Adrille

Robin’s cackle could be heard throughout the room. One hour in and she still thought that it was the funniest thing that she had ever seen.

“Yeah, Robs, I know.” Even though you couldn’t see Steve’s face from this angle, you could tell that he was rolling his eyes. “Very funny.”

“I can’t help it.” She collapses into another fit of giggles and slumps into Vickie’s side. “It’s just so long.”

And it was. Steve’s hair had gotten significantly longer during his time away and it had been the first thing that everyone present had commented on when they saw him during this little “welcome back” celebration.

Steve and Eddie had gone on a road trip when the latter had finally graduated, a small celebration for the boy who had ventured past state lines only once before when he had gone to Chicago, and they’d been gone for almost three months.

They kept in touch through postcards, most of which were stuck to Robin and Chrissy’s fridge with some of the ugliest kitschy magnets that you had ever seen, but none of the hastily scribbled messages on the cards ever mentioned anything about Steve’s current hair situation.

“Getting a haircut wasn’t that important,” Steve sighed, “but Jesus, I’ll get it done tomorrow if you keep acting like this.”

A harsh noise, a gasp of alarm, escapes from your lips and you don’t even notice that you’ve done it until you see that several eyes are on you. You try to save face by shrugging and turning your head away from Steve’s luscious locks, but when Eddie sniggers loudly you know that you had failed to make your small outburst look like it was nothing.

“Okay,” Robin says, eyebrows arched with obvious amusement. “Yeah, I guess you could do that, Stevie, but maybe hold off on it for a while? It might grow on me.”

“As long as you stop pulling my hair,” he mumbles under his breath, “it stopped being funny about an hour ago.”

“Yeah, to you,” Robin counters. “But not to me.”

Her hand reaches for his hair again, already grinning, not being particularly subtle about her intentions. Steve jerks away from her and suddenly they’re caught in something that would look like a minor scuffle to outsiders, but everyone that’s present knows that it’s more akin to a playful round of roughhousing between siblings.

“Careful, careful!” Chrissy calls out when they narrowly miss the second hand coffee table, almost spilling the drinks and snacks all over the floor. “It’s not like we can replace stuff if you guys break it.”

“Yeah, you ruffians, break it up.” Eddie materializes between the duo, coming to Chrissy’s rescue and making a T-shape with his hands to signify a time-out. Robin still manages to reach around him to give one final yank on Steve’s hair. “Fuck’s sake, Buckley. Don’t break the serious sanctity of the time-out.”

Robin barks out a laugh. “Oh, is that what it was? Thought that was the T of… the T of…”

While Robin was grappling to come up with a word that began with the letter T that could be applied to the current situation, you slipped into the small kitchen.

Maybe you would do better if you gave yourself a little time out from Steve’s, quite frankly mesmerizing, long hair.

It has been a few years since you had been this preoccupied with his hair. It was the main topic of conversation in high school after all, a source of desire and yes, envy for some, as well. Because a boy with hair that great? There were many girls that would have killed to have the same amount of volume and texture.

You were safely tucked into the desire camp however. How could you not be? Steve was gorgeous.

Is gorgeous.

There‘s no denying the fact that that stupid teenage crush that you had on him is still present. The only difference now is that your long friendship with Vickie has brought you a lot closer to Steve than you had ever been before.

When you hear movement behind you, you think that it’s her at first, coming to find you to gush about something funny that Robin had done or said in private, but when you hear someone who is distinctly male clear their throat instead, you realize that you have no such luck.

“What are you hiding out in here for?”

Your eyes go wide as saucers when you turn to face him and Steve actually holds his hands up in an attempt to look less threatening, making you aware of the fact that you must look terrified.

“N-nothing.” Your reaction was more down to being in extremely close vicinity to him, because of the size of the kitchen. There was barely any space between you already and he was only standing in the doorway. “It was just… a bit crowded?” You frown, because that wasn’t the word that you were looking for. “I mean, that’s not exactly what I-“

“Rowdy?” Steve offers up helpfully.

“Yes!” Your exclamation makes you cover your mouth with your hand, shocking yourself with your small outburst, and when Steve laughs, you can feel your cheeks heat up from the potential embarrassment. “But a fun rowdy? If that makes sense?”

“A bit,” he admits. “That’s just what me and Robin are like. We bring it out in each other I guess and the hair definitely doesn’t help.”

“N-no,” you stutter as your attention is brought to his hair once more and you can’t help but bite your bottom lip as you stare. “It’s definitely distracting.” You try to stop there, really you do, but you still end up blurting out, “In a good way.”

Groaning softly, you attempt to cover your entire face with your hand. If the ground could swallow you up right this instance that would be great. Naturally, that doesn’t happen, but when you peek through your fingers, you see that Steve hasn’t left. He’s merely standing there, arms crossed in front of his chest and his head is tilted to the side, his brow pensive as if he’s deep in thought.

Clearing your throat, you shake your head as if you could shake off the awkwardness from moments before. Your eyes dart to Steve’s hair again and his gaze turns more curious when he notices.

“Okay,” he finally says with raised eyebrows. “Interesting.”

“What is?”

“You,” he counters swiftly and you can see his brow furrow. He looks like he wants to slap himself. “I mean, your response. It’s pretty telling, you know.” Getting called out on your obvious attraction to him wasn’t something that you had been expecting, yet here you were, and Steve doesn’t look disgusted. If anything, he almost looks more interested. “And don’t try to deny it, I’m not an idiot.”

“Never thought you were.”

Sometimes people liked to point out Steve’s lack of intelligence, even back in high school because he didn’t really excel academically. The prevailing image of him being a dumb jock was ridiculous anyway. His grades were alright. Not top of the class, but he wasn’t at the bottom either.

They were above average most of the time, but when his grades dropped after Nancy broke up with him, everyone seemed to treat it as confirmation of what people had been saying behind his back all along. He still managed to pick himself up when exams rolled along, but it hadn’t helped sway opinion much.

It was an opinion that you did not share however.

Steve was smart. The information that interested him was just different. A conversation that he had with Lucas Sinclair on sports earlier only confirmed it.

Batting averages rolled off his tongue like they were nothing, even going as far as remembering what Wade Boggs’ average was back in ‘82. Name a Major League player and Steve would know exactly why he was better or worse than another player.

Same thing for basketball and ice hockey. You had even overheard him talking about volleyball once. Technically, it was women’s beach volleyball, but it still counted.

The only sports that Steve didn’t seem to care for were soccer and lacrosse. You highly suspected that the only reason that he didn’t like lacrosse was because his dad used to play it in college, apparently. That was a nice little piece of information that you had gained from Robin in Steve’s absence.

“True,” he smiles. “Don’t recall you ever saying anything about that.”

How he would know that was anybody’s guess, seeing how you must have been nothing more than another face in the school hallways, but you don’t question it. For a couple of seconds you even find yourself believing that he would have noticed you, however impossible that may seem.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Steve,” you smile back. The awkwardness has finally settled. Maybe you can actually be normal around him for once. “Anyway.” You turn back to the cans and bottles on the counter and make a sweeping gesture with your arm. “What’s your poison?”

“Think I’ll have-“

Steve treats your question as permission to step into the kitchen. Your breath catches in your throat, when he leans in closer, making you turn the front of your body to the counter. 

He eagerly takes advantage of this and puts his hand on your lower back. You feel his hand slide down, can feel his fingers flex as they settle right above the curve of your ass. His face comes into view next to you and he keeps his eyes on yours as his right hand reaches towards the cans blindly.

“-this one.”

“Apple Slice?” Tearing his eyes away from your face to look at the can that he was holding, his expression flashes to one of brief disappointment, which makes you snort in obvious amusement. He was clearly going for one of the cans of Blue Ribbon behind it, but that was not what he ended up with. You stifle a laugh and add, “Wow. Didn’t know you liked that stuff.”

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” Steve opens the can and takes a sip, deciding to stick with his (accidental) choice. If it wasn’t for the fact that his nose crinkled in disgust, you might even have believed him. “I drink it all the time.”

“Sure you do.” You take the can of beer that he had his eye on and hold it out to him. “I’ll trade you.”

“Nah, I’ll pass.” He leans against the counter right next to where you’re standing. “I love this stuff, everybody knows that.”

“Sure they do,” you laugh. “That’s why you’ve been drinking it all night.”

“How would you even know what I’ve been drinking? You been keeping an eye on me?”

“What?” Your cheeks suddenly feel so hot that you swear that they’ve just caught fire. You hold the can against your cheek in the hopes of cooling yourself down, but the can’s lukewarm so it doesn’t help one bit. “No! Wh-why would I- I was just assuming, okay?”

The implication of his words were to poke fun at you, but you panicked all the same. You know what you wanted it to be, but there was no chance in hell that Steve Harrington was flirting with you.

No way. Impossible.

“Relax,” he replies, his voice softer suddenly as if he was doing his utmost not to spook you. “I was joking.”

You breathe a sigh of relief when he confirms it, calm setting in once more. Who knew that talking to Steve could have this effect on you. You would have liked to have been able to display a much cooler aura, but that persona seemed to have jumped out of you and ran for the hills the second that Steve came closer to you.

Not that you had ever been like that at all, but still.

“Do you want this or not?” you blurt out and you hold the can up just in case he thought that you were offering up something else. “Last chance.”

“Fine.” Steve takes it this time, your fingers brushing together when he trades cans with you. “But only because you were desperate.”

“I’m not-“ When Steve stifles a laugh, you turn your head in the opposite direction and find yourself staring at a grocery list that’s hanging on the old fridge. “Not funny.”

“Oh, come on. I couldn’t help myself, you’re real cute when you’re flustered.” You turn your entire body away from him, but you’re only doing it to hide your growing smile from him. “Seriously? You’re not talking to me?” You shake your head and he lets out a soft groan. “I was willing to give you my best puppy dog eyes, too.”

“Y-you were?”

“She speaks! But yes, I was.” You chew on your bottom lip to stop yourself from saying anything, because you don’t want to seem too eager. “In fact, I’m still going to do it. I think that you’ve earned it.”

When you finally turn around to face him once more, you’re subjected to the full force of his hazel eyes (looking every bit like he’d gotten private lessons from doe-eyed Eddie Munson), and his bottom lip is pushed out into a pout. He looks silly and adorable all at once.

“You look ridiculous,” you giggle. “Stop doing that.”

“No way,” he says with a smirk. “I can keep this up all night if I have to.”

“Really?” The prospect of being subjected to it all night makes your heart swell about three sizes inside your chest. “I’d like to see you try.”

Steve bats his eyelashes in quick succession a couple of times until you’re laughing and you swat at his chest in an attempt to make him stop. He instantly makes a grab for your hand and keeps it pressed against his sternum.

The distance between the two of you closes somewhat, but Steve still leaves some space on the off chance that you might want to pull away.

It’s quite possibly the last thing on your mind.

The only thing that you’re thinking of is what Steve’s hair would feel like if you ran your fingers through it and if you’d get a chance to-

“Oh.” Chrissy’s voice pulls you out of the trance that Steve has put you under and you take a step away from him immediately. “I’m not interrupting, am I?”

“No,” you blurt out.

“Yes,” Steve says at the same time.

“I’d offer to leave, but I live here,” Chrissy giggles melodically. “Give me a sec and I’ll get out of your hair though,” she adds with a wink in your direction.

“Oh no, you don’t have to…” You’re suddenly embarrassed that Chrissy might think that something was happening (it was but you didn’t quite want to believe it just yet). The idea of the former cheerleader offering to leave what was essentially her shared kitchen was too much to bear. “I should- erm-“ Your eyes fall on Steve, who looks more amused than anything else. “Talk to you later.”

When you leave to rejoin your friends in the neighboring living room, you can just about make out another one of Chrissy’s amused giggles and Steve’s hushed apology, but you don’t stick around to hear what he’s apologizing for.

The pair enters the living room a few short minutes later, Steve’s eyes immediately find you before Dustin Henderson almost rugby tackles him and pulls him into a conversation that he had been having with Eddie.

Over the following hours whenever you would hazard a glance in Steve’s direction, you would find that he was looking at you already and he flashes you the sad puppy dog eyes without fail every single time. Whenever he makes you laugh, a smug smile materializes on his handsome face, as if he just achieved something grand.

You don’t find yourself alone with Steve again though, making you think that the small moment that you had before had passed and entirely ignoring that it was more down to yourself ensuring that there was no opportunity for him to get you alone. You were in no mood to make yourself look like a fool any further.

The hours tick by until it’s almost twelve midnight and as if on cue, Robin started yawning loudly and exaggeratedly, to make sure that everyone knew that she was getting tired.

All talk then turns to who had come by car and who could drop who off.

Somehow, in the discussion that followed it, it had been decided that you would ride with Steve. How this decision had been made was a mystery to you since you lived nowhere near him and lived only a few blocks from Nancy Wheeler, but when you tried to bring that up, you were told that there was no more room in Nancy’s car. Apparently.

The little glances that several people shared was something that you failed to notice entirely, but if you had noticed you might have figured out that the entire thing had been orchestrated very carefully by your friends, by Vickie and Robin in particular.

There was no amount of planning that could get you in the passenger seat next to Steve though, because Dustin had called shotgun from the moment that he had insisted that he ride with Steve’s car (and had dragged a bewildered Lucas along with him).

When you got in the backseat next to Lucas, you breathed a little sigh of relief that you were not sitting in the front with Steve however, half-knowing that you would end up being a stiff mess for the entire ride. The back was safer, darker, and above all, a little bit further away from Steve.

The rest of the ride is pleasant. Dustin keeps talking about everything and nothing to fill Steve in about what he missed while he was away, even though he must have heard most of it this evening already.

They act more like siblings than anything else, though if you had to be honest, you had seen Steve act similarly towards some of the other teenagers that were present which had only endeared him to you further.

When Lucas is dropped off first, he and Steve make promises to watch a football game together soon, and he drops Dustin off not long after. Similar promises are made, but they’re more of the ‘give us a ride to the arcade’ kind than anything else.

As soon as Dustin closes the door behind him, you’re shifting in the backseat, thinking it would be too odd to keep sitting there all alone. You can be brave for a short while, you’d only be in the car for a few minutes after all.

As soon as you’re moving to open the door, your hand jerks away from the handle when Steve starts driving again.

“Steve!” His eyes find yours in the rearview mirror, not so much saying ‘what?’ with his mouth, but with his eyes instead. “I was going to sit up front.”

“You don’t have to,” he answers simply.

“You’ll look like my driver like this,” you grumble slightly. “It’ll look weird.”

“Really? You’re worried about that?” Steve chuckles and you don’t really notice that he just took the wrong turn. “There’s hardly anyone around right now.”

“You don’t know that.” You lean forward in your seat, your hand coming down to rest on his chair, your fingers close to his shoulder. “There’s this old guy on my street that’s always keeping ta- hey. This isn’t the way to my house.”

“Just taking a little detour,” Steve grins, not willing to divulge any more than that.

The road that he’s currently on takes you out of town and he looks at your face out of the corner of his eye, catches how your eyes widen significantly when you realize where he’s taking you.

“To Lover’s Lake?”

Saying it out loud sounded insane.

Steve Harrington appeared to be taking you to Lover’s Lake.

You.

“Been there before?” It was a question that he knew he shouldn’t ask, but it was out of his mouth before he noticed it. “You don’t have t-“

“Once,” you reply honestly. You catch the little flash of jealousy in his eyes before the streetlights fade out completely and the car hits the dirt road. “With Pete Tanner.”

“No way,” Steve says with a slight mocking laugh. “He’s such a dick.”

“Tell me about it,” you scoff. “He spent about half an hour groping me and assuring me that he knew what he was doing, which he didn't, I might add! I gave him a handjob just to get him to stop. It was a disaster.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yeah, it was awful.” The experience had been so off putting that you had turned down every other offer of ‘hanging out’ there that you had gotten after it. This was your first time going back there in two years. “He tried to get me to go with him again the next week, but I shot him down so bad that he never talked to me again.”

“Well, unlike him, I do know what I’m doing.”

Steve didn’t even have to elaborate on that, the stories that floated around about him were pretty positive in regards to that aspect after all. It kind of stopped when his star dropped in his last year of high school, but it had done nothing to diminish his reputation. If you wanted to have a good time, Steve was your man.

“I know, Steve,” you say finally, your voice softer and decidedly more shy.

“You do?”

“Girls talk,” you clarify, even if he must have known where you had gotten it from. “It’s not just guys that talk about their conquests, the girls do, too. I’ve heard plenty of stories about you before.” You fidget with the hemline of your shirt just to have a reason to avert your eyes. “So. I know.”

“You don’t,” he chuckles. “You really don’t, but you’ll find out soon enough.”

You know that he’s right, because no amount of gossip would be able to prepare you for, well… him. 

“And for the record, I don’t talk so whatever happens here tonight stays between you and me.” When he cuts the engine, you look out the window to see that he had already parked the car near the shore of the lake. Steve unclasps his safety belt, turns in his seat and fully faces you. “Now, I’m going to get into the backseat with you and then I’m going to kiss you, because I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

“For how long?”

“How long am I going to kiss you for? As long as you’ll let me.”

“Damn,” you say under your breath and you can feel your body temperature rising in anticipation. “B-but I meant, how long have you wanted to kiss me for?”

Steve doesn’t answer your question immediately. Instead he switches the car radio on and turns the dial until he finds a radio station that’s to his liking. As soon as the sounds of soft rock start playing, he gets out of the front seat and opens the door that Lucas got out of a couple of minutes previous. He slides in next to you just as Roxy Music’s Avalon starts playing.

“A while,” he says simply whilst closing the door behind him. “You think I never noticed you or something?”

“I’m not exactly-“ You gesture with your hand and try your best to avoid saying the names of any of his exes, who you definitely don’t resemble in any way. “You know.”

“No, I don’t know.” He moves in closer until his thigh is pressing into yours. His left hand moves towards your face and you close your eyes when his fingertips skim over your jaw. “You’re pretty.” He says it very matter of factly, as if you should have been aware of it before he told you. “Thought you were pretty in high school, too.”

“Really?” You open your eyes and when you see that his face is a lot closer than you were expecting it to be, you jerk away and inadvertently knock the back of your head against the window. “Ow.”

“Christ, you’re like a baby deer,” he says with a laugh. “So skittish.”

“Sorry.” You rub the back of your skull automatically, but it doesn’t hurt much. “I can’t help it. I blame you.”

“What did I do?” He leans back against the seats, making his long hair flop over his forehead and partially covering his eyes. “I’m just trying to make out with the pretty girl that’s been making eyes at me all night.”

“Said I was sorry,” you whisper.

You don’t think that Steve has ever looked more gorgeous to you than he does in this exact moment and it’s scrambling your brain. You can feel your cheeks burn and your first reaction is to hide your face behind your hands. Your fingers are parted, however, so you can still see Steve’s face.

“No you’re not.”

“I am.” His fingers encircle your wrists and he slowly but gently pulls your hands away from your face. “Sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” He brings your hands up to his mouth and your breath hitches when he presses his lips to the tips of your fingers. “Huh?”

“For being like this. For not being… confident.”

“You think you need to say sorry for that?” His mouth drags down over your digits towards your palms and you swear you can feel his tongue darting out against your skin. “It’s a fucking turn-on.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I’m not usually- not li-“ He presses a light kiss to your wrist and it makes your stomach flip. The rest of the sentence comes out with a slight groan. “I’m never this bad.”

“You were confident enough earlier.”

“This is different.”

And it was. Being in a car with Steve and there being no possibility of anyone interrupting you changes things significantly. Earlier in the kitchen, there were no expectations, it was just some gentle back-and-forth flirting, you know that now, as you tried to get a feel for one another.

There were definitely expectations now, a chance of things going much further than before, and it was filling your stomach with butterflies and your brain with cotton wool. Being this close to Steve was making it hard to have any coherent thoughts whatsoever.

“Different how?” He looks up at you then, pausing his trail of kisses. You can feel his thumbs on your wrists, making soothing circular motions while you try to find your words.

“I didn’t think that we were… you know… going to do anything.”

“What else do people do at Lover’s Lake?”

“I don’t know!” That was a lie, because you did know. Everyone in town knew what happened at Lover’s Lake and Skull Rock. Maybe if you had lived under a rock these last few years, you could have been completely ignorant to it, but you knew. “Maybe you wanted to take me stargazing.”

“Baby, I want to make you see stars, but I wasn’t planning on taking you outside.”

“Oh my god,” you gasp. “That’s the kinda thing that’s-“

“Making you shy?” He laughs then, knowing full well how to get you flustered. “You thought I didn’t know that? You’re one of the only girls that would blush and giggle whenever I subjected you to my whole ‘ocean of flavor’ bullshit at Scoops.”

“No way was I the only one.” Other girls giggled and twirled their hair at him, too. You saw them ahead of you in line and  found yourself unfairly hating the girls that were confident enough to write their phone numbers on a napkin so they could slide it over to him. “No way.”

“Okay, maybe not, but you were definitely the cutest one. You could barely look me in the eye and then Vickie would have to order for you instead. It was cute as hell.” You burst out laughing at his confession. “You okay now?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m going to kiss you silly now.” A small affirmative noise in the back of your throat is all that you manage to offer in terms of a reply when Steve leans in closer. He pauses when he’s close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your face. “Still okay?” You nod, but he’s not letting you off the hook that easily. “With words please.”

“I-I am,” you stutter, “I’m great.”

“You sure? Because you don’t look it,” he grins mischievously. He swipes a finger from the top of your spine up to your hairline. You could feel the heat there before, where some wisps of hair had stuck to your skin, and now he can feel it too. “You coming down with somethin’?”

The only thing that you manage to do is huff in annoyance, words of disagreement already on your tongue, threatening to spill out. There’s not much chance for them to do so, because he takes the opportunity to kiss you now.

It’s a light peck. Just to get things started. No more, no less. But you let out a content sigh all the same. It makes Steve smile again, the ease with which he can read you amusing him to no end.

You whine in displeasure, already impatient that Steve’s making you wait for more.

“Relax, baby,” he breathes against your parted lips, “I was only teasing.”

He starts kissing you in earnest a split second later. And boy, can Steve Harrington kiss.

You had heard the stories, plenty of them, all of them overheard as other girls tried to outdo their friends, but none of their descriptions lived up to the real thing.

Feeling his lips on yours is making you tingle, as if electricity is coursing through him and it’s literally making sparks fly whenever he kisses you. When you feel his hand on your neck, his thumb on the corner of your jaw and his pinkie on your collar bone, it makes your skin prickle there, too.

His tongue swipes over the crease of your mouth and he does it again when you don’t grant him access quickly enough. It makes you feel better that Steve is just as impatient as you seem to be.

When his tongue finally delves into your mouth, you find that he tastes like the beer that he had earlier, but more surprising are the citrus undertones, the ones that are also sticking to his skin whenever you breathe in deeply through your nose. You can practically feel the oranges explode on your lips and the juices penetrate your mouth.

You wonder how much of that is down to your imagination or if Steve does indeed taste faintly of ripe oranges.

He’s blissfully unaware as to what’s going through your mind as your tongues slide over each other. All that he knows is that he wants more than what you’re offering him right now.

Your lips part and he presses his forehead against yours. You’re breathing heavily and you swallow hard enough for him to hear it. Your exhales intermingle with the hot air that’s coming from him, you feel it curl over your lips and spread outward over your cheeks.

Steve nudges the tip of his nose against yours and you both huff a laugh. You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him like he’s a lifeline. He says nothing about it, but merely keeps looking at you and waits for your breathing to even out.

“Hey,” he finally says, “you still okay?”

“Perfect.” You tilt your chin up until your lips touch again and you murmur against his mouth, “You got me all lightheaded.”

“From a kiss?” When you nod, he chuckles softly. “That’s nothing.”

You’re a little bit more prepared when he dives back in again, your lips crashing back into each other as he hits you full force. You can’t get enough of him and it feels like the feeling is very much mutual.

Confidence floods back into you, all because you’re with him right now, because he seems to have picked you. He noticed you, well before this night apparently, and it was making you more bold, more powerful.

You start pushing back a bit, your teeth nipping at his lips, your tongue pushing into his mouth until you have him going all breathless instead. You can feel him shudder when you press your hand against his stomach, the muscles twitching under your palm.

Not wanting to be outdone, Steve takes back control a little by putting his hands on your hips and sliding them to the back until he’s grabbing two handfuls of your ass. You squeak when he lifts you up from the seat, making you plant your hands against the roof of the car, head tilting backwards and opening up your neck which he immediately latches on to with his lips.

“Ah.” Your head is spinning, already drunk on him and the way that he’s leaving gentle kisses on the column of your throat definitely isn’t helping. When he starts sucking on your pulse point, you moan his name, “Steve.”

“Right there?” You heave a sigh when he does it again and soon he’s putting more suction on your skin as if he’s trying to mark you. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “Yeah, I like it.”

“Thought so,” he says in between open mouthed kisses. “Love those noises you’re making, baby. You gonna make more of them for me?”

“If you want me to.”

“I want you to.”

“Wouldn’t be able to stop anyway,” you pant in reply. “Fuck, Steve.”

“Like that,” he says, voice sounding needy and heated. “Just like that.”

Nothing but a string of whines tumble from your lips as Steve continues his assault on your neck, but his mouth keeps moving down lower until it hits the collar of your shirt. He pulls it down as far as it can go so he can lick the dip above your sternum before veering outward to the parts of your collarbones that he managed to uncover.

Your hips are grinding against nothing at all, desperately needing some kind of friction, hoping that Steve will take the hint since his hands are still on your ass and nothing seems to be able to make them move.

When they finally shift, you breathe a sigh of relief, because you can finally feel his long fingers on the front of your body, gliding up your torso until they’re touching the underwire of your bra… where they then come to a complete standstill again.

The constant teasing is really starting to get to you. You’re so ridiculously hot for the guy that you swear you’ll scorch your way from the leather upholstery all the way down to the chassis.

It would appear that Steve is able to tell that you’re seconds away from reaching your limit however.

Your back is pushed against the door until there’s nothing left for you to do but sit in the seat sideways facing him. Steve follows you and soon he’s sitting on his knees between your parted legs. His hands are on your knees and he slides them down the inside of your denim clad thighs, fingers dancing over the inside seam, down towards where you’re searing hot for him.

Your hips push up instinctively, only to feel his digits move upwards to your hips, missing where you wanted to feel them the most completely.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, “not yet.”

When you pout, he chuckles and you highly suspect that he likes seeing you like that a little bit too much, seeing how something like this has happened a couple of times already.

Sweet merciful release comes when he finally slides his hands under your shirt and cups your breasts through the rather plain white bra that you’re wearing. He pulls the cotton cups down and you arch your back into his palms when you feel his warm skin against yours.

“Baby, could you-“ Before he could finish his sentence, you were already leaning forward, grabbing the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it into the front seat. “Someone’s eager,” he grins as he gets his first view at your (almost) bare chest. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

You grab at his shoulders, tugging on his shirt, but he surges forward to smash his lips into yours first before whipping his shirt off with the same level of eagerness as you had taken off yours. His shirt joins yours in the front, hanging over the steering wheel.

Your hand shakes slightly when you reach for him, the palm of your hand connecting with his bare chest. You had seen him like this plenty of times when he was still the swim team captain, like so many other girls that came to cheer him on during high school, but you had never thought that you would be able to touch him like this.

There’s barely enough time for you to run your hand from his clavicle down to the top of his jeans before he kisses you hungrily again. He barely allows you time to breathe and every time that your lips part, you’re taking in large gulps of air, almost forgetting to breathe entirely if it wasn’t for your burning lungs alerting you to the fact that air was desperately needed.

“Steve,” you whine when his chest hair rubs against your hardened nipples.

“I know, baby,” he replies and before you know it, his hands are on your jeans, undoing the button and tugging them down your legs. Your underwear comes along with them, but you could care less. When he realizes that your lower half is bare, his eyes widen a fraction, barely visible from the faint green glow of his car stereo. “Let me look at you. All of you.”

Taking the hint, you reach around your back to take your bra off and playfully throw it right at him. He brushes it off the leather seat and it slides down to the floor, where you think you’ll leave it when he drops you off at the end of the night, just to give him something to remember you by.

You put your hands on your knees and slowly start pulling your legs apart, baring yourself to him completely. Steve’s eyes drop to the apex of your thighs, his hunger for you plain to see on his face, even in the mostly dark car.

One leg slips off the bench and you push the other one up, hooking your ankle over the headrest. You sigh, contented and warmed by his gaze, and your hands glide over your thighs, until they come to a stop on the lower part of your belly.

“Well, fuck,” Steve finally growls. “Pretty as a picture.”

Rushing forward, he’s on top of you in a flash, lips smashed together and his hands massaging your tits. His hips undulate against yours, the zipper of his fly catching your clit until you’re gasping and sighing into his mouth. You wrap your legs around his hips, the balls of your feet digging into his ass, pulling him closer into you until you’re sure that you must have soaked through the thick fabric of his jeans.

It’s embarrassing how fast you come like this, with his pants still on, but when Steve leans his forehead against yours so you can just make out his winning smile, you know that this was probably his intention all along.

His lips hit the corner of your mouth, then your chin, and then he starts kissing a trail down your body that’s still glowing until you feel his tongue circling one of your nipples before he takes it into his mouth and sucks on it.

Your hands shoot to the back of his head, your fingers tangling through the strands of his hair, and making sure he stays right where he is. He obliges, not moving until you pull him to your other breast, where he does the exact same thing.

Steve moves back and forth like this for a while until you can feel his fingers touching your clit which makes you pull on his hair harder than you had intended.

But it doesn’t seem to be nearly hard enough for Steve.

“Come on, baby. Pull,” he husks against your skin. You twist your fingers through the thick strands and do as he asks, but it’s still not good enough. “That’s all you got? Harder.”

Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pull so hard that his cheek knocks into one of your breasts. You can feel the corner of his mouth that’s pressed against your skin curl up into a smile, obviously pleased. It makes you repeat the motion, only this time you pull him to the side until his chin is resting on your sternum.

“You want to guide me?” His hands slip underneath your thighs before you even manage to nod, fingers digging into your flesh. “Do it. I dare you.”

“Think that I won’t?”

“Oh no, I know you will,” he grins.

“You want me to tell you what to do?”

“You could. I might even listen.” Despite what he says, it’s painstakingly clear that he will do whatever you tell him to do. “Just figured that it would be more fun if you’d just yank on my hair until my lips are on your pussy.”

Shifting your hand to the top of his head, you push him down. His tongue darts out of his mouth and the tip of it touches your heated skin, creating a path as he’s on his way down.

When you can feel his breath hit your mound, you stop, just to see what he would do. Steve doesn’t move, but simply hovers above you, completely still and waiting for you to guide him the last few inches.

The last push is rough, your impatience showing once more, and now he’s completely level with your cunt. Whenever he exhales through his nose, you can feel it hitting your center and since his breath is a lot cooler than the heat that’s burning between your thighs, he makes you squirm with every outward breath.

The wait is agonizing and since he wanted you to be his guide, you briefly wonder whether you should just grab a handful of his hair and push his face down, but he takes you completely by surprise by spitting on you instead.

The loud moan that bursts from your lips surprises you both. You can feel his saliva dripping down and mixing with your own fluids.

“You like that?” He breathes against your thigh when he hazards a glance to look up at your face.  “Feel good?”

“Yeah,” you moan, “real good. Don’t stop, Steve.”

“I won’t.” He licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit with the flat of his tongue and your hips jerk upwards to chase his mouth when his tongue stops making contact with you. “I’ll give you what you want. Promise.”

“Counting on it.”

Steve practically dives in and devours you. His tongue hits all the right places, the tip of his nose making contact with your swollen clit whenever his mouth dips further down.

What he can do with his mouth is damn near sinful. He’s so good at eating you out that he has reduced you to nothing but sharp yelps and loud mewls in a matter of seconds.

He’s licking up every drop of your juices like a man starved, like you’re the never-ending dessert of a three course dinner, something that keeps regenerating and keeps making him hungry for more.

The pads of two of his fingers prod at your entrance, applying the slightest amount of pressure, just to make you aware of what he’s about to do, which provides a sharp contrast to the speed with which his tongue is batting at your clit.

“Please, Steve,” you cry out, begging already. “Need it so bad.”

There’s no reply, save from the slow slide of his fingers into your entrance. Your walls constrict them instantly, sucking them in deeper. Your back arches, pushing yourself away from the door, until his free hand presses down on your stomach to make sure you can’t move.

Since you can’t do much else, you grab at his hair and yank harder than before, until he moans against you and rams his fingers into you as far as they can go. He curls them up against your sweet spot until you’re gasping for air, jolts of electricity coursing from your cunt throughout your body. You can feel it all the way down to the tips of your curling toes.

“Oh, Steve,” you gasp when he covers your clit with his lips and sucks. Your thighs clench together, gripping his head between them. It makes him moan loudly and the added vibrations are what ultimately push you over the edge. “Ohgodohgodohhhh- Steve!”

Your climax hits you so suddenly that it’s almost as if Steve’s car just got hit by a truck and you’re seconds away from smashing straight through the windshield. You’re not, of course, but Steve makes you come so hard that it’s almost too easy to imagine.

Despite the fact that he’s just given you an earth-shattering climax, he’s still going, but you barely notice at first. You’re practically floating, soaring all the way up in seventh heaven, miles above the car, completely elsewhere as the aftershocks still pulsate through your body.

The muscles in your thighs are still shaking, Steve can feel them clench and unclench under his tight grip as he keeps them wide open. Your stomach keeps tightening as the waves of pleasure keep coming, your brain all fuzzy like you’ve just spent most of your evening getting high.

By the time that your head’s finally clear, in the process of shaking off the indescribable buzz, you become aware of what he’s doing, what he's still doing.

The sounds of pleasure quickly change to overstimulated whines instead. You try to push him away, but your muscles are made of jelly and he only proceeds to grip your thighs tighter, keeping them apart with so much force that you fear you’ll have neat little bruises where his fingers were digging into your flesh come morning.

The more noise you make, literally begging him to stop now because “you can’t” does nothing to stop him. If anything, it only makes him go at you harder, pushing his tongue as far into your quivering channel as he can, until you’re crying his name.

“Steve, Steve, Steveeeeee…”

Your voice breaks and you start keening, your fingers attempting to push him away and keep him right where he is at the same time. You swear that you can feel him smile against your abused pussy, but you’re so out of it that you can’t be entirely sure.

Steve manages to pull another climax out of you, tears it out of you kicking and screaming, dragging it out onto the surface after he had been digging deep for it, knowing full well that you had another one left in you.

This time, he lets you go and you crumple into the door, chest heaving and your brow covered in a sheen of sweat. You’re past speech, your throat dry as parchment because you couldn’t stop chanting his name as Steve made your insides burn hotter than a forest fire.

Through blurry vision, you can just about make out that Steve sits down next to you, but you can feel one of his hands on your ankle, fingers lightly wrapped around it and his thumb making the same circular motions as earlier while you come down from your high.

When you look up, the roof of the car appears to be swimming with stars. You can still see them behind your eyelids when you squeeze your eyes shut. Steve gave you a climax of such epic proportions that you don’t even have to tilt your head back to be able to look out the window to see the clear sky, which would no doubt be dotted with very real twinkling stars.

Steve had no idea that it was one of your favorite things to do on a cloudless night. He actually brought the night sky into the car, just like he said he would, and it made you smile to yourself.

“What are you smiling about?” Upon hearing his voice, you stop looking up and you blink a few times to clear your vision before you look at him. “Hm?”

“Nothing,” you reply, because admitting to what had happened seemed silly somehow.

“Didn’t look like nothing.” You can tell that he wants to press on so you sit up, press yourself against his side, lean your head against his shoulder and rest your hand on his hip. “Don’t want to talk, huh?”

“Don’t think I could if I wanted to,” you admit.

“That good?”

“Steve, I think that the words ‘you rocked my world’ don’t even do it justice, even if that’s exactly what happened.”

“Cheesy,” he laughs and you can feel his lips on the crown of your head. “Good thing that I like cheesy.”

The two of you sit like this for a short while and you listen to his steady breathing. You desperately want to repay the favor, want to make Steve see the same stars as you did, and he seems to sense it.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he says in a low voice, “so quit breaking your pretty little head over it.”

“I know,” you reply. “But I want to.”

“Okay.”

His answer is short and simple, making it perfectly clear that there are no expectations. He’d take you home if you asked him to, but you would much rather stay here. You don’t want to go anywhere else just yet.

You start out slow, by kissing his upper arm and then his shoulder. Moving to sit on your knees for better access, your lips move from his neck until you’re peppering kisses all along his jaw. Steve doesn’t move, he merely watches you and lets you do whatever you want.

Reaching for his jaw, you turn his head in your direction so you can kiss him full on the lips. He plays along perfectly, allowing you to give him languid kisses, with his eyes wide open so he can keep following your every move.

Your hand moves from his neck down over his chest, skimming over his skin, until your fingers reach the top of his jeans. You pop the button with ease, pull down the zip, and before he knows it, you’ve slipped your hand inside so you can palm his length over his boxer shorts.

“I was going to tell you to take as long as you need, but if you keep touching me like that-” His sentence ends abruptly and with a sharp hiss, all because you squeezed him a little. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry,” you giggle and proceed to do it once more. You can feel his cock growing more firm against your palm. “Couldn’t help it.”

“Oh really?” he says, knowing you were teasing. You laugh again and this time he manhandles you until you’re laying underneath him. You eagerly pull his jeans down until they’re pulled underneath his ass. Your eyes drift down to his boxers and you can literally see him straining away against the cotton fabric. “I think that this is going to be a long night, honey.”

“Oh no.” Reaching for him one more time, you find him hard as a rock. There’s only one final cloth barrier between you now and soon that too will be gone. “Whatever shall I do?”

“Little brat,” he groans right before you finally push his boxers down. You finally look down, curious, and your eyes nearly roll out of your skull when you catch sight of his cock. Your hand moves slowly, tentative, until your fingers touch his velvety shaft. “A very long night,” he promises with a soft moan.

“I sure hope so,” you whisper back. “I could stay out all night.”

“Tempting,” Steve replies. He holds himself up with his arm and it makes his long hair hang in your face like a curtain.

It makes a grin appear on your lips, making you think back to how this started, with you looking at his long hair across the room and trying to stop yourself from staring. You can’t stop looking at it now, at those silky strands and how they sway back and forth, tickling your face, clinging to your damp forehead, and you don’t know if you could ever stop staring.

It was all the little things that made it painstakingly obvious. The little touches that were in no way casual. The way his hands would stay on your sides just a little bit too long at times. The conveniently dropped pens and pencils whenever you were wearing a dress or skirt.

And perhaps you should mind, any rational person would, right? But you didn’t. If anything, the reason that skirts had become an essential part of your day to day wardrobe was mainly because of Eddie. They’d been getting shorter lately, too. Just because you liked the way that his eyes would linger on your thighs and you could see the cogs turning in his head, wondering whether the hemline had gone up a bit since the last time that he had seen you.

It was happening again right now. 

You were sitting right in front of him, sketchbook on your lap, tapping away at the page with your pencil. Eddie was on the floor with his back pressed into a white chest of drawers that you had stuck sparkly unicorn stickers on when you were about eight years old. He kept a respectable distance, as usual, peeling at a sticker that was half loose, doing his utmost to pretend like he didn’t have some kind of ulterior motive.

He honestly thought that he was being slick by offering to sit on the floor all the time, but you knew that he was only sitting there because a certain part of your anatomy was directly at eye level. His pupils would dilate a fraction whenever he thought that there was even the slightest chance of him catching sight of your underwear and let's be honest, you would uncross your legs way too much anyway, so there was ample opportunity for him to spot your panties.

It had all turned into a song and dance that the two of you seemed to have gotten caught in for a while now.

You gave a little and he took. It was all balanced perfectly, but he had never actually crossed that invisible line between you for some odd reason. You gave him little chances to act time and time again, but he never did and it was frustrating the hell out of you.

You were almost ashamed to admit that you had thought about going commando a little bit too much lately. Just to see what he’d do when he noticed that you weren’t wearing any underwear. Maybe he would lean forward, put his hand on your knee whilst looking up at you with those warm brown eyes of his, slide his hand to the inside of your thigh and move it up until he was-

“Can you come help me out a little?” You snap and grip your pencil so hard that it was a miracle that it hadn’t snapped in two. You push your bottom lip out into a pout. “I’m kinda stuck with this.”

“Do I have to?” Eddie looks a little bit confused over your slightly angry tone of voice seconds earlier, but blames it on the fact that you’d been trying to draw for at least ten minutes and haven’t managed more than a few lines at best. “Your floor is so comfortable.”

“I need you here,” you reply and you pat the empty space on the bed next to you. “You can give me better pointers when you’re looking at what I’m doing.”

“I can see just fine from down here.”

“No, you can’t,” you sigh with thinly veiled annoyance. “Come on, Ed, please?”

“Okay, fine.” Eddie tried to make it sound like it was a chore, but you knew damn well that he didn’t need much incentive to sit closer to you. His hand grazed your arm the second that he sat down after all. “Show me what you got.”

Tilting the sketchbook in his direction, you showed him the D&D monster that you had drawn on the other page, a Gelatinous Cube with a skeleton and weaponry floating inside it. Eddie hummed appreciatively and nodded and then you could feel his left hand settle on your shoulder as he leaned into your space.

“And what’s the problem exactly? I think that it looks wicked.”

“They always come out looking the same to me,” you shrug. “I want to put a bit more variation into it, but no matter how much I try to change the swords and shields, it tends to look similar to another sketch.”

“Hm.” He rubs his chin, seemingly deep in thought, but you can see how his eyes catch on the sliver of flesh that’s peeking out from behind the sketchbook, part of your knee. Just to tease him a little, you uncross your legs, thighs pressed together as they move side by side, and you can see him swallow heavily. “Okay.” There’s an almost imperceptible shake of his head as he tries to get his thoughts back to your question and he launches into it, spitting out whatever words come into his head. “How’s this…”

And whatever he’s saying is helpful, it really is, but you can’t exactly focus when he presses in even closer and tucks some hairs behind his ear. That tiny gesture makes his scent waft over you and you breathe in deeply.

The cigarette smoke that clings to him at all times which he tries to hide with Old Spice and the slight whiff of his Speed Stick deodorant underneath it all. It all mingles with the Sour Patch Kids, half empty packet currently laying discarded on the floor, that he had earlier, whenever he breathes out.

It’s a smell that’s distinctly him. It’s so familiar that you can conjure it up at will even when he’s not around.

You look at him from the corner of your eye, mid rant about some other D&D creature that you could draw, but the words barely reach you. You’re too focused on watching his lips move and the way his tongue darts out occasionally to wet them. Your thoughts drift again, wondering what it would feel like if he pressed them against yours right this instant.

Eddie clears his throat and you realize that you’ve been staring.

“There’s-uh-“ You point to his face and then at your own, trying to act like there was something on his cheek. He wipes at the thing that wasn’t there to begin with and you smile. “Yeah, you got it.”

“Okay, good.” His self-satisfied smile tells you that he didn’t buy your excuse at all, but he humors you nonetheless. “We could do something else,” he suggests.

“Like?” Your voice comes out as a squeak, wondering if it was going to happen now and you feel horribly unprepared even if you’ve steadily been building up to this moment for a very long time.

“I dunno,” Eddie shrugs. “Connect Four?”

“You wanna…” You deflate almost instantly. “Only you would suggest playing that,” you mutter.

“Hey, we played that last week.”

“We were stoned, Eddie.”

“So? You know I always have weed on me.”

“Yes, I am aware of it. You do realize that my drawings look awful when I’m high,” you point out. Your art tended to look decidedly abstract in those instances to put it mildly.

“Okay, okay,” he says suddenly, hands held up in surrender as he concedes. “I’ll focus on this. For you.”

“Thank you,” you grin. “We can play Connect Four afterwards.”

“Yes!” Eddie punches the air in a display of victory. “I’ll beat your ass.”

“Course you will.”

When his hands come back down, one comes to rest on his knee, but the other settles on the top of your spine, right in the middle of your shoulder blades. You inhale sharply, doing your utmost to stop your body from going completely rigid, but Eddie doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are concentrated on the tip of your pencil and they follow it as you draw a shaky line.

You turn the pencil around so you can erase the hastily drawn line with the rubber eraser on the end. Eddie’s hand slides down to the center of your back and the red eraser shoots across the page. He splays his fingers out, stretching them as far as he can across your back, and you can feel the burn of his palm through the flimsy material of your shirt. It makes the eraser skid over the paper in such a way that it’s a miracle that you didn’t go through the page altogether.

“You okay?” You can hear the amusement in his voice, even the smile that accompanies it. “You seem a little on edge.”

“I’m fine,” you croak. “Just annoyed that I can’t get this to work. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh,” he replies with still evident delight. “Sure it is.”

You already knew that he didn’t buy that you were simply like this because you seemed to have lost your ability to draw, but to hear him point it out like that makes you want to protest and deny it. You’re seconds away from making it known to him, your mouth already open, when his hand moves down lower and reaches the bottom of your shirt.

Your mouth snaps shut instantly. Your shirt had ridden up slightly and it left part of your lower back bare.

Just a little bit more and then he-

Right as you’re thinking it, Eddie’s fingernails scratch at the sliver of exposed skin right above the waistband of your pristine white skirt and, inevitably, the elastic band of your underwear that lay just underneath.

Your breath hitches and you finally look up at him to find him staring at the wall, at some vintage poster of The Doors that had belonged to your uncle once, but when he noticed that you were staring at him, he stares back without saying a single word.

You shift back a little, in an effort to make his hand move down lower, hoping that his fingers would finally dip down underneath the fabric. Instead he pulls his hand away as if burned. His cheeks flush pink over having been caught out and he scratches at his scalp awkwardly.

As a means of distracting yourself after your completely failed attempt, you sketch something like you had been trying to do before, but there was no direction in your pencil strokes. You were merely aimlessly sketching something, anything, and the hastily made end result looked more like something that a toddler would crudely produce with some crayons that they could barely hold in their tiny hands.

The thing is that Eddie is welcoming this distraction as well and as his eyes fall on the sketchbook on your lap, his now free hand comes down on it. He starts tapping on the page with his index finger a little bit too hard by accident, as if he’s trying to go clean through the pages that are covering you.

“That’s it,” he says without really looking at what you had drawn at all. “That’s my girl.”

The noise you make in reply was something that was supposed to have been a gasp, but it comes out as a cross between a gasp and a moan. It was a little bit loud, too, not something that could be ignored in any way.

You swear that every single drop of blood in your body rushes to your head in that instant. Your cheeks are so hot that it feels as if they’re on fire. You can feel the heat all the way in the tips of your ears, almost as if you’ve just heard Eddie make that noise instead.

That thought makes you duck your head, thinking that he might be able to read the arousal all over your face. Your gaze is fixed downward at nothing in particular, but you start picking at a loose thread that you happen to see on your quilt bed cover, hoping that he might think that it was offensive enough to have caught your attention.

When Eddie doesn’t speak, you clear your throat loudly and then fake a cough. You start to lean forward, away from him, and get ready to move off the bed, but just as you manage to lift your ass up, you feel a hand on your arm and you’re pulled back down again.

The sketchbook thuds onto the floor loudly and the pencil rolls underneath your bed. Both are promptly forgotten.

Eyes darting off to the side, you catch your first real glimpse of Eddie since it happened, since you released your moan, and there’s such a huge feral grin plastered all over his face that you inadvertently gasp.

“Oh no, sweetness, what was that?” He tries to sound all sweet, but amusement is bleeding into his tone. “What just happened?”

“N-nothing.” Your voice comes out all high and squeaky which only makes you feel more embarrassed. “Nothing happened.”

“Didn’t sound like nothing to me,” he replies with glee. “Was that because I called you ‘my girl’?”

“N-no! W-why would that-“ His disbelief is written all over his face and it only makes you buckle down more because you’re somewhat sure that he’s making fun of you. “It’s true!”

“Sure.” He drawls out the word and his hand skims down your arm. The way that he’s touching you now could no longer be brushed off as accidental, because the pads of his fingers are pressing into your flesh harder than they usually do. “I believe you.”

“Eddie-“

“Totally believe you.” When his fingers reach your wrist, he skates them back up again. “Who knew that that would be what would make you break, huh?”

“I didn’t break.”

“You so did though, but you know what? It’s okay.” His hand reaches your shoulder and he slows down there, in such a way that you’re convinced that he’ll pull away. “I don’t mind.”

It’s like you’re suspended in time. Waiting for Eddie to put you out of your misery, but it seems to take hours. He must be able to sense your willingness and is only drawing it out for fun as far as you can tell. It wouldn’t surprise you to be honest, for Eddie did so love to tease.

He brushes your hair away from your neck almost reverently, still moving impossibly slow as if he’s afraid that you might jolt and pull away if he goes at it any faster.

Moving in closer, you can feel his hot breath hit you first. Your first response was to lean to the side, followed by the urge to tilt your head in the other direction to open up as much of your neck for him as you can. As all those feelings are swirling up inside of you, trying to decide what to do, you end up freezing entirely instead, and before you know it, you can feel the brush of his lips just below your ear.

It starts out light, but soon he’s pressing down harder, more forcefully, each press of his lips deliberate and setting your skin further ablaze the longer he continues.

“You have no idea how many times I thought about this,” he husks against your heated skin. “I’ve had to cover myself up so many times around you.”

“You-you did?”

“All the time.” He licks over the throbbing artery in your neck and you grasp at his hair, twisting the strands around your fingers and pulling. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t know.”

“I really didn’t,” you whine.

“Really? After you’ve been trying to bait me for ages?” Eddie looks up slightly, his eyebrows arched as he catches you on another lie. “Like that time where your skirt accidentally flipped up and you flashed your panties at me? When there was no wind? And I suddenly told you that I forgot that I had to help my uncle?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumble, but the memory flashes through your mind all the same. You really thought that you had him that time, too, but he had to ruin it by hurriedly leaving all of a sudden.

“Course you don’t, filthy girl.” He sinks his teeth into your throat until you squeal. “Or that one time where your hand grazed my crotch and you tried to play it off as accidental with that innocent smile of yours? You’re not fooling anyone, you know.”

“Like you’re any better,” you huff. “Always hugging me from behind with your fingers pressed up against the underside of my bra.”

“You like it when I do that though,” he smiles. “You always press your ass back against my dick, always so keen to play along, always trying to see who’ll crack first.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” you reply quickly, somewhat stunned that he had noticed what you had been doing all this time. “Your arms always graze over my tits every chance you get.”

“And you keep twisting your body to make sure that you get the maximum amount of contact out of it,” he shoots back. “I may be a perv, but you sure like to feed me crumbs whenever you can.”

“Do not.”

“Yeah sure,” he rolls his eyes and bites you again. “Who’s the one who left her panties over at my place during the last sleepover?”

A sudden wave of embarrassment hits you. You thought that you had been so subtle about it, too.

“I lost those,” you finally say, too ashamed to admit to the fact that it had not been an accident at all, because who could possibly ‘forget’ something like that? It wasn’t as if you had turned up at his place with a suitcase full of clothing.

“That was deliberate and you know it, but it’s okay. I don’t mind,” he grins. “I fucking love every second of this game that you play.”

“Game?”

“Uh-huh. Game,” he reiterates. “The real question is who’s been playing with who?”

Your brow furrows as you contemplate his words. You had never quite looked at it like that before. Yes, you had been trying all kinds of things in an effort to get Eddie to act once and for all, but you had never once considered that he might have been playing along with you.

But it all made sense now.

Before you had deliberately left a pair of your panties at his place, several had mysteriously gone “missing”, usually right after Eddie had visited. It hadn’t taken you long to put two and two together. It got to the point where you even left things out for him to take, which he always did.

Still, the fact that he never did anything else had thrown you for a loop time and time again. At one point you had settled on him simply not being interested in you like that, which definitely did not explain some of the things that he did, but for as far as you knew maybe he did the same thing to other girls.

His ability to be able to resist what you had been dangling in his face for quite some time now made you terribly unwilling to admit to it however.

“I wasn’t playing with you,” you answer with a hint of feigned embarrassment in your voice. “Seems to me like you were misreading some situations.”

“Like hell I was,” he says and his hands grasp your waist suddenly. “I think that I’m the one that started it, I’ll own up to that, but you have to admit to the part that you’ve been playing in this, sweetheart.”

You stay silent. You know full well that if you speak now that he’ll call you out on your bullshit so silence is your best and only option right now. Eddie chuckles in your ear and completely unexpectedly, he releases you and gets up. Panic sets in immediately and you reach out to grasp his shirt.

“Wait-”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He laughs as he drops down on his knees in front of you. “You thought that I was gonna leave?”

“No,” you pout.

“Don’t admit it then,” he shrugs. “I could see it on your face.”

“That’s n-”

Eddie doesn’t let you finish your sentence. He presses his finger to your lips in an effort to get you to be silent. He knew that if he would let you continue, that you would deny everything until you were blue in the face.

“This innocent girl thing,” he says suddenly, “can you keep it up? It’s really fucking working for me.”

“I am innocent though,” you reply as you bite your bottom lip.

“You’re a little cock tease, that’s what you are.”

Eddie plucks at the sleeve of your shirt and he doesn’t even have to say or ask anything, because you automatically reach down to grab the hemline, pull it up over your head and toss it onto the floor. It was starting to feel too constricting anyway so you were glad to be rid of it.

Those dark brown eyes widen considerably as he takes in the sight before him. You didn’t know it, but in his mind he was replaying all those times where he had seen your nipples harden underneath your shirts and actually seeing your tits framed in nothing but a thin layer of lace was doing his head in.

He finally licks his lips and tears his eyes away from your chest to ask, “Are you nervous?”

You realize that your emotions must be, once again, plain to see. “What do you think?” you ask softly as you avert your eyes from his intense gaze. You twist your fingers together in the fabric of your skirt.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He cups your chin and gently tilts your head back up until your eyes are focused entirely on him. “Promise.”

Eddie finally leans in and kisses you. But it’s too chaste. His soft lips barely make contact with yours, just a light press and then he’s gone. A smug smile materializes on his face instead, to indicate that even he’s impressed with how well he’s able to control himself.

“Bastard.” You shove at his chest in retaliation and he grabs your hand, presses it flush against his chest so you can feel how fast his heart is racing. “Why don’t you kiss me like you mean it, huh?”

“Innocent girl asking for kisses?”

“Even they long to be kissed,” you shrug. “But what, is this not working with your fantasy? You want me to beg for more instead?” You bat your eyelashes at him a few times and you can see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Please kiss me again, Eddie. I want more. Please?”

“You’re such an awful…” he mutters under his breath and then his lips are back on yours, hitting you with all the force of a speeding car. He actually knocks the breath of you from how hard he’s kissing you. “Such a- shit.“

It feels like he’s trying to eat you alive. You give as good as you get, trying to match his intensity, but it’s damn near impossible to match his hunger. So you grab at his hair again, pulling hard on the strands until he’s moaning against your lips, and that just makes you want to hear it again so you pull harder and then the fucker gasps and your brain short-circuits then and there.

His hands are on your shoulders suddenly, his fingers pulling the straps of your bra down your arms in a manner that’s in direct contradiction with the fire of his kiss. He moves slow, delicate, igniting goosebumps wherever his fingers touch.

When your arms are free, he pushes your bra down a little bit roughly, betraying his eagerness, and cups your breasts as soon as they pop out. You whimper into his mouth when his fingers pinch your aching nipples and that’s the moment where your lips finally part.

You stare at each other for a moment, both out of breath, and you suspect that your lips are as swollen as his are. You reach up to brush your thumb over his bottom lip and he parts them, allowing you to push it into his mouth. You feel his teeth first, biting playfully, before his tongue presses against the pad of your finger and then he sucks it deeper into his mouth. He releases the digit all too soon for your liking and you mutter a quick “Fuck,” as you stare at his lips, completely mesmerised.

Eddie chooses this exact moment to suddenly push you down onto the bed and he’s on top of you a split second later. His lips smash into yours for a few seconds and then he moves down swiftly until he’s level with your heaving chest. He quickly bites into the pliant skin of your breast and you squirm underneath him.

“Eddie,” you gasp hopelessly. He starts sucking hickeys on your skin, and you arch your back, pushing your chest up into his face. He hums his approval “Fuck, Eddie.”

His hands keep going up and down your torso, sometimes squeezing, sometimes tickling, like he doesn’t know what he wants to do now that you’re finally half naked in front of him. Every touch goes straight down to your pussy, which is literally throbbing with delight.

You grab his shoulders and huff when you can feel the fabric of his Hellfire shirt. You had forgotten about that. You pull at the collar one, two, three times until Eddie pulls away for a few seconds to whip the garment off before lavishing more attention on your breasts.

When he starts sucking on your nipples, alternating between them constantly, you do what you had intended to do before. Reaching down, you dig your fingernails into his bare skin and pull them outward over his shoulders. Eddie hisses and scrapes his teeth over the swell of your breast.

The urge to mark each other up seems to overtake you for a short while now that you both know that the other person does not mind one bit. Also, the idea that Eddie will have red tracks on his body that you gave him, effectively marking him up as yours, and that he’s letting you do this, only seems to fill you with a sense of pride.

Momentarily distracted by this, you don’t even notice how his hands disappear underneath your skirt until he hooks his fingers under the white cotton fabric and starts pulling them down your legs. He leans back to slip them over your feet and smirks at you.

“Hmm,” he muses while your panties hang from his index finger. “These are cute. Maybe I’ll keep these as well.”

“Eddie. I won’t have any underwear left if you keep taking them.”

“Even better.” His grin grows when you try to reach up to take them from him. “Ah, ah.” He wags his finger at you and then holds them behind his back. “You’re definitely not getting them back if you keep acting like that.”

“You’re annoying,” you sigh as you roll your eyes. Grabbing the front of his shirt, you give the fabric a rough pull. “Now get back down here and kiss me again.”

“Whatever you want, princess.”

Obliging with your request, his body covers yours once more and your lips find each other again. Only this time you’re very aware of the fact that his wandering hand skips your chest entirely, instead moving south so fast that it hints at his impatience.

His large hand grips your thigh, just underneath the hemline of your skirt, and that’s when he pauses, the fucking tease.

“Eddie,” you whine against his lips and you can feel him smirk.

“What?” He tries to sound clueless, but he’s not an idiot. “What is it?”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“You’re such an insuff-oh.“ He doesn’t cover your cunt with his hand until you’re mid sentence and your words turn into a loud moan. “There,” you sigh. “Right there.”

“All you had to do was ask, babe.” You would have smacked him if you were capable of it, but it was kind of hard to focus now that he was finally touching you where you wanted him to. “What else do you want me to do, huh?”

“Just… just keep touching me for now,” you whine as you push your hips up into his hand. “Please?”

“Whatever you want.”

His touches are purely exploratory, but you could care less. You expected it to be honest, because Eddie liked building up to things, whether that was in his D&D campaigns or in songs, it was just something that he seemed to like so why should he be any different in intimate situations?

Eddie would probably call you the tease until the end of time though. You knew that much. And hey, he could call you whatever the fuck he wanted as long as he kept his hands on you.

Suddenly, he brushes a finger over your clit and you can’t stop the desperate whine that tumbles from your lips. He smirks, entirely self satisfied, like he just found the most precious thing, a treasure at the top of your legs, and you just know that he’ll keep teasing you until you beg.

So he keeps his touches light as a feather, no matter how much you try to angle your hips to get more contact out of it. You even try shifting forward a few times, thinking that that might work, but his hand disappears until you stop trying and decide to behave.

“C-come on, Ed.” It doesn’t take you long until you give in, but he still gives you a look like he has no idea why you’re so worked up. “Stop dicking around.”

“I haven’t put my dick anywhere near you,” he chuckles. “I will though.”

Deciding you had enough, you reach down and cup his cock through his jeans. He hisses through his teeth and when you feel his hips jerking upward, you pull away and give him a taste of his own medicine.

When he chases your hand, you say, “Not so fun when someone else does it, huh?”

“Oh, you are such a brat.” He doesn’t sound as amused as he did before. Good. “Is this what you want?” Completely unexpectedly, he slides two fingers into you and your walls clench down on him immediately. “Oh fuck,” he breathes out. “You’re sucking me in, sweetness.”

You’re too far gone to even think of replying. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your mouth is hanging open in a silent cry. Your hand still responds though, operating completely on its own, and your fingers start following the hard outline of his shaft through the thick black fabric that’s covering it and keeping it from you.

“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna have to stop doing that,” he says with difficulty and he tries to pin your hand between his groin and your mattress, trying to limit your ability to move, but you ignore it completely. “Shit. I’m not kidding, sweetheart, stop doing that.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll blow my load in my pants.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” you grin. “Maybe I can steal your underwear when that happens.” His breathing stutters and his hips follow suit. “Oh? You’d like that?” From this angle, you can’t really move your hand much, but you keep trying to curl your fingers even as Eddie presses down more firmly. “Me keeping your cum stained boxers under my pillow?”

“Jesus fuck.” He’s really in difficulty now. “No. Nope.” And then he starts pulling away. “Not doing this.” Naturally you start whining so he presses one quick kiss at the corner of your mouth. “I want to blow my load inside you. Not in my fucking boxers. You know how messy that shit is?”

“I’d like to find out,” you reply as you wrap one arm around his shoulders to stop him from leaving. “Please, Eddie.” You can see his pupils dilate even further, which was nothing short of amazing since they were already nearly drowning out the brown of his irises. “I want it, Eddie.”

“No.” He sounds determined, but there’s still a spark of mischief in his eyes, as if he’s not ruling this out for a later date. “Cum inside you, not my boxers.”

You claw at him one final time before you reluctantly let him move away. He drops down on his knees next to the bed, his chest pressed against your shins, his hands gently gripping your ankles. He gives one squeeze before they start moving upward, his fingers trailing up your legs until they’ve reached your knees.

“You ready?” Eddie makes sure to ask first and it’s not until you nod that he slowly starts pulling your legs apart.

Your skirt, which usually barely seems to cover you up around him, does an excellent job of doing it now and effectively partially hides your most intimate parts from his prying eyes. When you feel him grabbing the pristine fabric, your breath hitches in your throat.

This is it.

Pushing your skirt up, your glistening cunt is finally revealed to him and he takes a moment to take in the sight. You spread your thighs open further and you hear his breathing stutter.

“Shit, baby,” he chokes out. “I’ve never seen such a pretty pussy.”

“She’s all yours, Eddie.”

“Fuck,” he groans under his breath. “Say that again.

“She’s all yours.”

A growl rumbles in his chest and then you feel his fingers on your folds, pushing them apart and gathering the slick that had formed there so he could spread it out. His thumb grazes your swollen clit and you writhe when he starts pressing lazy circles around it.

“Look at that,” he utters with audible amazement. “She likes that, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” you confirm, even if you didn’t need to. “She likes that a lot.”

“I wonder…” Eddie trails off and you push yourself up with your elbows just in time to see his tongue make contact with your core. “Mmm,” he hums against you and the added vibrations make you mewl. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

“Ye-yeah?” His revelation doesn’t come as a surprise, thoughts about what he did with your underwear had been on your mind often after all, but you had never been in a position to ask before. “You think about that a lot?”

“All the fuckin’ time.” His breath is warm against your cunt as he talks and he makes sure to keep licking as he talks. “You have no idea.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s like earlier, you’d be on the bed and I’d just want to pull your skirt up so I could stick my head between your legs. Just to smell you, you know?” To emphasize this, he breathes in deeply through his nose, and hums loudly to make his contentment known. “Your underwear doesn’t quite cut it. Kinda loses its scent after a while, too.”

It’s insane how much his words turn you on and you cry out when he slips two fingers inside you again, but this time he’s up close and personal, watching it happen and swearing under his breath.

“Fuckin’ hell.” You can hear the awe in his voice as he starts finger fucking you. “That’s it, baby. You want more, don’t you? I’ll give you whatever you want.”

When he inserts another finger, you realize that he’s not talking to you. No, he’s talking directly to your cunt.

“Fuck. So fucking needy.” He slams his digits in until they can go no further. “Oh yeah. Found the spot, didn’t I?” Your arms buckle and you drop back down on the mattress right at the moment that your walls twitch. “I’ll just- right there.”

“God, Eddie,” you manage to choke out, “my god.”

It probably sounds like you’re equating him to god in this instance and when he chuckles, you realize that it hasn’t escaped him either. His fingers curl up, grazing that spot inside you that makes your hips buck up and makes you gasp loudly.

“Got it,” he breathes against your clit right before he starts sucking on it. “Got you.” He plunges his fingers in so deep over and over that you can feel the silver of his rings on your burning skin whenever he makes contact. “Let go.”

The muscles in your thighs spasm, tighten around his head as the lights behind your eyelids spark blindly white, and you keen out his name as your orgasm tears through you and you descend to a higher plain altogether, floating upwards and out of your tiny bedroom where Eddie Munson’s fingers and his tongue bring you such pleasure that you think that you might have died.

You don’t, of course, but your body is burning so bad that it feels as if you just managed to crawl out of a freezing body of water and your body starts warming up as a way to fight the cold. There was some first hand experience with that, when you and a friend had been dared to swim in the local swimming pool in the middle of winter, and the burn right now was similar to what you felt back then.

It felt nothing like the times where you had made yourself climax, probably because it was the object of your desires that was making you come now. And the best part was that this was simply a prelude, a little taster of what was still to come, because you’d be coming all over his cock eventually.

When you finally come back down to Earth, Eddie’s seated next to you and your skirt has been removed. You wonder when that happened and why you didn’t even notice. The first thing that you see is the smug grin that’s spread over his face. You long to wipe it off and you were already raising your arm, hand moving in the direction of his face.

It freezes midair when you’re halfway there, because Eddie manages to take your breath away when he sucks the fingers that had just been inside you into his mouth, even when your taste must still be on his tongue.

It’s enough to make your body surge back to life and you’re straddling his lap in a flash so you can press your lips on his. Your hunger is multiplied by tenfold when his tongue slips into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.

“Easy there, tiger,” he chuckles when your teeth nip at his bottom lip. “Innocent. Remember?”

“You really expected me to keep acting demure all the way through?” Eddie must have known that you would fall down at the first hurdle. “Fuck that.”

“Wrong answer.” He makes a buzzing noise, like one of those game show buzzers. “Try again.”

Breathing in deeply through your nose, you try to calm yourself down. So he still wants this weird fantasy of someone that holds back a little out of shyness. That really wasn’t like you at all if you were completely honest and Eddie knew that, but still, if this is what he wanted… you could try again.

It wouldn’t last, not in a million years, but you would try.

You kiss him again, though it’s a lot more chaste than before, and from the way that his hands slowly wrap around your back, to pull you closer against him until you’re both sighing contentedly, you know that it’s working for him.

“Could you get up for me?” you ask him. Eddie tilts his head to the side, as if he’s trying to figure out if you have something planned, but you don’t even know yet. It was a pretty spur of the moment decision after all. “Please?”

“Anything for you, princess.”

Standing next to the bed, you pull him in until his legs touch the side and you sit up on your knees in front of him. You bring your hand up to his chest tattoo, the demon’s head, and you start tracing it with your index finger. You keep your movements slow, tentative almost, your fingernail scratching at his skin lightly at times.

Leaning forward, you press your lips against his inked skin and let them linger for a few seconds. You can feel Eddie’s breath hit the top of your head, warm and comforting, as he lets you continue without saying a word.

Moving down lower, you find the tattoo at the bottom of his ribcage. His mother’s name with her date of birth above and the date of her passing underneath it. You kiss that spot, too, a couple of times in fact. Eddie’s hand comes up to the back of your head, his touch loving.

It was a sharp contrast to what you were building up to, because your intentions weren’t quite as pure. Neither were his. But this was a moment of calm before the inevitable storm would tear everything to shreds.

Your touches and kisses were a lot more timid than his had been, still trying to play the part of the innocent, but you didn’t shy away from it either. Moving down ever lower, your fingers finally slipped underneath his belt and curled around the leather.

“You want to-?” The question was left unfinished, but the intent was clear enough. You knew exactly what he was asking you. “We can still stop.”

It was comforting to know that he would be perfectly satisfied if you wouldn’t want to do anything else, but that simply wouldn’t do. You could tell that he was straining away in his tight jeans. Hell, it looked like he was seconds away from bursting out of them.

“I don’t want to.” You undo the clasp of his belt and then move onto his jeans. Pulling them down his thighs with marked determination, you look up at him to add, “I don’t want to stop.”

“Well, shit,” he groans. “If you change your mind about this-“

“I won’t.” Your eyes remain focused on his plaid boxers and he’s so hard that he’s practically pitching a tent in them. “Wanted to do this for a long time, Ed.” You’re not even trying to hide the fact that you can’t stop looking at his groin and Eddie swears under his breath when you lick your lips hungrily. “Want you so bad.”

“Move back on the bed.” He pulls his jeans off swiftly. “Give me some room.”

Moving to the other side of the bed (that’s just about big enough to accommodate two people), you make sure that he has plenty of space. When he gets on the bed, he can’t resist grabbing the back of your head, more forcefully this time, so he can give you a kiss before he lays down.

“Now.” His fingers weave together and he lays his hands on his chest, with a look in his eyes that was very similar to one that he’d have in Hellfire, usually right before he would be making things very difficult for the players. “Because you’ve been such a bad fucking girl all this time, for treating me this way and for trying to make me jump your bones, how about you fuck me, huh?”

“I- you-“ You stare at him, completely dumbfounded. You had not expected him to say that, so you were having trouble processing it. “What?”

“Come on, genius,” he teases. “You’re usually so smart and you can’t figure this one out?”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yep.”

“I guess I’m just a bit confused,” you admit. “You don’t want-?”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant. I want to fuck you too. Desperately in fact.” He sets to reassuring you immediately, even though it shouldn’t be necessary at all after what had transpired between you. “But I also want to punish you for riling me up this long.”

“So what… I’m supposed to just get on top and ride you?“

“That’s exactly what I’m asking.” You catch the naughty pitch of his voice and know that something else is coming as well. “But how about you suck me off a little first. I mean, I ate you out after all. A little quid pro quo and all that shit.”

“Oh. Okay. I can do that.” As soon as you say that, Eddie spreads his legs wide open so you can fit between them. “I can definitely do that,” you mutter under your breath as you sit between his thighs and finally start stripping the plaid fabric off his slim hips. “Definitely,” you repeat as your eyes finally fall on his bare cock.

You already knew that he was big. You had been pressing yourself up against him long enough for you to know that, but seeing him laid out on your bed, like the best present that you had ever gotten, all ready for you to work your magic… Well, it was a little daunting, wasn't it?

You had dreamed about doing this plenty of times, fantasized about it as you plunged your fingers into your cunt as far as they could go, but it didn’t compare to seeing this in real life. Your imagination was vivid as hell, but not quite vivid enough.

How were you even supposed to fit that in your mouth? Let alone your pussy?

When you finally manage to tear your eyes away from his nether regions and your eyes dart up to meet his, you can see that he’s calmly watching you and following your every move. You practically counted on him to make some kind of smartass remark, something about how you looked intimidated by his size, maybe even a funny pet name for his dick, but he kept his silence (for once in his life).

Keeping your eyes on him, you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, your grip light. You jerk your hand upwards once, reflexively, clearly testing the waters and checking what would elicit a response. Sadly, Eddie gives you nothing in return. Not just yet.

Spreading your legs, you lean forward until you’re hovering over him, making it look like you’re about to take him into your mouth, and you can see Eddie hold his breath, trying to anticipate your next move. He inhales sharply when you let a string of saliva drip down from your lips instead, making contact with the tip of his cock, and that’s what connects you to him for a few seconds until the string breaks.

The fluid collects at the root of him and you reach out, fingers encircling him again, as you spread it over his silky shaft to lubricate him. His eyelids flutter closed, enjoying the sensation of your fingers dancing up and down his length, showing no sign of stopping for now. He settles into it, allowing you to have your fun as you properly acquaint yourself with his cock and figure out what he likes. Your eyes stay trained on his face, taking note of every little microexpression that flits over his features when you do something that he likes, when you squeeze him or twist your hand just right.

It’s not until you hear him utter one slightly irritated huff, presumably because you’re not exactly giving him what he asked you to do, namely putting his dick in your mouth, that your tongue darts out to lick a bead of precum from his slit. His reaction is instantaneous. His eyes shoot open, the sharp intake of air and his hips jerk upward to chase your lips.

You lick a fat stripe up the underside slowly and teasingly. To extend his suffering (just a little bit, you’re not a total monster), you dip your head down lower, blow hot air on his balls, only to move down lower still and press your lips to the inside of his thigh. When Eddie groans, you bite his pale skin just hard enough to leave a mark and he swats the back of your head in retaliation. The swat was more of a light tap, but you say “ouch” regardless and then bite him again, on his other leg, just above the knee.

“You want me to keep going or are you going to hit me again?” you talk against his leg as you drag your lips up his skin slowly.

“You’re making it sound like I hit you hard.”

“You did,” you chuckle. “Really hurts, too. I might have to go to the hospital.”

“Like hell you do,” he says, but he chuckles along with you. “Stop playing around.”

“Aye, aye, sir.” You can feel the muscles in his thigh spasm as soon as you utter the last word. Now that’s definitely something that you’re going to store away for later use. “You ready?” He tries to hit you again and you hold your hands up until his hand settles on his stomach. “Alright, touchy, jeez.”

“I’m not-“ His sentence cuts off abruptly, because you pick that exact moment to twirl your tongue around the ruddy head of his cock. “Fuck.” Your lips envelop him, your head bobbing down halfway and you make eye contact with him again. “Christ yeah, like that,” he moans. “Keep looking at me. You look so good with my dick in your mouth, sweetheart.”

Eddie nods almost imperceptibly and you take that as your cue to start moving. Your eyes are locked together as you take him in a little bit deeper every time you bob down, your jaw opening further to accommodate him. You turn it into a little show, humming and moaning around his length. The appreciative sounds that he keeps making only spur you on and for a while that’s all he’s able to do, releasing little moans and groans and the occasional swear word.

It’s not until you lick up and down his shaft, that he finds his words again.

“Fuck yeah,” he mutters. “Lick it like those popsicles that you were teasing me with all summer.” It makes you chuckle and brings back memories of you attempting to deepthroat a cherry flavored popsicle until Eddie excused himself. “Yeah, didn’t think I noticed, huh?”

“I noticed, Ed,” you purr as you press an openmouthed kiss on his balls. “Your jeans looked mighty tight every time that I did it.”

“I hardly had to touch myself when I got back home,” he admits. “You’d get me so fucking worked up.”

“Oh yeah?” You continue your kitten licks and seeing his blown out pupils follow your every move makes you want to know more. “Tell me,” you whisper, “tell me about it.”

“Fuck, you want me to… damn, okay.” It’s finally his turn to be at a loss for words. You had never thought that you’d live to see the day. “I’d just-“ He bites back a moan when you take him into your mouth again. “I’d pull my pants down far enough so my dick was out, barely make it to my room, and I mean barely, before I was coming.”

“Really now?” You sound indifferent to his, rather short, version of events. “Do better.”

“Better? Fuck’s sake.” He truly is struggling. This guy, who had such a way with words that he could conjure up just about anything at any given moment, was reduced to nothing simply because you were giving him a blowjob. “Okay,” he continues and you fully expect him to put in a bit more effort into his story this time. “I’d- fuck- you’d make such a goddamn mess of yourself. Always sucking on those things in such a way that the melting syrup would drip down your chin and onto your tits.”

When you release him, he whines, but you sit up a little so he can see what you’re doing. Some saliva oozes from your bottom lip down your chin and a string of it finally drips down until the fluid connects with your chest. Eddie hisses through his teeth when you rub at it with your finger.

“Exactly like that, fuck,” he breathes. “Jesus Christ, you have no idea how much I wanted to lick that shit off you. I’d think about doing just that when touching myself.”

“Anything else?” You ask with a smirk as you lower your mouth down on him again.

“You always stuck those things in way too deep,” he continues and you let the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. His hips buck up then, driving him in deeper, and you gag around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” his hand moves to the back of your head and he holds you down for a few seconds before allowing you to come back up again. “Like that, baby, just like that. I fucking knew what you were doing, knew that you were trying to-“

“Mhm,” you moan around him as you take him in so deep that your lips make contact with the thatch of dark hair at his base. Your throat pulses around him and you can feel Eddie’s cock twitch. “Mmm.” Every noise that you make comes out all garbled, because your mouth is full of him.

“Fuck.” You let him slip from your lips and his eyes are filled with nothing but lust and awe. “You used those popsicles to practice, didn’t you, filthy girl?” You nod and attempt to flutter your eyelids shyly. “Show me. Do that again.”

You don’t need him to tell you twice, so do exactly as he asks and take him in just as deep again. You can feel tears stinging your eyes as you keep looking at him and when he notices, his finger wipes at the corner of your right eye to drag it over your temple.

“Goddamn, I’m making you cry?” You hum in an affirmative manner. “I’m sorry, baby, but I’m so fucking impressed with you.” You try to relax your throat and keep breathing in through your nose, but it’s not that easy. “I love that you’re struggling to do as I asked.” Where Eddie was having difficulty finding the words before, he doesn’t seem to be doing that badly now. His tone is higher than usual, more interspersed by him taking in sharp breaths of air as he tries to steady himself. “As much as it pains me to say it…” He pauses for a few seconds before finishing his sentence, “…but you can move.”

And you do. Only this time whenever you go down on him, you take him in as far as he can go every time until you can hear him pull in a ragged breath before coming back up again. You hollow out your cheeks, sucking a bit harder, your tongue moving along the bottom of his shaft. The more noise he makes, the more you want his cum and you can feel a heat emanating from your core.

You don’t even hear Eddie when he tells you to stop.

“Stop,” he hisses.

You don’t.

“Stop,” Eddie repeats more forcefully as he pulls you off his cock, which you release with a wet pop. “I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he explains. “I told you where I wanted to put my cum before.” He looks down between your legs when you sit up. “So get on top of me.”

“Fine.” The word comes out sounding like a whine, because you’re disappointed that he wants you to stop, but there’s also a degree of excitement present that directly contradicts it. You’re on top of him in no time at all, knees planted next to his waist, and you position him in front of your entrance. “Now say please.”

“Excuse me?” His hands come down on your thighs with a loud smack. “Maybe you should be saying that to me instead.” When you don’t answer him right away, you feel his fingernails digging in your skin just hard enough to leave little crescent shaped marks when he finally removes them. “Ask.”

“Please?” Too bad that the word comes out all wrong, your annoyance clearly audible.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he gloats. “You can do better than that.”

“Please?” You repeat the word and it sounds a bit better this time, virtually bordering on sincere.

“Really?” It was still a million miles off from what Eddie wanted to hear however. “If you’re going to keep giving me this attitude, maybe we should call it quits.”

“Please?” His eyes make it clear that it’s not enough, but you can tell that you’re close. “Please, Eddie?” Desperation bleeds into your voice, conveying how much you want this, how badly you’re willing to do as he asks, that you’re not above begging for it. “Please?”

His expression softens just a fraction and he pats your legs before rubbing circles into your skin. Your breath hitches and you reach down again to notch his head between your folds. You don’t move until Eddie nods, until he gives you permission.

Finally you lower yourself down onto him.

You go slow, fully expecting to struggle, and it’s nothing short of intense to feel him sliding into you. The eye contact that you kept up this entire time becomes too much and you close your eyes, your face contorting as you take him in deeper. His touches on your thighs become more soothing and you can feel the corner of your mouth twitch upward into a crooked smile.

It’s like there’s no end to him. You have no idea how many inches you stuffed inside you already, but he just keeps coming. Sweet inch after sweet inch. The burn as he stretches you open, your walls struggling to accommodate him, is amazing. You suck in a sharp breath through your teeth and suddenly realize that your hips are pressed together.

“That’s it. That’s my girl.”

Eddie uses the same words that managed to pull a moan from you earlier when you heard them, the words that started this whole thing to begin with. You flush with excitement, a timid smile tugging at your lips which he answers with one of his own.

Finally you rock your hips back and forth once, the movement makes your breath hitch. He’s in so deep and you’re so impossibly full. You don’t even realize that your expression has twisted into a grimace until you feel his hands on your hips and you reach down instantly, twisting your hands until your palms are touching his and your fingers are laced together.

It takes you a moment before you move again and when you do, you can feel the first small ripple of pleasure inside, as if you’re on the edge of a lake and running your hand along the surface of it, trying to decide whether you want to get in or not. And you do, of course you do. You want to get in and float on the glassy surface of these symbolic waters, make some waves of your own, until you’re sucked into the depths of pleasure to the point of no return.

“You okay up there?” Eddie doesn’t sound cocky or teasing, but rather more curious since you haven’t vocalized anything when you sank down on him. His hands squeeze yours and you answer it with a squeeze of your own. “Sweetheart?”

“I’m okay.” You shift a little and it inadvertently makes your mouth fall open into an almost perfect ‘O’ shape. “More than okay,” you gasp. “Fuck.”

“It would be better if you moved, you know.”

“I know, I’m just trying to get comfortable.”

“On my dick?” You release one of his hands and swat at his chest. “I’m not a chair.”

“No, you’re definitely not. You’d be quieter for one,” you say before sticking your tongue out.

“Hey, you wanted me to talk earlier. I’m not shutting up now,” he retorts. “I’m gonna be talking all through this so get used to it.”

“Liked you better when you were quiet,” you shoot back, but he knows that you’re lying. Eddie could talk your ears off for all you care, it wasn’t like you would suddenly decide that you didn’t want to fuck him anymore.

“Momentary lapse, sweetheart,” he grins. “That’s all that was.”

“Shame.” You roll your hips and your movements aren’t quite as unsure as they were before. You’ve grown slightly more accommodated to his size, though in the back of your head you knew that it might always be a struggle. “Such a damn shame.”

Eddie has barely moved at all, indicating that he had not been joking when he told you that he wanted you to fuck him. You had never known him to possess a lot of self-control, but he was showing amazing restraint right now.

“I’m not going to move,” he says in a low voice as if he had just read your mind. “You’re going to have to do all the work. Let’s call it penance.”

You want to voice your disappointment, but it excites you as well. This thing between you had been built on seeing how far you could push the other person until they would crack and it looks like there’s no reason for that subtle balance to shift now.

“Penance?” you parrot back. “You’re making it sound worse than it was.”

“It was to me.”

“Ugh.” You lean forward a little and cover his mouth with your hand. “Shut up already.”

It’s what finally makes you move and you grind your hips down on his, dragging your clit over his wet pubic hair, your body jolting from the contact. Eddie lets you cover his mouth for a bit, moaning against your fingers, his perfect brow creased as your walls spasm around him.

You’re not so much moving, but more keeping him inside as you try to get the maximum amount of friction out of him and your hips twitch whenever you manage to angle your hips just right.

That wasn’t the deal however. Eddie cups your ass roughly, pushes you upwards and pulls you back down again with a loud smack. You’re reluctant to let him break your concentration, but he’s making it impossible for you not to cooperate with him.

Your hand slips from his mouth, down to his neck, where you grab at his throat, your nails seeking purchase and instead clawing red lines into his skin. It doesn’t look like Eddie minds however, if anything he only angled his neck more so you could mark him up some more if you so pleased.

“Come on, you little tease,” he says as soon as his mouth is free. You drag your hand down his chest, settling on his stomach and pressing down just as hard as his fingers which dig deeper into your flesh. “Work for it.” You rock back and forth, trying to set a slow pace, hissing through your teeth as you move. “That’s it. Show me how much you want it.”

“S-shut up,” you choke out as you move again. You knew that it was useless to say that, because Eddie was never going to stop talking. “Just- fuck.”

“No. I won’t,” he replies teasingly and he pushes his hips up then, pressing inside deeper than before. You can’t help but let out a surprised little yelp. “Keep moving.” His palm connects with your ass roughly, the sound of the slap reverberating through your bedroom and it inadvertently causes you to rise up and then slam back down again. “Like that. Do it like that.”

“God, Eddie.” You comply with his request and start bouncing up and down on his cock, raising yourself up on your haunches just high enough for him to almost slip out completely before you come back down again. The sensation of his length sliding back in roughly makes your insides twist into a knot. “O-oh fuck.”

“Feels good, huh.”

“So good,” you keen. “You feel so good.”

“Touch your tits.” You grab your breasts roughly and since he doesn’t make any other request other than that, that’s all you do. “Damn,” he rasps, “can’t believe how amazing you look. You’re so fucking thirsty for my cock, aren’t you?” When you nod helplessly, his hand whacks you again. “With words.”

“Y-yeah, Eddie,” you cry, “your cock f-feels amazing.” It’s a miracle you’re even able to speak at all. “Love feeling you in-inside me.”

“Look at you.” His voice is laced with reverence and you whine when you hear it. “Taking what you need from me like a good little slut.”

“Uh-huh,” you answer, still chasing the feeling that only he’s able to provide. “Yours, Eddie, your little slut.”

“Yeah, you are.” There’s a subtle shift of his hips then, obviously spurred on by what you just told him, and you’re convinced that he’s seconds away from fucking up into you with fervour, but he catches himself and goes rigid again. “Mine. All mine.”

“I am, Eddie,” you gasp, frustration edging into your voice as you try to get him to move, “I’m your girl. Always been yours.”

“Always, huh?” He watches you move on top of him and he knows exactly what you’re trying to do, which only makes him more determined not to give you what you need. “My good girl, right?” You nod immediately, mouth twisting. “But you’re not that good, aren’t you?”

“N-no, Eddie, I’m-“ He pinches the meaty flesh of your thigh until you whimper. “I’ll be good,” you blurt out.

“Oh yeah? Don’t think you can be,” he says, voice wicked and teasing. “You’re trying to say all the right things now, because you want something from me.”

And he’s right, you do. You want it so badly that it’s making your insides hurt and since he’s all but spelling it out to you, you decide to simply ask, just to see what he would do.

“Eddie, can you-“ You whine, desperately wanting him to move since what you were doing simply wasn’t cutting it. “Please, Eddie.”

“You need something, honey?” He pushes his hips up roughly and the sensation makes you gasp. “This maybe?”

“Yes, Eddie, please, please, please.” You weren’t above begging and that singular word kept spilling from your lips. “Need it, please.”

“No.”

“You’re mean,” you whimper helplessly. “So mean.”

“You know it, sweetheart. Now fuck me harder.”

You move with more force, bouncing up and down on his cock like your life depends on it, but it’s not enough. He keeps hitting the sweet spot inside you, keeps igniting sparks every time that you move your hips in a certain angle, but you need more.

Your hand moves down to your clit and you manage to get a few circular motions in before Eddie slaps your hand away. You keen out a noise, sounding akin to a wounded animal, and try again, undeterred. He squeezes your wrist and puts your hand on his chest instead where you scratch at his skin.

“I need it, Eddie,” you sob, “you gotta- gotta let me.”

“No.”

“Please, Eddie. I want to- wanna- ffffffuck.”

“No.” He’s more forceful this time and you just know that no amount of begging from your end is going to persuade him into allowing you to touch yourself, nor is he going to do it for you. “You’ll just have to get yourself off like this.”

The burn in your thigh muscles is damn near overwhelming. You don’t know how long you’ll even be able to keep doing this. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if Eddie at least worked with you a little, but he made it clear that he’s more intent on seeing you work for it, as if he wants you to prove yourself to him first before he gives you what you need.

If that’s what he wants…

It only seems to spur you on and you can feel a trickle of sweat move down your spine. You can feel the beads forming on your brow from exertion, but you work through it. The wet slap of skin against skin increases as you move harder, chasing your release which is so close that you can practically feel it, all that you need is a bit more… just a little bit more… just a little… more.

In your search- no, your chase for your climax, you push yourself up a little bit too high and his cock slips out. You whine over the loss of contact, immediately coming back down again, but it’s too late. You can feel his erection pressing against your ass instead of feeling him snugly between your walls. The fact that he slid out does not deter you from moving your hips however. You keep rocking back and forth, completely lost in the moment, desperate for release.

“Oh no, sweetheart, what did you do? Too much for you?” Seeing you in this state makes Eddie laugh cruelly. His hands tighten around your waist and when he starts lifting you upward, you sob, because some small part of you immediately thinks that it’s over now, even though you can still feel him rock hard against you. “On your stomach,” he then says. “Seeing how you can’t manage to keep my cock inside that tight pussy of yours.”

Sliding to the side to make room, you occupy the space that he was in before, laying down on your stomach. You look at him over your shoulder when you notice his weight leaving the bed just to see what he’s doing. It looks like he’s looking for something, but you’re unsure what he’s trying to find.

Your question is answered when he speaks.

“Where are your panties?”

“My what?” It’s yet another thing that catches you completely off guard. Eddie’s full of surprises today. You lean over to the side so you can look over the edge of the bed. Your discarded underwear is just peeking out from underneath his black jeans. When you hand it to him, you raise your eyebrows and ask, “Is that another pair that I won’t be getting back?”

“Maybe.” He makes a motion with his hand and you lay down on your stomach again. When you feel his hands on your forearms, which he moves upward, you think that you know where this is going. You feel him twist the thin material around your wrists and as soon as he’s done, he makes an appreciative noise. “How’s that?”

“Fine,” you reply. “You gonna fuck me now or what?”

“Impatient.” You find yourself breathing a sigh of relief when he gets back on the bed again. His hand taps on your ass. “Up.” You try to get on all fours, but you feel his hand move to the middle of your shoulder blades where he lightly presses down. “Just your ass.”

Pressing your knees down, you push your behind up until you feel his hand stop you. He dips his thumb between your butt cheeks, the pad grazing lightly over your other hole, purely exploratory, and then going further down until it’s pressed against your burning core. You push back, chasing his finger, and just as soon as you feel it, his hand is gone.

“Well, shit,” Eddie chuckles when you whine and you breathe a sigh of relief when you feel the press of thighs against yours. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispers so softly that you can barely hear him at all, “I’ll give you what you need.”

The only preparation that you’re given is the feel of the head of his cock against your entrance. Without realizing it, you hold your breath, waiting for him to push inside, waiting for him to comment on how needy you are or how greedy your pussy is, and the world seems to grind down to a halt as you await his next move.

Eddie doesn’t give you a lot of time to get ready however.

Seemingly tired of waiting himself, he simply plunges his cock into your wet heat and sets a frantic pace. You barely have enough time to draw a sufficient amount of air into your lungs, nevermind get used to this. If this was to be your ‘punishment’ for what happened earlier, you’d gladly do it again just to experience this once more.

All the teasing, which had been going on for far too long, had finally found an outlet. This was what the two of you had been building up to all this time. Something animalistic and raw, filled with a need that had taken root deep inside the both of you. His grip on your hips is so tight that his fingernails must be puncturing your skin by now. His hold is so tight that it’s ensuring that you can’t move, effectively turning you into nothing but his fucktoy.

His hips slam into your ass again and again, your skin connecting in wet slaps over and over. You let loose a slew of curse words, connecting them all into one continuous stream of gibberish. You feel his hand on the back of your head, pressing your face down into the mattress and you’re drooling on the fabric underneath you as he keeps pounding into you.

“Can’t believe you like this,” he barks. “Being fucked like you’re some animal.”

As he lets go of your head, you come back up to take in a huge gulp of air as Eddie keeps trying to fuck all the oxygen right out of you.

“Yesyesyesyesyes,” you whine. “Love it. Oh god. Fucking love it.”

“Oh yeah?” You find yourself wishing you could see his face, just to see what he looked like so you could store it away in your memory somewhere. “Such a whore.”

His fingers are back on your head again and you fully expect him to do the same as before. Only this time he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back as far as it can go instead. You sob as the burning embers in your core spark brighter, no longer drowning in pleasure, but scorched by ecstasy as the flames lick higher. You hear him swearing something about how you just got even tighter, but he sounds a million miles away.

All that you can focus on is the awkward angle that you’re being pulled into, the slight sensation of pain as he twists the strands of your hair and how his cock is practically trying to burst out of your lower abdomen. And fuck, do you love it.

The hand that had been gripping your hip slips down, pushed between your body and the mattress. He finally gives you what you had been craving before, his fingers rubbing that swollen button at the apex of your thighs until your body starts convulsing.

“Eddieeee-“ You keen out his name, higher and higher, stretching it out until your lungs are burning as hard as your insides. You take in a deep gulp of air and then blurt out, “Ohmyfuckinggod-“

You release another torrent of words, eventually trailing off into a series of gasps and moans as the coil in your belly snaps, the pleasure cresting and erupting into brilliant flashes of colors behind your eyelids. Your eyes roll back into your skull and your hands try to seek something that they can hold onto, hopelessly fighting against the bonds that they’ve been contained in and failing. All that you manage to do is claw at the bedding as your walls clamp down on him and milk him for all he’s worth.

“Shit. Holy fucking sh-“ Eddie’s words are cut short and he spills his seed inside you when your walls constrict on his quivering length. “Jesus fucking-“ There are a few more thrusts, slower as his balls empty themselves, and then he stills completely. “Fuck.”

His weight collapses on top of you and presses you deeper into the mattress. Neither of you move and you can feel his cock go soft inside you. When he finally seems to get some strength back into his muscles, he reaches a hand up to your wrists. He grabs at your bindings (blindly because his head hasn’t moved from where it was resting on your shoulder), undoes them with some difficulty, mumbles a quick “sorry” and rolls off of you.

You can feel his cum trickling out of you when he moves away.

“‘S okay,” you reply and you twist your head to the side so you can finally look at his face again. Lifting your hand, you bring it up to his jaw and gingerly brush your fingers up and down. “I wanna see your face next time.”

“You’re already thinking about next time?” His chest is rising and falling fast and he swallows hard. “Let me catch my breath first.”

“Not now!” You shove at his shoulder, but he won’t budge. “Jesus.”

“Eddie actually,” he laughs. It was a recurring joke that he still found funny. “But okay. I’ll make sure to hang over you next time so you’ll see nothing but my face.”

If you’d been able to, you would have loved to have served up some smartass remark. Maybe even something like another nudge at his shoulder coupled with some coy smile or something, more of that innocent girl shit that he seemed to love.

Instead your brain short circuits as soon as the words leave his mouth, because you’re imagining him doing just that, hanging over you as he fucks into you nice and slow. His face so unbelievably close that he’s all that you see and you’re unable to look away from him at all, because you want to see everything and then he…

The thought makes you giggle, all the blood rushing to your head in one go, and you press your face into your pillow so Eddie can’t see you acting like this.

You hear him chuckle next to you and then he says, “You’re cute, you know that?” You sneak a peek at his face and can see that he’s smiling brightly. “There aren’t a lot of girls who would respond in that way when the town freak says something like that.”

“Well, I happen to like the town freak,” you mumble. “So shoot me.”

“I know you do,” he replies. Eddie reaches down, tip of his tongue peeking out of the corner of his lips as he rummages around until he’s got his bandana in his hand. He sits up and uses the piece of cloth to gently wipe between your legs as he cleans you up. “I know you do,” he says again as he kisses your shoulder gently and lays back down next to you again. Holding out an arm to you, he taps his chest, urging you to move closer. “C’mere.”

You curl up against his side and his arm wraps around you, his hand lightly gripping your shoulder. Both of you lay in comfortable silence for a while, content just to be in each other’s company now that all the pent-up frustration had finally been released. There was no need to tease the other person into making a move anymore, it happened, it finally happened.

But you think that you might be unable to let go of it entirely, because you had to admit that you rather enjoyed winding him up and you’d like to think that he enjoyed it, too.

So an idea begins to form in the back of your head and you bite your lip as you try to think of how best to voice it.

You take a deep breath as you push yourself up. Eddie looks a bit surprised and curious, too, like he knows what's coming when you fold your arms on his chest and rest your chin on the back of your hands. 

“You still have all those panties that you stole from me?”

“What kind of question is that?” he scoffs. “Got a whole box full of them under my bed.”

“I want them back.” The look on his face tells you all that you need to know, that the contingency of you ever seeing your underwear again was slim. You realized that you needed to change tack quickly. “Okay, something else then, a proposition of sorts.”

“What kind of proposition?” That definitely got his attention.

“How about you wash them-“ Eddie was ready to protest, but you shifted one of your hands so one finger was pressed to his lips, effectively shushing him until he bit back his reply. “As I was saying, you wash them, or I do, then you give them back to me, I wear them, do… I don’t know… whatever, and then you take them back again.”

“Whatever?” His interest is obviously piqued. “Expand on that.”

“Touch myself.” He releases a breath that you hadn’t even realized he was holding. “Imagine me doing that several times a day so that my scent gets into the fabric real good. So good that it doesn’t lose its scent in just a couple of days.” Eddie groans. Oh, he was definitely into this. “Maybe I’ll even let you help me out a couple of times. Maybe I’d let you touch me or you could lick my still covered pussy. You’d like that?”

“Baby, I love it. Who’d have thought I’d get myself a girl that’s as filthy as me? I’m one lucky guy.” He grabs your hand, which had slid down to his jaw, and kisses your fingers. “One thing though, if you’re going to keep teasing me like before, I won’t hold back, okay?”

Christmas Eve.

It was something that always marked the point where you wouldn’t have to do anything remotely work related for a couple of days. Nothing was expected of you apart from lounging around at home, eating way too much and watching Christmas movies. Sure, there were still some obligations, but ones that you’d gladly endure.

“Knock it off.” You nudged your elbow into the side of the person sitting next to you on the couch. “I’m trying to watch this.”

There was a slightly annoyed grunt and then he went straight back to what he had been doing before. You pulled the fleece blanket up higher in a vain attempt to hide yourself completely, but that would mean missing what was sure to be the penultimate moment in the movie where the male lead finally figured out that he quite liked being paired with the over enthusiastic female lead after all.

“Come on.” His fingers grabbed the blanket and pulled it down to expose your skin to him once more. “It’s not like you can’t see this coming from a mile away anyway.”

It was pretty clear how Hvitserk intended to fill this time together.

Apart from the couple of hours where parental visits were concerned, but apparently, he could live with that. He pouted every time that it came up in conversation, but still. He could live with it.

That was a problem for tomorrow however, because at the moment there were other, more pressing matters, to concern yourself with.

Hvitserk was not paying any attention to the rather generic romantic Christmas movie you’d found on Netflix, but was more preoccupied with kissing your neck and sucking on your skin in between.

“Stop it.” You hit the back of his head when he tried to create another mark. “I can’t show up at your mother’s place with my neck covered in hickeys.”

“Why not?” Hvitserk was unperturbed and kept going anyway. You shrieked when he grabbed the blanket and threw it over the back of the couch. “Just want to let my brothers know that you’re mine.”

“They already know.” You pushed him away and poked a finger into his chest. “Ubbe’s married, Sigurd never attends and Ivar barely even looks at me.”

“That’s because my baby brother has trouble with girls and you’re still new.”

“We’ve been dating for almost two years.”

“New.” He came forward and pressed his lips on yours again. “And Ubbe’s already had his hands on you.”

“So has Amma and need I remind you how hot the two of you thought that was?”

“They’re freaky,” he said in between even hungrier kisses, no doubt remembering exactly how it looked the first time that Amma, who had been Ubbe’s fiancée back then, had her head buried between your thighs. “But we won’t be seeing them until New Year’s Eve.”

“We’re seeing them tomorrow!”

“You know what I mean!” Hvitserk’s hands skimmed down your chest, grabbed the hemline of your shirt, pulled it up over your head and threw it on the floor unceremoniously. “I can’t exactly ask Ubbe if he wants to give you a dickdown after we’ve had the first course.”

“No matter how much you’d want to.”

“Fuck, it’d be so hot.” His hands were on your breasts, long fingers plucking at your nipples through the flimsy fabric of your bra. “Imagine that.” He reached around your back to unhook your bra and then threw it across the room, in the hopes that it would end up hanging from the Christmas tree, which it didn’t. “You’re wearing that green dress tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah.” As soon as your tits were bare, he dove straight in, and you arched your back to push your chest up into his face. “What are you thinking about?”

“Ubbe bending you over the table, pushing your dress up, pulling your panties to the side and fucking you there and then.”

“Right as your mother brings out the roast chicken I presume.”

“Fuck yeah,” he husked against your skin, the visual turning him on to no end. “I could watch my brother fuck you and eat at the same time.”

“Your idea of heaven.”

“Basically.” He started grinding his hips against your thigh, so you could feel how hard he was already. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

“You always do,” you replied. “You gonna carry me into your mother’s house?”

“Uh-huh.” Hvitserk was beyond aroused now, you could tell by the way that his kisses on your chest got more sloppy with every passing minute. “I’ll carry you everywhere.”

“Really now?”

“You can ride on my back,” he offered as he continued his way downward, sliding from the couch as he went. “So I can feel your pussy pressing against my spine.”

“Don’t you ever think about anything other than sex?”

“Well, sometimes I think about fo- Ow!” You had merely tapped the top of his head, but he still pretended like he was in pain. “That hurt.”

“You big baby.” He stripped your leggings from your legs, spread your thighs open wide and pressed a kiss on your still covered up core. “Want me to make it up to you?”

“What do you have in mind?” You felt his tongue against the fabric, making it more wet than it already was. “You’re soaked.”

“Hmm.” Hvitserk was seconds away from ripping your panties off so he could plunge his fingers inside of you, so it was a bit hard to think straight. “Blowjob?”

That got his attention.

When he looked up at you, his pupils already blown out from his arousal, you could see that his hand went down to his crotch and he adjusted himself in his sweatpants.

“I’m not going to say no to that.”

“So sit down.” He was sitting next to you a split second later, an overeager smile plastered all over his face. “Just let me do my thing.” You swung your leg over his thighs so you could straddle him first. “To make up for hurting you so badly earlier.”

“It really hurt.” You sat up on your knees, so his face was level with your bare chest, and for a few seconds that was all he could look at. Leaning forward, you brushed one hard nipple against his cheek and he swore under his breath. “This…” He gulped audibly as he fought against the urge to turn his head so he could just latch on. “This was about me. Not you.”

“Boo.” You couldn’t even make yourself sound disappointed and when you lowered yourself down on his lap again, you ground your hips against his. “Spoilsport.”

“Tease,” he countered with a huge grin. He slapped your ass once and added, “Now get back to it.”

“Aye, aye, sir.”

You cherished the sharp intake of air through his teeth and winked at him before stripping him out of his shirt. Your hands skimmed down his chest fast, there would be plenty of time to take it slow later on, but this was not one of those moments.

One hand dipped down underneath the elastic waistband, fingers rubbing over the front of his boxers, just so you could see him throw his head back against the cushions and hear him groan. Your hand was gone just as fast and you pressed your lips down on his before he got a chance to voice his disappointment.

Getting to your feet, you leaned over him with the sole purpose of digging your nails into Hvitserk’s chest lightly. His green eyes practically sparkled with excitement when you raked them down his chest, creating red lines that would be gone in a couple of minutes.

“Tease.” He repeated the word when you lowered yourself down on your knees in between his spread legs.

“I could drag this out longer,” you replied as you drew lazy patterns on his thighs. “If you want me to.”

“Not really.”

“So shut up.” Hooking your fingers underneath his waistband, you pulled them down. “Lift your skinny little ass up.”

“Fuck you.”

“Not now.” You helped him out of his pants and put your hands on his bare thighs. “Maybe later.”

“I sure as hell hope so.”

Keeping your touch light, your fingertips danced over his skin, keeping them away from the areas that might work for him in any way. So you stuck to the top of his thighs, going up to his hip bones and then back down again until you heard him swear under his breath.

That was your cue.

Pressing forward, your lips made contact with his cock over the fabric, tracing his length with your tongue and then pressing a kiss to his tip that was featherlight. His eyes kept following you as you moved, his heavy breathing already making his chest rise and fall faster than before.

Your hand made contact with his bulge briefly, then moved up and snaked into his boxers, but as soon as you did your eyes widened. Something was… off. You didn’t know how to describe it and your fingers touched the base of his cock, making your brow crease with a frown, because there was something there that shouldn’t be there.

Hvitserk’s face was almost remarkably impassive, but you could see that it was a struggle for him to keep it that way. His lips were such a thin line by now that you could tell that he was seconds away from erupting into a fit of laughter.

“What did you-“

That was enough to make his composure slip and he covered his face with his hands. All that you could hear were his snorts and giggles. This was almost as bad as when he had found some emoticon baubles and cried with laughter in the middle of the store, all the while screaming through his tears that you had to let him buy the aubergine and peach baubles.

Asking him what he had done was clearly not working at all. He was very much unable to even give you a hint. No, you were obviously meant to uncover this little surprise by yourself. You bit your lower lip and pulled his boxers down until you could see exactly what your idiot boyfriend had done.

“Hvitserk!”

There was no other thing to do apart from laugh for you don’t think that you had ever seen anything funnier than this. Before pulling his boxers down, you’d been nothing but horny, but now tears were threatening to fall down your cheeks because you could not stop laughing.

“You don’t like it?”

“How long has that been there?”

“Since I went to the bathroom.”

“You did that about an hour ago!”

“So it’s been there for about an hour then!”

“Oh my god.” You wiped at your eyes and it didn’t help that Hvitserk started moving his hips from side to side to draw more attention to his surprise. “Why on Earth would you even do that?”

“I wanted to give you a present early.”

“By putting a red bow around your dick?!”

“I thought it was funny,” he replied with a shrug. “Don’t you want to unwrap it?”

“Stop it.” You covered your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from exploding into more laughter again. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“Come on, baby. It’s just for you.”

“Please stop talking.” You were practically wheezing at this point and if he carried on like this, you’d no doubt start choking. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Your idiot.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Don’t say that.” He pulled you up from the floor, wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. “I still want you to unwrap it though.”

“I can already see what it is, so what’s the point?”

“You want me to keep it on?“

“Maybe,” you replied with a grin. “You’ve already had it around there for a while now. It’s not uncomfortable?”

“Not really.” You reached down and started twirling one of the ribbon endings around your finger. “Weird, but not uncomfortable.”

“Wear it a bit longer?”

“Depends on what you’re gonna do.”

“Guess.”

Shifting until you were hovering over him, you kissed his chin and then dragged your lips down lower, really taking the time to slide them over his throat. Teasing him had been the last thing on your mind before, but Hvitserk had brought this upon himself as far as you were concerned.

Your teeth nipped lightly at his Adam's apple until you felt his breathing quicken once more. When you reached the dip just above his breastbone, you pressed your tongue there, lightly at first, before licking a stripe all the way up to his chin with the flat of your tongue and then you started all over again.

When you were on your fourth go, he muttered the word, “Tease.”

“You fucking love it,” you murmured back and then you bit the side of his neck, using a little bit of pressure, until he hissed. “I’m going to have to start all over again now!”

“Please don’t.”

“Indulge me,” you said in between leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses until you reached the top of his chest. “I know you can’t take it slow…”

“I can take it slow!”

“Since when?” You stopped what you were doing and looked up at him. “Being patient isn’t exactly your thing.”

“That’s because of… because of…” You could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to come up with a reason why ever make-out session usually ended with him frantically ripping your clothes off and then fucking you like his life depended on it. “You. It’s your fault!”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. If you weren’t so fucking hot, I might be able to take it slow.”

“I can’t believe that you’re blaming me for your impatience.” You scraped your teeth over his skin to retaliate, only to lick the red marks that you had created. “I could decide to leave you hanging for that, you know.”

You circled your tongue around one of his nipples, simply because you loved seeing him squirm. Completely covering his nipple with your mouth, you scraped your teeth over the sensitive skin until his muscles twitched, his chest constricting, and then you licked the sections where your teeth had just been.

When you pulled away, a small trail of saliva still connected you to him. The dim lighting of the string of lights that was wrapped around the Christmas tree, and the many candles that were strewn across the living room, made it glisten until you pulled away far enough for the fragile bond to snap. Hvitserk quite possibly went even harder when he saw that.

“Actually, you know what, I’m getting kind of tired.” Pulling away from him completely, you pretended to yawn. “I think that I’m going to go to bed.”

“Don’t you dare.” It wasn’t like you were actually going to go through with it, and Hvitserk knew that, but he went along with it brilliantly. “I’m sorry, baby. It was a joke.”

“Like this?” You reached down, wrapped your fingers around his cock and moved your hand down until your skin made contact with the red ribbon. “Think I’ll make you wear this all night.”

“You would.”

“Maybe I will.” There was a momentary flicker of emotions on his face, indicating that he wasn’t entirely sure if you were being serious or not. “Sure is tempting.”

“It’ll get in the way when I fuck you though.”

“Hmmm. You may have a point there.” You jerked your hand up and he made a noise that was halfway between a moan and a sigh. “But who said anything about you fucking me?”

“You honestly think that this evening isn’t going to end with me buried into you up to th-”

Releasing his cock, you moved your hand down to lazily massage his balls instead and that sensation was enough to make the words die in his throat. Not just content with doing that, you finally lowered your head down to his lap and all you did was blow hot air on the tip. As soon as you did that, he jerked his hips upward, and you were barely able to pull back fast enough to stop him from pushing his dick into your mouth.

“You gonna shut up now?” Hvitserk nodded in answer to your question. “Play along and behave?” There was another nod. You grinned over his remarkable compliance. You could have suggested anything at the moment and he would have gone along with it without complaining. “Keep doing that and I’ll give you what you want.”

“This is such a fu-“

Sitting up, you pressed a finger against his lips to get him to be quiet. “No.” It sounded almost like you were talking to a dog that was misbehaving, which was probably a correct analogy where Hvitserk was concerned. “That difficult?”

This was a game that you had played a few times before and being quiet in these situations was something that was very hard for him. He always had the need to tell you how hot you were, how much he liked it when you did a certain thing, how turned on he was… anything that popped into his head.

That wasn’t to say that you didn’t like it too. You fucking loved the near constant praise and filth that poured out of his mouth when you were locked together. That was what made a challenge like this so much fun, because of that moment where he would inevitably break down and release a flood of words that in turn only spurred you on.

You had his silence for now however. The green in his irises was reduced to a thin line around his blown out pupils. You removed your finger, only to be treated by his near feral grin that you longed to wipe away.

“Good boy.” Hvitserk bit on his lower lip hard to stop himself from saying anything and you brushed your fingers over his mouth, which elicited a small gasp from his end. “Don’t hurt yourself. Not like I want you to give yourself a bloody lip.”

He opened his mouth and shut it again very quickly, knowing full well how long you could drag this out if you wanted to. It was your own form of payback since Hvitserk loved edging you until you went practically insane, sobbing as you begged him to please make you come and then being denied that request.

Maybe you would go easy on him for once. It was Christmas Eve after all. Then again, you could always change your mind.

Lowering yourself back down on your knees again, you bent your head down, licked the tip of his cock and then twisted your face up exaggeratedly in delight. You let out a long, drawn out moan when you tasted the drops of salty precum, clearly overdoing it to a ridiculous degree.

Your hands had been settled on his thighs and you could feel the muscles tighten under your palms. When you looked up at him, his jaw was clenched and his nostrils had flared, making it quite obvious that he was working very hard to stop himself from saying anything. You knew that he lacked the determination to keep this up for very long however.

Winking at him, you wrapped your lips around him and took him as deep into your mouth as he could go. It only lasted a few seconds, no longer than that, and you released him with an obscene pop. Hvitserk released a frustrated groan, because it hadn’t lasted long enough and he missed the warmth and wetness of your mouth. Feeling somewhat sorry for him, your hand replaced your mouth, gripping and moving up and down.

His head rolled back, extending his neck, his torso glistening with sweat already. Your smile grew because seeing him like this was one of the things that you loved the most. Knowing that you could drive him wild like this was an immensely powerful feeling and one that you loved to exploit whenever you had a chance to do so.

Taking him into your mouth again, you managed to bob your head up and down a few times while Hvitserk sat completely still. His hands were gripping the decorative pillows that were next to him, holding them so tightly that you could hear his fingernails scratching the fabric. If he kept this up, he would end up ripping them to shreds completely, his fingers poking holes through the textile. You could already picture his apologetic face when he would come to realise that he had broken something while caught in the throes of passion. Again.

Then his hips moved of their own volition, thrusting up just the once, and you whined, because your mouth was suddenly a lot fuller than it should have been. You hummed and came back up, placing one hand firmly on his hip to remind him that he needed to keep himself under control for just a little bit longer. Your tongue swirled around the tip once, to serve as a gentle reminder that if he tried to choke you again, that he wouldn’t be feeling your mouth around his length.

Still, torturing him was only ever funny for a short while. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted by using those eyes that you loved so much against you in an effort to break you and it worked every single time. Best to avoid it getting that far and seeing the satisfaction on his face when his dumb trick worked yet again.

Gripping him once more, one hand moved in tandem with your mouth and your other hand was on his balls again, massaging and squeezing lightly, just the way he liked it. Hvitserk slammed his fist against the couch cushions, just to release some energy, but it didn’t necessarily help. The only thing that was on his mind was grabbing your head and simply fucking up into your mouth, but if he did that, there was every chance that you would get back at him in some other way and he didn’t want to risk that.

As if sensing his predicament, you glanced up at his face. His eyelids were firmly shut and he was covering his mouth with his hand now, still trying so very hard to obey the rule about being silent. The way that his breath was hitching, the muscles in his chest contracting as his inhales stuttered, was plenty indication that he was painfully close to climaxing.

One more time.

Going down on him one final time, his cock hit the back of your throat until you were practically gagging on him. Even though the tears were already stinging your eyes, you still made an effort to keep him there for a few seconds and worked very hard to suppress your gag reflex.

Hvitserk finally broke, swearing loudly and spilling his warm seed into the back of your throat which you swallowed down, not spilling a single drop. You kept stimulating him until he had nothing left to give and then set to lazily licking him clean, very much repaying the favour since it was something that he always did to you without fail.

“Fuck, baby.” His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. “You done?”

“Mmmm.” His cock was already softening, but you kept going regardless. “Almost.” When Hvitserk reached down to grab a handful of your hair, you could not help but laugh loudly as pulled you away. “No good?”

“Very good.”

He yanked you up by your arm until you were back on the couch, right next to him. His lips crashed into yours when he surged forward, his hands grabbing the back of your head to keep you close as he forced his tongue into your mouth. You were pressed back into the couch, Hvitserk was obviously gearing up for round two already and intended to get you off first.

Your fingernails grazed his hips well before he got the chance to bury his head between your thighs and he laughed when he noticed what you were doing.

“Decided to open your present?” he grinned when you gave the ribbon a gentle tug and undid it.

“Well, I already used it, didn’t I?” When you’d removed it, you wrapped the red strip of material around your finger. “Can’t bring it back to the store after I’ve used it.”

“You’d trade me in?” He stuck his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “I think that store doesn’t allow returns and they don’t give refunds either.”

“Well, damn. Guess that means I’m stuck with you, huh.” You put your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Is there anything else you can do? You know, to convince me that this was the best present I could have gotten.”

“I can probably think of a couple of things.” The pout disappeared and a wicked smirk appeared on his face. “Want me to show you?”

“Think you’ll have to.” He gave you a kiss and then very slowly, started leaving a trail of kisses on your neck and then moved down lower. “Persuade me.”

The wind was fierce. It grabbed at your dress and the fear of falling off made you clutch onto the Prince more than you liked. The dragon beat his wings and you swear the pressure of it pressed inside your ear, weighing into you. A scream threatened to bubble up your throat when the beast dived and the ground seemed so far away but too close at the same time. Daemon tightened his grip around your midriff as your heart stopped and you thought this really was the moment you were going to die.

Closing your eyes, you prayed for it to be over soon as nausea clawed at your stomach; maybe you weren’t cut out for a life on dragonback. It was the dream of every small child in Westeros, to have a dragon of their own but now that you were actually here, you hated it.

As soon as Caraxes landed with a shake of his massive head you slid down his side. You hadn’t accounted for how far from the ground he was still and your legs buckled at the force of your dismount. The dragon turned to watch you curiously, his head cocked and a slight whistling sound chittered from his throat.

You were utterly dishevelled. Your hair was a mess, your dress was uncomfortable and it had shifted slightly on your body so the corset dug in. Grabbing your skirts, you loudly cursed the silver haired man who strode toward you with an arrogant swagger.

“Oh stop your griping,” he scolded you. “Most people would kill for what you just experienced.”

“I will not be disrespected like this, Daemon!” Your dress wasn’t appropriate for the wet chill on Dragonstone and your body gave an involuntary shiver.

“No one is disrespecting you, My Lady.”

“Why am I here?” You glared at him but all he did was match your ire with a cocky half smile and a hand to show you the way up to the fortress. Lifting your head you glared at him harder before swanning past and walking steadily up the long and winding causeway.

By the time you reached the tall black stone of the Keep you were visibly freezing, your numb hands doing nothing to keep you warm against the constant wind as it sliced around the island. Your hair was damp, draining any last vestige of warmth you may have had.

Daemon didn’t say anything to you. Leading you into a long hall and scattering the servants with a curt word and pretending not to notice when you headed straight for the roaring fireplace. The sensation of a thick fur being wrapped around your body made you flinch, but you grabbed onto it. Daemon swept your hair to the side, gently draping it over the fur and you allowed him to smooth it down, his hands slowly travelling along your arms until you stepped out of his reach. His pent up sigh finally being let out.

“What do you want, Daemon?”

“The pleasure of your company,” his voice sounded too loud as it echoed around.

“We could have done that within my own halls. My house is one of the few who would have allowed the scorned Prince of Westeros under its roof.” He scoffed, picking at the food that had been laid out on the table.

“It’s not the same.”

“No. My halls are much more comfortable.”

“Did you not enjoy the thrill of the ride?” He asked, lifting his gaze to gauge your reaction but you refused to play his game.

“I shall ask again and I expect a straight answer.” Daemon rolled his eyes and waved a hand to cut you off.

“Don’t be so fucking boring. You’re better than this, you know you are.” Bravely you stood stock still as he approached, his eyes eating up every inch of you as he stopped just inches from you, crossing his hands on the pommel of his sword. “You’re in need of a husband.”

“That’s what this is about?!” You sounded amused but really your entire body had just flushed with a delicious warmth as ideas ran rampant in your mind. “Are you putting yourself forward as a candidate?”

“Well I thought the dragon ride would have sealed the deal.”

“There is no ‘deal.’ If you wish to seek my hand in marriage you must fall in line with the other suitors.” Cocking an eyebrow, you enjoyed the way he grinned at you, fully taking on the challenge you offered him.

“I don’t have to fall in line with anyone. I am a Prince.”

“One that has fallen from favour more times than I can count. What would I want with a black sheep such as you?”

“A sheep,” he sneered. “Good one.” Turning away from him you weren’t expecting him to grab you, pulling you to him so hard your breath hitched. “Tell me I don’t top the best offer you’ve ever had.”

“Let me go,” you gasped but his grip just tightened. His eyes never left your face, tracing your features so marked with annoyance, he liked this look on you. He enjoyed your spirit and the way it singed his fingers, like dragon fire. You were something else entirely and he wasn’t going to let you be dimmed anymore.

“I cannot.” It was all there in his mind, everything he had ever wanted to say to you. Usually he didn’t hesitate to say what was on his mind but you choked him. “My Lady…”

“You know he will never agree to this. Our King.” The second son relinquished his grip at the mention of his older brother, a grimace crossing over his sharp features.

“As much as I love my brother, you know I don’t listen to a word he says. He told me to marry that prissy bronze cunt in the Vale and I got out of that.”

“How did she die again? Hunting accident?” You queried knowing full well that was a lie.

“And your last husband? Choked at the table did he?” The taunt was quick fired and smug but you had your story straight.

“He ate too much duck. A bone got lodged in his throat.” You scowled at him, hating the way he ran the tip of tongue over his bottom lip but then Daemon stepped back.

“It’s all inconsequential anyway,” he announced.

“Is it? I was told under no circumstances, was I to entertain any advances from you.” He raised an eyebrow, nodding at the table as though surprised at your sudden admission but you could tell he already knew you were going to say something like that.

“Your advisors know best. Do you agree with them?”

“After the way you stole me…”

“Oh here we go again, I did not steal you!” He grumbled.

“I am here against my will!” You shrieked. “I was plucked from my House and flown halfway across the world…”

“Don’t exaggerate,” he muttered.

“Flown, away from my home and dumped in this…”

“Amazing fortress.”

“Ugh! You are insufferable!”

“Would you listen to me?” He hissed coming towards you once again but this time you backed out of his reach and his hand dropped, balling into a fist. “I needed to get you away from the dying ideas of those old codgers. They ruin you. Dull you. I want nothing more than to — treat you how you should be treated. I brought you here to become a fucking Princess!”

“How can I believe you after all you’ve done?”

“That!” He pointed at you, jutting out his jaw as he tried to drive his point forward. “That is what they want. To put this poisonous wedge between us and I will not have them succeed. Not this time.”

“So you’re telling me they feed me lies? You haven’t taken whores, disrespected the crown or killed your ex wife? None of these things are true?” You challenged.

“Yes of course they’re true…I’m not lying to you here.”

“And neither are my advisors when they say I should avoid you at all costs.”

“No. They’re just trying to undermine me and ruin any chance of happiness you might want.” Your face twisted with disgust at how accurate his insight was.

“I don’t want to have this conversation anymore.” You wanted to leave and in a desperate attempt you headed for the exit, not caring where it led to but he charged; almost sweeping your balance away as he grabbed your wrist and spun you back to face him with a flurry of your dress.

“We are not finished,” he spat. “I am here telling you all the nitty gritty bits of my character, exposing my flaws so you can pick at them like a rabid raven and still love me.” Your breath quickened as your back was pressed back into the wall. “I’ve never hidden who I am,” he continued.

“Maybe I don’t like what you’re showing me after all, Prince Daemon.” He smirked but it didn’t reach his eyes. They stayed steely, and focused until he released you and stepped back. Gaining control of himself and giving you space again.

“That’s an outright lie,” he said. The firelight caught on his silver hair and you found yourself admiring him now, as much as you did when you first caught sight of him at the tournament. How you had promised yourself to capture the attention of the dragon rider, now your efforts after all this time were suddenly not so fruitless.

“So what if it is.” He stood before you, one leg cocked slightly as he openly admired you. His gaze dragging over your body and you let the fur slip down around your shoulders exposing some skin.

“We are one and the same you and I,” he whispered.

“How did you work that out?”

“Because I have heard tales of your late husbands. Tragically, you don’t seem to be able to stay married a whole year before they’re falling dead at your feet.”

“Unfortunate circumstances,” you shrugged.

“No heirs,” he continued. “So all their fortune goes to you. Their dear, bereft lady wife.” The fur slipped further and his hands worked to free himself of his sword belt. “We could be formidable, you know. Together.” He began to remove his armour, taking the breastplate off and planting it in the chair near you, his eyes never straying far from your own. “You’ve got the soul of a dragon and I admire that. I enjoy its heat.”

“What makes you think you have what it takes to tempt me, my Prince?” He scoffed, allowing the brief annoyed smirk to cross his face.

“Is it the thrill of the chase for you? To have a prince come after you like some love sick fool?” he snapped with barely contained irritation.

“You are not one of those,” you countered.

“Oh but I am. That’s why I stole you, as you so crudely put it, and brought you here, to Dragonstone.”

“To make me yours?” The last item clunked to the floor and he was standing before you in a loose shirt, leather britches and boots. Within a few strides you were in his reach. Feebly you tried to resist but he overpowered your meagre attempts until your back was flush against his chest. His large hands holding your wrists firmly across your own chest. Turning your face away, he buried himself into your neck, breathing warmly on your skin.

“To make you, mine.” Your cry rang out when his teeth sank into the softness of your neck but he didn’t release you. Just spinning you round, and walking you back until the pair of you slammed into the cold stone wall. “Yes, fight me,” he encouraged, taking a slap to the cheek and working his jaw to absorb the pain.

“You like that?” You breathed.

“Mmm, now that would be telling,” he teased; pushing forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. He had you trapped, his wide body crowding you from all sides and his foot kicked your legs wide. Once again you tried to push him away but the scuffle just ended with you in an even more vulnerable position. Hands pinned above your head as he ghosted his nose over your face; breathing you in with a drawn out sigh as though he’d been waiting an eternity for such a moment with you. “Extraordinary,” he murmured.

“I won’t give in so easily,” you snarled but there was no conviction in your voice.

“Is that so?” He stole another kiss from you, his tongue teasing you to open up for him. Your body shivering against him, excitement sliding down your spine and a soft moan was sipped from the tip of your tongue.

The rustle of your dress was loud in the quiet, his free hand slipping under the fabric to brush the smoothness of your inner thigh. His calloused touch had your yearning for Daemon reach higher, arching your back in the hope he’d take the hint. His lips and teeth left a trail of marks along your jawline, his body pushing you even harder against the wall.

He let go of your wrists, spreading a hand over your throat in a show of control and possession. Your own hands fell to tangle in his silvery locks, pulling on them harshly so he sucked in a breath between his teeth. His hand connected with your thigh and your eyes closed as the sound snapped between you both.

“Now, now,” he drawled. You had no choice but to release the hold on his hair as he flipped you round so you were facing the fire. The heat enveloped you; mixed with the heat already coursing through your body, you could feel sweat beginning to form under your dress.

He shifted behind you, pushing his britches down until they covered his boots that he was still wearing. Daemon grabbed one of your hands and put himself in the palm. Your eyes fluttered at the silky warmth of him and you squeezed the thick tip letting him thrust slightly in your grip. Fingers curled around the column of your throat, tilting your head back until his lips found the corner of yours once again.

The fabric of your dress was lifted, this time his hand went straight for the slickness of your cunt. He parted your folds, taking his time to listen to the little noises you made when he circled your clit and teased your entrance. In return you felt your way along his stiff length, silently marvelling at the way he filled your grip. Your throat flexed in his hold as you groaned, shamelessly pushing your hips forward to try and get more friction but he chuckled darkly in your ear.

“You have to earn it,” he whispered.

“T-tell me how,” you whined. He didn’t respond, instead he pulled away, leaving you oddly cold in front of the fire.

The flames licked the huge logs, burning them a hot white colour and successfully captivating your gaze as you tried to calm the rising frustration. Looking over your shoulder, you saw him leaning against the table, britches pulled up but still undone, arms crossed over that wide chest as he waited for you to make your move.

“Is this how you treat all your women?” You asked with a biting edge to your tone, allowing him to see how riled up you were.

“No,” he replied with the blunt truth. “Other women bore me so I don’t waste my time on them more than necessary.” You approached him slowly, aware that he was watching every little movement you made. You didn’t want to give him the opportunity to discard you, not after the effort you had both put into getting here.

Reaching out you pulled the ties on his shirt to expose his chest, forcing his arms down and you drank in the sight of his scarred skin. Gently you traced the rough skin, watching him tense under your delicate touch.

“Did these hurt?”

“Possibly.”

“Are they from Caraxes?” You asked, forcing the fabric off his body completely so that he let it pool on the floor at his feet. He had more scars, marking his side and back.

“They are not the result of something that exciting. Just took a few arrows at the battle of the Stepstones.”

“I heard you won that fight pretty much single handedly, my Prince.” Your sultry gaze rose and you looked at him through your lashes. Running your fingernails down the dip between his pecs.

“Are we going to talk about my battle prowess all night or are we going to fuck?”

“Wouldn’t it be a surprise if I walked away after you promised so much and didn’t deliver.” Your words had the desired effect and the sense of anticipation leapt in your chest when he grabbed your face, pulling you close so he could feast on your mouth.

You went further, pushing his hips so he sat on the table. Manipulating your dress, you carefully lifted a leg up to mount him and he helped you by lifting the other so you were kneeling over him. Immediately you ground your hips over the barely covered bulge in his britches, enjoying the way he gasped in your mouth when he felt your unclothed cunt run over the exposed tip of his cock.

He wasted no time in pushing the material back down, taking a moment to feel how wet you were as he still ravished your mouth. His thick fingers nudged into you, stretching you so much you groaned, clutching at his face as you rolled your hips.

The motions between you became greedy, your nails scraped the underside of his chin. Daemon’s teeth seemed to seek out every fleshy spot he could reach but nothing slowed the relentless pressure of his fingers. A thumb passed over your bundle of nerves and your mouth dropped open, face contorting with pleasure you haven’t experienced in so long.

The orgasm rolled over you like the waves of the sea outside. Crushing walls you didn’t even realise you’d put up and baring a part of yourself that had been hidden for years. Daemon watched every little expression that crossed your face, studying you as though it helped him get to know you.

Withdrawing his fingers, he didn’t give you time to recover. Making you stand on shaky legs only to shove you over the table. Dishes of food went flying when he cleared a space for you, the metal singing a song as they clattered on the stone floor only to be punctuated by your shocked gasp when he ripped the fabric of your dress right down the seam.

“You’d look better in black,” he spoke thickly, barely containing his need for you. The material was discarded and your spine was bent until your cheek rested on the smooth wood. He gathered your slip at your hips, passing a hand over your backside and cupping your dripping cunt to gather your wetness. From the corner of your eye you could see him rub his glistening hand over his cock before he rubbed it along your slit. Teasing your entrance and looming over your back, trailing his hair between your shoulder blades.

There was no warning when he entered you, not that it mattered. You’d been waiting impatiently for the punishing stretch and he did not disappoint. You were slick enough to let him push in without any resistance and he took full advantage. The firmness of his thrusts jolting your body, a hand pressing into your back to hold you in place as he watched the way he slid so perfectly in and out of you.

Your body was craving him, your hands fisting because they had nothing to hold onto, your walls fluttering, squeezing him so tightly he had to lean his back and close his eyes to try and think of anything but the way you felt. He didn’t want this to end too soon; he wanted your body until you were bone limp and completely pliant.

The next orgasm ripped through your body and he paused to feel every tremble and to hear every obscene cry that came out of your pretty mouth. Your eyes were half closed when he slipped out of you, helping you up into his arms so he could lay you before the fire. You moaned, barely able to form words but your hands gripped his as he rubbed it up your front. Spreading his fingers widely over your stomach and up between your heaving breasts to trail his thumb over your lips.

You shifted, drawing his attention back to your exposed cunt and he moved. Settling between your legs, your thighs resting easily against his shoulders. You were glistening already but he wanted to add to it. Gathering the spit in his mouth and looking up to see you watching him with pupils blown wide, lips wrapped around his thumb as you sucked gently.

He spat on your clit. Diving down to devour you with his mouth, tongue licking you all the way up and down as he groaned with ecstasy at the taste of you. Legs tensed either side of his head and your shaky hand gripped his hair, urging him on. The cries you had no control over burst from your chest, hips grinding into his face until all he could sense was you and the ache in his spine as his cock twitched in desperation.

Another orgasm stole your senses. Whipping you into a state of higher bliss, a place no man had ever taken you before. Daemon looked over you, stroking some hair out of your face before he began all over again.

His mouth crushed into yours, the taste of you on his lips made you gasp. His skin was slick as it slid over yours, his body covering you, a hand digging into your thigh as he brought your leg up.

He lined himself up, pushing the thick tip into your aching mess of a cunt and you moaned loudly. He went slowly but steadily, allowing you to swallow him up until he had sheathed himself to the hilt inside you. Your walls fluttered at the welcome intrusion, stretching around Daemon’s fullness, making him curse in Valyrian.

You could barely concentrate, so cock-drunk on the feel of him it was struggle just to remember to breathe. His hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him as he flexed his hips, testing your waning limits.

Fingers fisted in the furs beneath you as he stoked the blazing heat inside you, making your toes curl tightly. Tired cries burst from your chest as he picked up the pace, pumping forcefully into your cunt so the sound of your sex filled the hall. He might have been praising you, degrading you, it didn’t matter. The rumble of his voice was all you could register as euphoria melted over your mind. The coil in your belly wound almost painfully tight and you thought you couldn’t take anymore from him when it snapped.

Your back arched, your legs clamped around him as your cunt squeezed on his cock from the force of your release. Your vision streaked with white, hands grabbing at the man on top of you, snatching at his arms until your nails drew blood. You felt him pulse inside you, right before he came to his own end with an explosive snarl. His mouth fell on yours, the salty taste of his sweat marked the edges of your lips as you both fed off each other’s highs.

He teased as much pleasure as he could out of you, until you were whimpering from the overstimulation and your body was limp and pliable. Finally, he pulled his softening cock free and rolled onto his back with a self-satisfied exhale. He looked over at you. His features were etched by the firelight but he looked softened. This wasn’t the hard faced man that had stolen you earlier today, the man that defied everyone just to please himself…here was a man who was letting his emotions show on his face. All barriers were down and you also felt oddly exposed to him. Not just naked, no this was something else. He turned to his side and began to stroke your slightly damp skin.

“Do you want to know the real reason why I stole you away?” His fingers drifted lightly over your aching stomach, watching the shadow his large hand cast in the twitching light of the fire.

“I think you’re dying to tell me,” you whispered. Your throat was dry and sore from all the noise he’d pulled from you. Daemon smiled, leaning forward to kiss your exposed shoulder.

“I wanted to save you from dreary men.” Your laugh was rich as it echoed in the stone hall and he grinned at the sound. Rolling onto your front under the furs you nudged into his wide chest.

“Yes, they were dreary. It’s why I killed them,” you admitted in a whisper.

“I promise to never bore you, ñuha prūmia.”

“And I promise to keep you on your toes, issa dãrys.” Your expression faltered when he didn’t respond. Did you say it wrong? Did he think you were undermining his brother by calling Daemon your king? You meant he was the king of your heart, he always had been.

“Do you know…everything I have done that my brother has not approved of has been because of you.” He couldn’t meet your eyes as he spoke, choosing instead to concentrate on your body.

“How so?”

“Every time you got remarried. I hated seeing you tied to some simpering idiot who didn’t deserve you. I could see how much it squashed your spirit.” You gently took his chin in your hand, forcing him to look at you.

“I cannot be tamed, Prince Daemon.”

“No.” He leaned into you, pretending to bite at your face as you giggled softly. “I want to free you,” he breathed. Gazing into his darkened eyes you felt your heart stutter in your chest. Your dreams were coming true, the man you’d been wanting since you’d come of age was here, naked at your side baring everything to you. “Avy jorrãelan,” he whispered into the shell of your ear.

“Daemon…” biting your lip, you let him roll you onto your back. His mouth was hot and wet as he skimmed his lips over your throat, fingers travelling down your body, drifting over your pert nipples.

“I know,” he mumbled into the soft flesh of your breast as he tongued and massaged your other nipple. Your fingers dipped into the crown of silver hair, back arching to offer yourself to him as much as possible. “I am yours,” he moaned, closing his eyes as though it tortured him to say such words.

“Se nyke aõhon!” You cried out when his fingers dipped into your aching heat. He groaned at the sensation of you, the thickness of his fingers filling you, bruising you almost. You were still tender from what had transpired before.

“If I could stay inside you forever, I would,” he whispered hurriedly as he rose above you. His hair dripped down like hot Valyrian steel as he leaned into you, sucking the mewling cries you gave him straight from your mouth.