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You hung your arm out of the driver’s side window, your hand bobbing up and down to the beat of the song on the radio. As much as you loathe to admit it, you missed Indiana summers, and you were so happy to have the warm breeze in your hair as you drove too fast down the back roads that would take you home.
It was bittersweet when you got the call back in April, bringing the news that your mother needed to go stay with an ailing aunt for the summer, and needed someone to watch Dustin while she was there. You didn’t hesitate to volunteer to look after the kid; after all, you hadn’t spent a summer in Hawkins since you had graduated a few years ago. Why pass on a chance to relax (and not pay rent)?
The drive from Michigan State to Hawkins wasn’t very far, all considered, but you didn’t make the three hour trip very often. Once you had started school and your job, it was hard to get away, but as you entered Hawkins, you tried to remember why you hadn’t tried to make the trip more often.
Hawkins wasn’t Paris or anything, but it was home, and you had missed it.
As you pulled into your driveway, your lips spread into a big smile as Dustin ran out of the front door, his “thinking cap” sitting atop his curls. As soon as you got out of your car, he darted into your arms, pulling you into a big hug.
“Dustin you’ve gotten so tall,” you remarked as you squeezed him back, and dropped a kiss on the top of his head. “Missed you dude.”
“I missed you too,” he said, pulling away with that trademark Dustin bounce of excitement, and launching into a diatribe about his most recent activities with school, his friends, and his new Dungeons and Dragons group.
You listened enthusiastically as the two of you dragged in your bags, up the stairs and into your old room, which your mother turned into a craft room, then back to a guest room for your stay this summer. Dustin talked about your mother’s departure the day before, and how he spent the night with Lucas and Mike, but was glad that you’re home now.
“I’m glad I’m home too,” you said as you bopped him on the head, knocking off his cap.
“Rude.” You laughed to yourself as you laid your suitcase on the floor, Dustin making himself comfortable on the queen bed. “It’s not fair that you get a big bed and I don’t.”
You only stuck out your tongue at him and unzipped your first bag, pulling out a stack of folded clothes. “Do you want to go see a movie tonight? I heard that Top Gun is pretty good, but if that’s not your scene then we could see the new Poltergeist.”
Dustin sucked in a breath. “I forgot to tell you,” he said nervously. “The Hellfire Club is coming over tonight.”
“The what club?” you turned to him incredulously.
“The Hellfire Club,” he explained. “It’s the D&D club, that’s the name. We needed a place to play now that school’s out, and I mentioned that mom was gone so they’re coming here.”
You rolled your eyes as you turned back to your suitcase. “You never told me the name. Great, so I’m all alone tonight while you’re with your nerd club?”
“You know,” Dustin hedged, dragging out the words. “You could play.”
“Really?” You asked, turning around to face your brother again. Dustin had been obsessed with this game for a long time, but he had never asked you to play before. “You want me to play?”
The kid bounced on the bed excitedly. “We need another person and I can help you make a character. Will you?”
You thought about it for a moment before nodding. Beats a night alone with the TV. “Yeah. Sounds good.”
After you finished unpacking, Dustin begged you to drive him to the store to get some snacks and pop for the evening. Once you’d secured your wares, Dustin led you through character creation, where you created an Elven monk that you were actually quite proud of.
“Eddie, our Dungeon Master, takes this stuff really seriously,” Dustin explained. “He knows you’re new, but he is not gonna go easy on you.” Your brother explained more of the game to you, and by the time you left him so you could shower, you felt pretty prepared.
The sun hadn’t set just yet, but it was cooling down slightly, so you pulled on a longer black skirt, a simple tank top, and your old flannel shirt open over top to keep you warm. You left your curly hair down because you didn’t feel like fixing it at all, and were just finishing up when you heard the doorbell ring.
You heard Dustin open the door, and soon the lower floor of the house was filled with male laughter and footsteps. Supposing it was time to go make your D&D debut, you descended the stairs and into the fray.
“Hey guys,” you called, waving awkwardly as you got to the bottom step. Several younger faces looked up at you, a few of Dustin’s friends, Lucas, Mike, and Will, who you knew, but as your eyes flitted through the crowd, you saw another familiar face. Eddie Munson, who you recognized from your high school class, was looking at you analytically.
You hadn’t known him well back in high school, you were more of a band kid, but he had been on the periphery of the social strata. You were never mean to him, like the other kids, but you hadn’t interacted really, ever. Here he was in all his glory though, ripped jeans and messy hair, chunky silver rings on his fingers, and his leather jacket and jean vest making quite the statement.
“Guys, this is my sister,” Dustin said, introducing you to the group. The kids echoed their hellos, but your eyes remained on Eddie’s brown ones.
“This is who is replacing Gareth tonight?” He asked incredulously, and your eyes darted to Dustin who suddenly made himself busy leading people to the dining room table. You rolled your eyes, but nodded. Dustin warned you that he took this seriously. His eyes scanned you up and down for a moment before turning to the group again. “If you all die tonight, it’s on Dustin.”
The game was actually pretty fun, and you didn’t fail completely, to the surprise of almost everyone at the table, including Eddie. You actually managed to help defeat the villain, which led the entire table to erupt in cheers at the end of the session.
You laughed as Dustin and the rest of the group headed to the front porch to have a celebratory pop before they had to leave. This left you to clean the crumbs and wrappers off of the table, but you didn’t mind much. It also left you alone with Eddie, who was gathering his DM materials.
“You were actually pretty good tonight,” he said as you gathered empty cans and threw them in the trash.
You laughed a little. “For a newbie?” You paused your cleaning and turned to face him, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“For a newbie.” He paused for a minute, and tilted his head. You’d noticed, during the session, that he was very expressive, hands (and hair) flying all over the place. “I remember you from high school.”
“Yeah?” You smiled and finished clearing off the table.
“Yeah,” he nodded, playing with a strand of his hair. “You played… flute?”
“I did!” You said excitedly, surprised he had remembered. “I remember you too.”
“Yeah, well I’m pretty hard to forget,” Eddie responded, grinning.
His smile is cute , your traitorous brain supplies, and you shake your head. “I can’t see why,” you say, gesturing to his clothing.
Eddie laughs, and pulls at his jean vest. “Guess I’m just a normie.”
You laughed and rolled your eyes, turning to the cupboard to grab the half-eaten loaf of bread that rested inside. “I’m hungry, do you want anything to eat too?”
“What are you making?” He walks over to where you’re cooking, and leaned on the counter. His shirt rode up a little, and a sliver of the skin on his stomach peeked out.
“Tomato sandwich.” At his incredulous look, you elaborated. “Single mom shit. Mayo and tomato, easy to make when I had Dustin all alone.”
“Ah,” Eddie said, nodding. “My specialty was a banana sandwich. Just like, bread and a smushed banana.”
You made a face, and Eddie laughed. “That’s pretty grim,” you said, and pulled a tomato out of the fridge. “So, you wanna try?”
“Well, it’s gotta be better than my banana creation, so yeah.” You laughed again, and popped some bread in the toaster, turning to cut up some tomatoes. “Do you, ah, do you like music?”
“That’s a broad question,” you said.
“Okay, what kind of music do you like?” Eddie sidled up next to you.
You thought for a minute. “Uhh, I like a little bit of everything, I guess. Why do you ask?”
“Well,” he hesitated. “My band, Corroded Coffin? We play at the Hideout, every week. We’re playing tomorrow if you feel like coming by.”
You thought for a minute about your plans, before realizing you had none. “Sounds cool. What time?”
“We go on at 9.”
The toaster dinged, and you took out the bread, spreading mayo on it, then placing the tomato. “Here,” you said, sliding a plate to Eddie. “I’ll be there.” He grins, then takes a bite of his sandwich. “What do you think?”
“So much better than the banana.”
–
You were a little nervous when you pulled into the Hideout’s parking lot the next night, not knowing why. Your black boots crunched on the pavement as you walked inside. You’d arrived a little late, which was unintentional but unavoidable due to your chronic tardiness. You could already hear the music from outside the bar, the bass pumping, and when you walked inside, the music hit you like a wall.
Once you walked through the doors you adjusted quickly, and when you looked up at the stage you saw Eddie and his band. He was playing a cool-looking guitar, his head banging up and down to the music. His curls were messy, hair flying around his face, and you smiled and waited until he looked up to wave. When he saw you, he smiled, and continued to play.
Satisfied that he now knew you were here, you made your way to the bar. Eddie had said last night that they don’t card here, so you ordered a beer with no trouble, and then found a seat at a table near the stage. They had actually drawn a small crowd, but you were still able to find a good seat.
Eddie wailed on his guitar for the entire set list, doing some covers and some original songs. Even though you weren’t a huge metalhead, by the end you thought that you might be converted.
Corroded Coffin exited the stage, and you stood and threw away your beer can. You watched as a few of Eddie’s bandmates were socializing with people in the crowd, but Eddie himself was nowhere to be found.
You wandered out of the bar to search for him, but he wasn’t out front, so you decided to look around the back once, and then go home.
However, you didn’t have to. When you turned the corner to go around the back of the bar, you saw him. Eddie was leaning against the building, sparking up a joint. He looked sweaty but still so pretty, his hair around his shoulders, lit up . His eyes crinkled into a smile when he saw you.
“Hey,” you said with a smile, stepping around some junk that had accumulated on the ground. The bar backed up to the forest, and you could hear the crickets chirping.
Eddie brushed back his hair, and clicked off his lighter. “Hey,” he said, and swung his arms wide. “What’d you think?”
You leaned against the wall, next to where he did the same. “You guys are awesome.”
He grinned. “You thought so?” You nodded, and he tilted his head, offering you the joint that he held between his fingers. “Do you, ah, partake?”
“When the mood hits,” you said. “Are you sure that you don’t mind?”
Eddie shook his head, and held up his lighter to the end. “M’lady,” he said theatrically.
You laughed before you took a drag, and held it in your lungs before exhaling. “Thank you good sir,” you joked.
The two of you passed the joint between each other until Eddie finished it off, savoring the cool night air and the high that was setting in. “Wanna sit down?” Eddie asked, and you agreed, and slid down the wall until you sat on the cold ground, tucking your legs beneath you.
Your eyes drifted down to his hands, which were tapping a beat against his thighs. “How long have you been playing guitar?”
“Since forever,” he said, extending his legs in front of him, making the toes of his high tops tap together. “I started when I was a kid.”
“You’re really good,” you said, not breaking your staring contest with those long fingers. “I like your rings.” Eddie flexed his fingers and huffed a laugh, which dragged your eyes up to his face again. For just a second you wondered about how talented those fingers could really be.
“You doin’ much this summer? Or just lookin’ after the twerp?”
“Just twerp watch,” you replied, accidentally bumping your shoulder with his. “Though, with Hellfire Club, it seems like you’ve been doing the same.”
Eddie lets out a chuckle again. “Ah what can I say? I like the little nerds.”
“One big nerd to rule them all,” you laughed. “Nah, Dustin’s a good kid.”
“Even if his big sister is a delinquent,” Eddie said.
“Even so, you’re one to talk.” The evening breeze was cool on your face, and you felt floaty. “I hate to ask but do you think you can drive me home tonight? I don’t know if I should, you know, get behind the wheel.”
He laughed. “Yeah, not a problem.” He was quiet for a minute. “There’s more where this came from, you know, if you want.”
“Yeah?” You grin. “I might have to take you up on that.”
–
You took him up on that. After he drove you home on Tuesday, he gave you his phone number, telling you to call him if you wanted to buy something. You tried not to read into it- he’s a businessman, you reasoned, however sarcastically- but you couldn’t help the excitement when you typed his number into the phone on the wall a few days after you had seen him last.
“Hello?” Eddie sounded a little breathless when he answered, like he’d run down the hall to the phone.
“Hey, it’s me,” you said, twirling the phone cord around your finger. “I was wondering if I could, you know. Purchase some wares.”
He laughed into the receiver. “Of course you can, but I had a better idea.”
“Oh, do tell,” you said.
“Well,” Eddie hedged as you waited on baited breath. “If you wanna come over later, I can sell you whatever shit you like, but we could hang out, watch a movie? I figured you might be tired of twerp watch by now, might wanna hang out with someone your own age.”
You glanced over to where Dustin was sitting on the couch, reading a comic. You weren’t sick of him yet, but he was sleeping over at Mike’s that night, so what was the harm? “Sure,” you answered. “What’s the address?”
After you dropped Dustin off at Mike’s house, you followed Eddie’s directions to the Forest Hills trailer park where he lived. You huffed a nervous breath as you walked to the front door, rubbing your sweaty palms on your jeans after you knocked.
Quick steps came from inside the trailer, followed by a clunk, before Eddie opened the door. He smiled when he saw you there, and opened the door wider. “Welcome to my, uh, castle,” he said. The floor creaked as you stepped inside. It was pretty tidy, and Eddie followed you in, and gestured to the couch. “Make yourself at home.”
“Thank you.” The couch was actually pretty comfy, and Eddie sat down next to you, pulling a black metal lunchbox out of nowhere, as well as a stack of tapes.
“I got a bunch of different ones,” he said, spreading them out for you to see.
There was a selection of different thrillers and surprisingly, Star Wars. You grabbed A New Hope and held it up questioningly. “Are you a nerd, Eddie Munson?”
He feigned hurt, miming a knife going into his chest, but then laughed. “What, D&D didn’t give it away?” He smiled that smile again, and your chest filled with butterflies. “Star Wars it is.” Once he put in the tape he grabbed his lunchbox, and opened it to reveal a few bags of weed and some other drug paraphernalia. Eddie looked up through his lashes at you, and he plopped a bag on your lap. “15 for an ounce.”
Your eyebrows raised incredulously. “Really?”
Eddie leaned back in his seat. “Call it the friends and family discount.”
“I’m robbing you blind here,” you said, but didn’t argue, and pulled the money out of your pockets, handing the crumpled bills to Eddie. He tucked it into his back pocket. “What, no receipt?”
Eddie just laughed, and pulled out a joint that he had pre-rolled, before tucking away his lunchbox. He lit up, and then offered it to you, and you gladly took it.
The two of you watched the movie for a while, but you were hyper aware of the man next to you. He seemed calm. His legs were spread and he was comfortably nestled in the soft couch, but his hand was so close to yours, almost touching you.
In the middle of the movie, Eddie shifted, bringing his legs underneath him and turning towards you. “I love this part,” he murmured, but his eyes were no longer on the screen. Instead it seemed that his doe eyes were on your lips.
Your heartbeats started coming faster then, and you held his eye contact, your chest tight. You wanted him so badly all of a sudden- or, maybe the want you’d been feeling since you met just crested, came to a head.
Fuck it.
As soon as the thought ran through your head, it seemed that Eddie had the same, and he made the first move, bridging the gap and pressing his lips against yours. His lips were chapped, but they were warm and fit against yours so nicely.
The kiss was chaste at first, Eddie letting you take the lead, but as soon as you had a taste you knew you needed more. You scooted closer to him on the couch, your knees touching now, and deepened the kiss, your tongue swiping at the seam of his lips.
At your eagerness, Eddie brought his right hand to cup the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him. His other hand wrapped around your waist, and you leaned even closer to him. He is such a good kisser , you thought as your hands tangled in his hair.
Eddie’s body was warm against yours, and he shifted the two of you so that you were straddling his legs, your chests pressed together. When you both came up for air, he looked at you and smiled. “This okay?” He asked, his hands moving to the tops of your thighs.
You nodded enthusiastically. “To be honest, I’ve been thinking about this since the other day,” you whispered.
His chuckle was low and seductive. “Me too.” At that, he leaned in again, a little more intense this time, his lips commanding and almost dominating. Eddie tasted like weed and altoids, but on his tongue it wasn’t a bad combination at all. He even smelled pretty good, earthy, with a hint of Axe body spray. It was so Eddie , and the combination of it all was almost as arousing as the mouth against yours.
As the kisses deepened, Eddie’s hands wandered more, rubbing up and down your back, and grabbing your ass. His hands were firm as they gripped you, and it sent a spike of arousal through your core. Your hands tightened in his hair, and you felt his erection through his jeans, which made you groan into his mouth.
Eddie reciprocated the sound when you ground your pelvis into his, the feeling so heady even through both of your jeans. “Fuck,” you muttered into his mouth as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of your stomach, pinching the soft fabric of your t-shirt.
“This okay?” He asked, pulling at the hem.
“Yes,” you said, raising your arms above your head. Eddie pulled your t-shirt up, exposing your bra-clad breasts, and for a second you have a flash of nerves about the fact that your bra is very plain and pretty old.
That thought disappeared very quickly after Eddie groaned and looked at you in reverence. “Jesus Christ you’re pretty.” The tone isn’t reminiscent at all of the normal sarcasm that he throws around with you. Instead, it’s sincere, and downright sexy. Blush spread across your cheeks as his eyes took you in, one of his calloused fingers tracing the line of your cleavage softly. The motion made you shiver, and arch your back a little, chasing the feeling.
You pulled away, just an inch, to whisper into Eddie’s mouth, “Your turn.”
He maneuvered the both of you in order to sit up enough to take off his shirt. There was a light dusting of hair on his toned stomach, leading into his pants, but what really drew your attention were the tattoos on his chest. Noticing your stare, he grinned. “You like these sweet tatties?”
“I do,” you said with a breathy laugh, and traced a fingertip over the demon tattoo on his pectoral. Eddie’s breath hitched when your fingernail scraped him slightly, and you used it to trace more lines over his chest. His erection had grown even more persistent now, pressing against your clothed pussy, and you let out a breathy moan when he gripped your hips and pressed you into him. “Want me to take this off?” You asked, thumbing the strap of your bra.
Eddie’s brown eyes were wide, and he nodded, but instead of letting you do it, Eddie sat up and unclasped your bra himself, tossing it somewhere in the living room. “Fuck,” he murmured at the sight of your breasts, and pulled you closer to him, immediately kissing your collarbones, working his way down.
When his mouth latched onto your nipple, you moaned, and arched your back into him. Eddie used his teeth perfectly, scraping lightly enough to keep you wanting more. You ground down on him again, and fuck were you wet, so needy for him.
“Eddie,” you whispered, and he looked up from your chest.
“Yes dear?” He said, a shit eating grin appearing on his face. You rolled your eyes, despite the compromised position he had you in, but your sarcasm disappeared when he sucked on the sensitive skin next to your nipple, no doubt leaving a mark.
You huff, and your fingers drift to his belt. “Can- can I?”
“Fuck yes,” Eddie breathed, and maneuvered so you could undo his belt and pull his pants down.
You could see the thick length of his erection through his boxers, and urgency rose in your chest. You needed to taste him, feel him, right now. Eddie watched through hooded eyes as you pulled his jeans out of the way, and slid your hand under his underwear. You stroked him once, twice, before pulling his boxers down and letting his cock spring free.
Never in your life had you described a dick as pretty before, but for Eddie, that was the only adjective possible. His cock was a little longer than average, and thick too, the tip dusky and dripping with precum. “Goddamn,” you murmured, shifting onto your knees in a more comfortable position.
You glanced up at Eddie, who’s pupils were dilated, his chest rising and falling faster in anticipation. He looked so fucking sexy; his hair was messier than normal due to your ministrations, and he was looking at you in a way that made you feel powerful, revered.
As you took him in your mouth for the first time, you could only remark on how good he actually tasted, unlike any man you’d ever blown before. It was all Eddie, the smell and taste of him, and it was heady, pulling you in. You took it slow, your hand stroking the base of his shaft in tandem with your mouth. When your tongue teased right under the head of his cock, he moaned, deep and dirty, and the sound went straight to your already soaked pussy.
When you took him deeper into your mouth, Eddie groaned louder, his fists clenching and unclenching. “Fuck, baby,” he said, his voice rough. When you did that thing with your tongue again, he jerked. “Stop, stop,” he said, and you pulled off of his cock, eyebrows furrowed. He guided you back up to him, so that you were face to face. “When I cum, I wanna be inside you.”
The words made you shiver, and you nodded. “But first,” he whispered, his piercing eyes on yours. “I wanna feel you.”
“Fuck,” you whispered. “Yeah, yeah Eddie.” He grinned and kissed you chastly on the lips before he stood you up and pulled off your jeans and panties before pulling you back onto him.
“I saw you staring at my hands the other day,” Eddie said, the warm tips of his fingers pressing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Your legs were spread across his thighs, and you were practically quivering in anticipation for what was to come. “You wanna feel them?”
“Yes,” you breathed, and Eddie didn’t make you wait much longer.
He dipped a finger into your folds, and upon feeling the wetness that had gathered there, let out a curse under his breath. “So wet,” he murmured and pushed his finger deeper inside of you, curling it towards himself.
The motion punched a high noise out of you, and you braced yourself with an arm on his shoulder. Eddie slid another finger inside of you, and you savored the stretch as he slowly scissored them inside of you, hitting just the right spot every time.
You let out another soft moan, and moved your hips around to assist him. Unable to control yourself, you let your head fall back, and your eyes fall closed. But Eddie put his other hand on the back of your head, straightening it. When you opened your eyes in confusion, Eddie made searing eye contact with you, and moved his fingers again. “I want you to watch me while you ride my fingers.”
The words ignited something inside you, and you nodded, dripping even more now, if that was even possible. “Yes- yeah,” you stumbled over your words, moving your hips in earnest, fully grinding down onto his perfect fingers.
He looked at you seductively as he watched, his thumb coming around to rub your clit. The pairing of the two sensations had you chasing your pleasure, moving your hips as you felt yourself begin to pant.
“Fuck, yes,” Eddie murmured, his hand tightening around the back of your neck. “Are you gonna cum for me baby?”
You nodded, your hips moving faster in tandem with Eddie’s thumb on your clit. He curled his fingers and rubbed your clit perfectly, and yes that was it. Your pleasure finally crested and your orgasm overtook you, your pussy clenching and your body actually shaking as you moaned in pleasure and convulsed around his fingers.
“Fuck, baby,” he said when you finally came down. Eddie pulled his fingers from your cunt and held eye contact with you as he licked your juices off of them.
“Holy shit,” you murmured, and leaned in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. When you pulled back, you knew you needed more, arousal still pulsing in your core. “Get inside of me,” you demanded.
Eddie laughed, and tilted his head. “So demanding, aren’t you?”
You pouted a little, jokingly. “Do you have a condom?”
He shook his head yes, and you scooted off of him so he could stand. You sighed happily and laid down on the couch while he disappeared.
“Found one!” Eddie shouted from somewhere deeper in the trailer, and you laughed as he rushed back to you. He grinned at you, before leaning down and kissing you deeply.
You wrapped his arms around his neck, and pulled him down on top of you. You opened your legs, and Eddie pulled back for a moment, slipping the condom on. “You’re sure?” he asked, stroking his cock.
“Mhmm,” you murmured. “Eddie, please.”
“Ask and ye shall receive,” he joked, and you smiled at the playful intimacy of it all. That smile quickly morphed into something else when he pressed the head of his dick against your clit, teasing around your hole instead of actually putting it inside where you needed it .
“Eddie,” you whined, and he acquiesced, slowly- ever so slowly- pushing into you. Eddie was perfect. His size, his shape, everything about him just screamed that he was made for you, and you held close to him as he pushed fully in, his body tightly seated against yours.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, his head tucked against yours. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, and you wrapped your legs around his hips.
“Move,” you said, and he did, slowly thrusting into you. It was more like grinding than thrusting, and was so intimate, almost punishingly so as Eddie breathed you in. He was so deep inside of you, his cock hitting every pleasure point in your pussy, making you pant and writhe against him. Your hands moved up and down his back, leaving little scratches.
Eddie groaned deep in your ear, and grabbed one of your roving hands, pinning your wrist above your head. The slight restriction had you moaning, making high, punched out noises that would be embarrassing in any other context.
He was everything, in that moment, everything you smelled, tasted, and felt. He felt so good inside you, and as his cock hit that perfect spot again, your pussy spasmed around him.
“Oh god,” Eddie grunted, his hips moving faster now. His pace was almost punishing, and you surrendered to the flow of his movements. Your head fell back, and little noises left your lips at each thrust, unbidden. “Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking good for me- mmmhhh - fuck, you’re so tight,” he babbled, unable to control himself any longer. “So fucking wet, such a perfect pussy, god I love those noises you’re making.”
Your body was his in that moment. All you could do was embrace the pleasure and watch his face as he whispered dirty words to you, his eyes almost rolling back in his head when you spasmed around him again. “Shit, baby,” he said, his eyes flashing to you, almost pleading. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Yes, yes,” you whined, and pumped your hips in tandem with his, attempting to draw him closer to climax. “Fuck, Eddie, please, please cum for me.” Your lips left little marks on his neck, the two of you were so close that you weren’t sure that you hadn’t just merged together. “Please,” you whimpered. “I need it.”
At your words, Eddie let out a growl, and pumped into you, his face clenched in the throes of his orgasm. You could feel him release inside of you, even through the condom, and shit if that wasn’t the most erotic thing you’d ever experienced.
When he finished, Eddie pulled out of you, but didn’t move any further, clutching you close to him. “C’mere,” he murmured, and kissed you sweetly on the lips.
The two of you laid there for a few moments, chests rising and falling in tandem, until you shifted onto your side. You were nose to nose, his arm around your waist, and he grinned at you.
“I think,” you said, looking deep into his brown eyes. “That we might need to do this again.”
Eddie laughed, and god he was so cute. “Didn’t quite get your fix huh?”
“Mmhm.” You let Eddie pull you closer, readjusting the both of you so that you were laying with your head against his shoulder. “Do you have a better discount than the friends and family one? Cause I think I qualify now.”
He grinned and kissed the top of your head. “See, flattery works with me. You will never pay for drugs in this town again.”
You laughed, and kissed his face. Summer with Eddie Munson might be exactly what you needed.