 'the stranger.' It's hot, don't get me wrong, but I want a nickname to call him in my head. 'The stranger' just doesn't have the right ring to it. He bends down a little, leaning closer to my body, studying me and I catch a glimpse of his tattoo again. It's a coat of arms and reminds me of old royalty. And I know what I'll call him: Prince.

Prince reaches out and grabs the blanket from around my waist, slowly pulling it down the bed, exposing my body. A shiver runs through me as I watch him bite his bottom lip. Once the blanket is bunched up by my feet he returns to the side of the bed. He continues to stare at me and I wish I knew what was going through his mind.

His body continuously moves toward me like he's going to do something but at the last second he pulls back, as if reigning himself in. I can see the moment his control slips and he decides to act. His whole body adopts an air of importance and straightens. My cock twitches in my pants as I watch him. He's young but I can tell he has an air of authority about him and I like it; a lot.

He puts his hands up to his face and blows on them, rubbing them together quickly. I wonder if he's cold and trying to warm himself up but it doesn't take me long to realize he's warming his hands for me, so he can place them on my skin. I watch, mesmerized, as his hands lower to my collarbone. It's obvious he doesn't use much pressure as he moves his hands down my body, stopping just before he gets to my underwear. I copy the movement with my hands, using the lightest touch I can.

My body feels on edge watching this. My skin is sensitive to the slightest change in air pressure and the hairs on my arms are standing up, my body caught in a perpetual shiver. It's so exciting and new and dirty; watching the video of Prince touching me. I feel so naughty and it makes my body heat up, begging for more.

Prince is watching me sleep again but this time I can tell he's making sure I don't wake up. He licks his lips and moves his hands from my waist to my upper thighs. His hands travel down my legs stopping at my ankles for a few moments as he studies my feet and then my face again.

It strikes me that he might have a bit of a foot fetish and I can't seem to care. In reality, feet disturb me. I've never found anything about them remotely sexy and prefer to keep my feet covered at all times because I find them odd. But if Prince likes feet, I think it's hot. I want him to do what he likes, even if it's not what I like. That's part of why this whole scenario is so attractive to me. I want to yield and be taken advantage of, and if that includes something I don't find sexy, then even better. The fact that he's doing what he will is the sexiest thing about this. I know I'm pleasing him and I couldn't be happier about that.

I watch as Prince takes out his cock and squeezes the base, his eyes closing momentarily as he enjoys the feeling. His cock is long, thick and uncut. My hand automatically moves to my dick as I study him. I even squirm a little in my seat before I realize I'm doing it and stop. I move my hands to the desk and try to keep them there. I know I'll bust my nut in a matter of seconds if I touch myself and I don't want to do that until I'm ready. I focus on the screen.

He wets his fingers on his right hand and then brings them down to my chest; circling my left nipple and making it gleam in the dim light with his saliva. My nipples harden both in real time and in the video. My breath hitches in my throat and I shift in the seat again, so turned on it's hard to focus. When he moves his head down and licks my right nipple I stop breathing for a few seconds. I know what that feels like and without my permission my hand moves from the desk and pinches my nipple, imagining it's his teeth instead.

I groan.

The me that's asleep is breathing heavily but other than that, there's no sign that I'm even alive. It's hot watching him take advantage of me like this. I know I wanted it but I didn't know what he was going to do. Most videos online start out with the guy shoving his cock down the sleeping guys throat but Price isn't doing that. Maybe he was too nervous or maybe he wanted to savor the moment. Regardless of the reason, I'm glad he's taking it slow to start. I want this to continue. It's the hardest kind of torture. I want to touch my cock so bad but I don't want it to end.

Prince detaches himself from my chest and stands up again. His cock is fully hard and I can see the tip of it glisten with his pre. When he walks to the end of the bed it moves, bouncing with each step. There is a small drop of liquid hanging off the end and I want to taste him. I give up on not touching myself. I can't handle it anymore. I take my dick in my right hand as he moves my legs apart, spreading me open for him.

I'm still asleep in the video, breathing even and completely oblivious to what's happening. Prince lies down between my legs and starts rubbing circles in my thighs with his thumbs. He's staring at my crotch and biting his bottom lip. His hips start to move and I hear a faint whimpering sound come from him. He's losing himself in pleasure and all he's doing is touching me. I feel powerful for making him feel good. But at the same time I'm completely powerless. The contrast is positively sinful and my dick twitches in my hand as I watch.

He stops humping the bed and sits up. I'm only able to see his profile from the camera angle but it's enough to tell how feral his look is. He's staring at my sleeping form like it's something to eat. I find myself hoping that he'll suck my cock.

He pulls down my underwear until my cock is free and even though I'm asleep, I'm completely hard and leaking. Price brings his hand up to his mouth and licks it until it's moist. My hand starts to move faster on my dick as I watch him grab hold of me. I watch, fascinated, as he pumps my cock slowly at first.

I see myself shift on the bed and Price immediately stops moving his hand. Eventually he starts again as he realizes I'm still sound asleep. He moves his other hand to his dick and his thumb gathers all of his pre from beneath his foreskin before he starts to pump himself. His hips thrust upwards into his hand and I can't stop my own dick from copying him, thrusting faster and faster into my hand as I watch.

The sleeping me starts cumming, shooting my seed all over myself. Prince continues to pump me, watching me cum, helping me ride out my orgasm. Then his head tilts down and his eyes close. His hand somehow moves even faster on his dick and suddenly he's cumming on me too. I watch as the white liquid splatters over my chest and abs.

I can feel my orgasm come at full force after watching us cum on the video. With all the strength I can muster I keep my eyes open so I don't miss any of the video as I cum on my chest. I feel the hot fluid hit my abs and can feel it run down between my legs onto the chair. My breathing his heavy and I'm so relaxed I could fall asleep again.

But I focus on the video and watch as Prince comes down from his high and wipes his hands on the blanket. He has a smile on his face that has me grinning in return. Prince backs off the bed and tucks his dick back in his boxers. He stands there for a few more moments just staring and smiling at me before he exits the room and shuts the door behind him.

I stop the video and move to the bed as if in a trance. I pick up the blanket from the bed and wipe myself off before finding my clothes. I put on my jeans and my tee from yesterday choosing to go commando because my underwear have dried spunk on them. I feel content and happy and hopeful that maybe I'll be able to do this again.

I go into the kitchen and find a note on the counter from Emmett telling me that his brother showed up and they were out spending the day together. The note also reminded me to "delete that shit off my computer because there is no way as fuck I want to see my friends do that shit together." I chuckle to myself as I eat some cereal before going back to the spare room.

Opening my email I send the video to myself and then, as promised, delete it off Emmett's machine. I grab a pen and piece of paper from his counter before I go telling him thank you and asking if his friend might want to do it again. I leave his apartment and head back to my dorm with a sense of fulfillment and my body buzzing in hope.

The End

A/N: Thanks for reading everyone. I found myself enjoying the process of writing this very much- maybe too much. Did you all like it? I'm thinking about doing a sequel but I don't want to get your hopes up too soon. It will probably be a month or so before any form of sequel is posted and it will have more plot behind it. So, if you're interested put me on author alert. I have a few stories in the works that I'm going to finish (both for this account and my other ff(dot)net account) first. When I'm free again you better believe I'll pick these two boys back up.

What would you be interested in seeing in the sequel? More sex will obviously happen but any particular characters you want to know more about? Drop me a line and let me know :D

-A.S.K