EmbryBee

I admit it will be nice to celebrate again. I agreed to the dinner. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Claudia has to work that day. It means she’ll have Christmas off, but it still sucks that she won’t be able to join us. I’m making enough to where we can celebrate with her the next day. 

I’m about to round the corner to find the perfect turkey, when another cart bumps into mine. I pull back, blushing in embarrassment. My extensive list falls to the ground slowly, as if exhausted by this trip. 

I am too, and I haven’t even gotten to the cooking portion of this event. 

Before I can reach down, I peer up at who I rammed my cart into. 

“I’m so…” I stop mid apology. 

Fuck. It’s Wayne Munson. Way to make a first impression.

I mentally slap myself. We stand on the corner of the isle, staring at one another for a few breathes. 

Say something stupid. I mentally curse at my mind to work. 

“I…I’m sorry. Hi, I’m…” He cuts me off before I can finish.

“You’re the reason my trailer is so clean these days.” He chuckles, the corners of his eyes crinkle just like Eddie’s as he gives a small half smile. “Glad he finally found the motivation for his chores.” He tips his head to me slightly. 

His eyes look tired, but they hold the same hue and sparkle as Eddie’s. 

My head falls to the side, a little giggle escapes my lips. “I’m glad I could assist.” 

“So,” he starts, moving from behind the cart and towards me. I do the same. “You are the famous Y/N.” Wayne’s gruff voice has a lick of sweetness behind it. 

I gulp, “Famous? I wouldn’t say that.” 

He chuckles, “When you are the topic of nearly every conversation, I’d say that makes you famous—at least in my household.”

“Oh,” I blush. 

I didn’t realize Eddie talked about me with his Uncle. I mean, I guess I should have, but he doesn’t talk about the old man a lot. He says he took him in, raised him, but other than that nothing else. 

“Is he treating you right?” Wayne’s question throws me off guard. 

I give a bewildered look. My brows rise to my hair line. My jaw slacks slightly. I lick my bottom lip. I guess given the history with Eddie’s dad it’s not totally out of pocket, but I mean…it’s Eddie. He’s the sweetest, goofiest guy. 

“Yes, sir,” I simply say. 

“Good,” He nods. “If he ever gives you trouble, you let me know. I raised Eddie to be better than…well, I raised him to be better.” Wayne looks down for a moment, sighing at the past memories that seem to be haunting him at this moment. 

I step a little closer. His eyes follow my steps. I place a hand on his arm. “You did a good job. He’s weird, but he’s a gentleman.” Except in bed. But he doesn’t need to know that. 

He pats my hand, taking it in his. We exchange smiles. 

“I see why he talks about you so much.” Wayne mumbles. 

My cheeks go red again, not knowing how to respond. We step apart and I grasp my cart, readying to move it. Wayne dips down and grabs the long forgotten list of ingredients. He eyes it for a moment, before handing it over. 

“You seem ready to feed an army.” He jokes. 

I nod, “Yeah, I got roped into cooking a Thanksgiving dinner.” I brush the list against my hand, laughing lightly to it. 

He nods in return, “I won’t keep Eddie long that day then.” 

Oh, I hadn’t talked with Eddie about plans. Guilt of keeping Eddie from his one family member on a family holiday hits me hard. I don’t even think I just speak.

“Well, you both could…I have so much food. We’d, that is, my cousin and I would love for both of you to come celebrate with us.” It’s jumbled, but it’s an invitation nonetheless. 

Wayne’s eyes widen for a moment. His graying brows shoot up to the top of his balding head. His lips thin into a confused frown. I just give my best smile, and silently plead. 

After a few minutes, his face relaxes. A half smile forms across his lips, and nods, accepting the invitation. 

I take a deep breath, “I’ll give Eddie the details.” My smile widens. My hand extends one last time.

“It is really nice to officially meet you, Mr. Munson.” 

He takes my hand, shaking it. “Wayne, and it’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.” 

“We’ll see you Thursday, Wayne.” Our hands release and we wave goodbye. 

All right, time to find a big enough turkey. 

“You invited who?” Dustin asks, as he helps me unload the groceries. 

“Wayne Munson and Eddie,” I answer, placing the bags on the table. 

“Because you ran into him at the store?” Dustin questions.

“Because, Eddie is my boyfriend and it’s a holiday, and it’s a time for family…I guess.” I stumble around an answer.

“Right…what did Eddie say?” Dustin asks, slowing his movements. 

I shrug, “I haven’t talked to him. I’ve been a little busy.” I grunt hauling the turkey out of the bag, and into the fridge. 

Dustin just nods, slowly. 

Before I can instruct him to help unload the bags there’s flurry of knocks at the door. 

“I bet I know who that is.” Dustin smirks. 

I shake my head at him, pushing him towards the door. “Let him in, please.” 

I get to work on unloading the bags. I hear him before I see him. His footsteps quick and heavy as he strides for the kitchen.

“Hi, honey, how was your day.” I ask as if we are an old married couple. 

“Well, dear,” he spits sarcastically. “Mine was fine. Wayne says hi. And, tell me, why did he say to let him know what time to be over for dinner and what he can do to help?” 

“That’s sweet of him to offer!” I exclaim as I put away the bag of flour. 

“Tell him dinner is at six, and he doesn’t need to bring anything. His and your company is all we need.” I turn around patting Eddie’s chest, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. 

“You…invited my Uncle to dinner? Here?” Eddie questions. 

I haul the bag of potatoes up and place it on the back counter. “Well, I invited you and Wayne.” I reach for the carrots and celery stocks, my gaze finding his. 

Eddie’s eyes are wider than before. His jaw slacks, fingers dumb against the table.

“You okay Eddie?” I ask, slowly putting the produce away. 

Eddie nods, jumping a little more. His movements turn into a quick pace. 

“Eddie? It’s just dinner. If it helps my aunt won’t be here so it’s not like a meet the families type moment.” I give an encouraging smile. Eddie nods again, still pacing.

“However, Steve and Robin will be…so there is that.” I admit, placing eggs and butter in the fridge. 

I turn back to find Eddie right behind me. He’s so panicked and I’m not sure why.

“Wanna tell me why you’re so nervous?” I ask rubbing his arms slowly. 

Eddie wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close. I hear him inhale against my messy bun. His shoulders shrug. 

“It’s just dinner, baby. Not like I invited him to a wedding.” I laugh, joking with him to ease the tension.

Eddie pulls back, screwing his face up in a tight and confused expression. “What wedding?” He exhales.

I shake my head, pushing his chest lightly. “There’s no wedding Eddie. I’m just saying it’s dinner. It’s going to be fine.” I give a reassuring smile. “Besides, you’ve met my aunt. I think it’s only fair.” 

“I met your aunt once. You have technically already met my uncle so,” Eddie argues.

“So, I will see you two at six tomorrow.” I kiss his chin and nuzzle into his chest. 

Eddie sighs. “He thinks you’re too good for me by the way.” Eddie whines. 

“He’s right.” Dustin chimes in from the living room. 

I giggle, soothing Eddie. “I’m more curious what you’ve been saying about me. He says you talk about me all the time.” I poke him, teasing him.

“Yeah, his favorite story is how you punched out Carver.” He teases back. 

“Stop Eddie, you didn’t!” I cry, giggling in the process.

“Oh yeah, said you have a mean right hook.” I blush embarrassed, recounting my moment of rage. “He said he’d believe it after the way you rammed into his shopping cart.” Eddie pokes my sides, tickling me to the floor. 

“Eddie!” I laugh, but throughly embarrassed. “I’m already embarrassed that that’s my first impression.” I cover my face as Eddie continues to tickle my sides. 

“Oh, Princess, that is not his first impression of you.” He has a sickly grin. He stops allowing me to breathe. I give him a confused look, and then it hits me.

“NO!” I scream. “Oh God!” He saw me leave the trailer! I can’t even say the words. 

Eddie’s face get close to mine. His body caging around me on the tile floor. 

“Don’t worry Princess. It’s just dinner.” He smirks, licking my bottom lip.

I push him, but he doesn’t budge. “Fuck you, Munson.” I bite.

Eddie and I have a standing movie night every Friday after Hellfire. We grab a movie the night before from Family Video, and after a few hours of killing the latest monster Eddie has conjured up in his twist skull, we head to his trailer. Usually for a slasher flick, we’ll occasionally grab an action movie or a sci-fi flick, but nine times out of ten it’s some type of horror slash with bad acting and at least three nude scenes. I don’t mind though. I enjoy the blood and gore. That’s kind of how Eddie and I got close. We met my freshman year, his junior year. I stumbled into Hellfire by complete accident. I was looking for the library and ended up in the theater where Eddie has his game set up. 

“Uh, oops. Wrong room.” I mumbled, after burst through the metal doors. The sound caused every players head to whip in my direction. 

I felt all eyes burning into my goose pebbled flesh. My gaze fell on the table, scanning the intricate figures and detailed map. I settled on Eddie’s ring clad fingers. Holy Fuck, I am face to face with Eddie the freak Munson. I’d heard his name around school and to be waring of going near him. I didn’t ask to many questions back then. I didn’t think I’d ever be near him, because I was a freshman. What freshman would bump into an upper classman and be friend them? Me, I guess.They thrummed the table, contemplating what to do. 

My chest heaved, scared and slightly turned on by the metal head standing just a few feet from me. His body perched in a throne. I dared to make eye contact. His brown eyes narrowed, sizing me up. There isn’t much to size up, especially since I was just a freshman, barely grown into my body, my chest just developing and my hips slightly widening. God, I felt so small compared to everyone around the table. Eddie looked especially tall, which he is compared to me, but I don’t know he just seemed intimidating back then. 

“S’lright sweetheart,” Eddie licked his bottom lip, sucking it in with teeth. My breathing stills. “Where were you headin’?” He asked in a low gravel tone. 

“Umm, library.” I whispered. 

He thrummed his fingers a little quicker now. “Back out the door and two doors down.” He breathed out. 

I nodded, flicking my eyes back to the game for a brief moment. I noticed they were in the middle or start of a battle. It looked like one dragon like creature, but studying it just a little closer you can tell it’s a hydra. I haven’t seen a game of DND in a while. My friend’s brother plays. He was showing off some of the pieces when I was over this summer. 

I flit my eyes back to Eddie’s. “Thanks.” As I turned, they continued as if I’m already gone. 

“I think we should take it head on. It’s just one, how hard can it be?” One of the players said. 

“That would be a mistake.” I scoff, thinking they wouldn’t hear me. 

“Why not?” A gruff voice answered. 

I turned my head and notice every player staring again, narrowed eyes and suspicious looks. Eddie sat back in his chair, amused by my response. He gestured that the floor was mine. 

I gulp, “It could be a hydra. If you kill it, it would just multiple and then you are for sure fucked.” 

They looked stunned, Eddie looked impressed. 

“Ah, sweetheart, you spoiled the fun.” He teased. 

“Sorry.” I shrink sheepishly. 

“Nah, if they actually paid attention they would’ve seen it too.” Eddie glared menacingly at the rest of the table. They all gulped. I couldn’t help laughing. 

“So, what do we do?” One player asked. I assumed they were talking to each other so I turned to start my way out again. 

“Hey, wait! Where you going?” Another shouted. I turned back.

“Me? Oh, I couldn’t intrude anymore than I already have. I’m sorry again for the distribution, and spoiler.” My cheeks flushed hard. 

“You could always join sweetheart. We’re always looking for new victims.” Eddie flashed a toothy grin. 

And the rest is history. Three years of friendship with Eddie and my life has been full of a lot of new, strange, and exciting moments. Tonight, is defiantly new and strange. 

“What the hell Eddie?” I curse at him as the movie starts playing. 

“Don’t look at me, sweetheart. I didn’t know!” He argues. 

I had a study group and couldn’t join him at Family Video, so I entrusted him to pick something good, or at least comically bad. But this, this was not what I was expecting. On screen is clearly the beginning of a porno movie. I lull my head over to look at him, my brows rising to my hair line as the line, “Whatcha gonna do about it baby,” echos around the room. 

Eddie laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck softly. His curls covering half of his flushed face. The sounds of tongue and spit fill the room now. Rustling clothes follow soon. Eddie quickly grabs the remote and pauses it. It’s a close up of the girl’s chest, surprise, surprise. I can’t help but laugh now. I shove his shoulder slightly.

“What was the plan Ed’s? Was this for when I left?” I tease him. 

Eddie and I are comfortable enough to know each others sex lives, which is limited for both of us. For me, it’s my choice, but Eddie—he says it was decided for him since the jocks gave him a bad rep. Fuckin’ Carter and his goons. 

“No, I swear! I didn’t pick this up!” Eddie shrieks a little. “This isn’t even what I usually go for.” He grabs the sleeve and studies the box carefully. Flipping it quickly as if it will magically change to whatever movie he intended to pick up. 

I give a quizzical look, “what too basic for you?” I jest, poking my tongue out slightly and wiggling my brows at him. He just rolls his eyes, still willing the VHS box to change. 

He hangs in head in defeat after a few more minutes of mind-wielding. “Sorry, guess movie night is a bust.” He mutters softly.

I place a hand on his shoulder and rub it softly. “It’s fine, Eds. Shit happens. Harrington might have flipped it by accident.” I chuckle, “Feel bad for whoever did pick this shit up. Now they have to get off to whatever horror flick you grabbed.” 

Eddie smiles a little at me, enjoying the idea that someone else’s night is also fucked up. 

We sit in silence for a moment, before a wild idea crosses my mind. It’s so outlandish that I can’t even believe it was mine. I shake my head, but Eddie notices. He gives a quizzical tilt of his head. 

“What’s up?” 

“Nothing, just…weird idea. Forget it.” I shake it off, adjusting on his bed. 

My skirt shifts a little higher, exposing my thighs. I notice Eddie’s eyes drift down to them, before quickly darting up to my face. He clears his throat.

“Nah, tell me. If you have a way to fix tonight I’m down.” 

“Well,” and this is where we get to the ‘how.’ “We could just,” my eyes flick over to the frozen breasts on screen. “It could be funny. Some pornos suck to the point you can’t really get off to it.” I half laugh, trying to make the air less tense and awkward. 

Eddie’s eyes go wide, flicking between me and the screen. He gulps, opens his mouth and closes it. He’s debating his words, I don’t think I’ve even seen Eddie debate his words. I didn’t think it was possible. Eddie doesn’t have a filter. Fuck this was a bad idea. He’s gonna think I’m some perv. I groan, rubbing my face with my palms. I push them through my hair and shake the shiver that trickles down my spine away. 

“Fuck, forget it. It’s a dumb idea. I’m sorry. I’ve now ruined movie night!” I fall against his bed, burying my face into the pillow. 

It smells like him. Oak body wash and smoke. It calms me down a little bit. I feel the bed shift, Eddie pulls the pillow from my face. His smile is ear to ear and it’s terrifying. He only gets that smile when he has a bad idea, or in this case when he is agreeing to a bad idea. 

“No, I was kidding. It was a spontaneous thought that I stupidly said out loud.” I argue, sitting up on my elbows. 

He shakes his head. “Oh no, sweetheart, we are so doing this. We can make it even more interesting.” 

I groan louder. “Come on, Eddie,” I don’t get out another word.

“Where would you prefer I come onto? Don’t want to be rude if that ends up happening.” He jokes, howling at his perverted joke. 

“What are you, 12?” I shove him away, but he just springs back like an annoying wobble toy.

“Sweetheart, this was your idea. If anyone is 12 it’s you.” He sticks his tongue out at me. 

I huff in annoyance. “Shut up.” I mumble. “Fine, but I am not helping you when you inevitable get a boner.” I pout, moving back to the end of the bed, folding my arms over my breasts. 

“Aw, it’s fine Lucy’s always been my go to.” He winks, making a gripping motion with his left hand. 

“You are so gross.” I roll my eyes, giggling at his antics. Eddie laughs, finding the remote with his right hand and hitting play. 

The sounds of wet kissing and rustling clothes returns. The air feels thicker as the scene progresses. He cups her breasts, rolling her nipples in between his fingers, as his tongue finds a spot along her neck. Her moans echo across Eddie’s room. I peer over at Eddie. He’s tense, tapping his foot, and rubbing his thighs. His palms achingly close to a noticeable bulge forming in his jeans. I gulp, jumping at the sound of another moan ripping across the room, this time from the guy. Back on screen the girl is on her knees, topless, just in her panties and heels. Her red tinted lips are wrapped around his large cock. Licking and sucking him off. Her manicured fingers gently scratching around his balls. 

I lick my bottom lip, sucking it in with my teeth. I bite my lip so hard it nearly bleeds. Fuck why did Eddie have to get a decent porno and not one of those cheesy ones. The bed shifts, my eyes tear from the screen and see Eddie’s legs moving a little closer together. I get the courage to speak, I can tell he’s uncomfortable and honestly it’s turning me on more than the film. But I hate to see him like this. 

“Eds? You good?” 

Eddie’s head snaps towards me. His skin is pale and there is a notable sweat line across his forehead. His tongue licks his bottom lip slowly. He’s so turned on. It’s hard not to tease him. 

“Looks like this is something you’re into.” I jest. 

He rolls his eyes. I giggle, biting my lip and again not thinking at all. God, I’m turning into Eddie and I don’t know if that’s a good thing. 

“You can…you can—you know, take care of it if you want. It won’t bother me.” I vomit out the words awkward and jumbled. 

His eyes just widen. Again he pauses the screen. I glance over to her sitting on his face. His long fingers curled deep into her cunt and ass. 

“You really know how to pause this movie, huh?” I tease, trying to avoid his searing glare. 

“What the fuck?” He curses.

“What?” I shoot a questioning look back at him. Offended by his tone. 

“What…what are you even saying? You want me to jack off? In front of you?” He sounds flustered. His cheeks have grown red, his fists tight against the sheets, but his dick is still hard and straining against his jeans. 

I flush back, my cheeks just as hot. “I mean, we’re watching porn together Eds! And I told you I’m not helping you when you get a boner!” I laugh out, it comes out more strained than jovial. 

Fuck what I wouldn’t do to help him. But I know Eddie. We’re just friends. I’m not his type and there is no way I’m ruining the dynamic by fucking him. I also have too much respect for myself to throw myself at him like some desperate bitch. I like Eddie—if we’re being honest I may even love him, but that’s not the point. I’m not…I just can’t. 

“It’s not like it’s a secret Eds.” I roll my eyes, reasoning with him—for some weird fucking reason. God, this sounds more like a porno by the minute. I don’t think it can sound any worse. 

Eddie’s face darkens slightly. His eyes narrowing the same way they did when we first met. That look he gets before sending out some big bad to kill us during Hellfire. Damn it, I’m gonna regret this. 

“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.” He wiggles his brow and darts his eyes down to my thighs again. 

My body stiffens. Is he serious right now? He can’t be. Eddie is a perv and a tease, but he’s not…

“Serious?” The last word that should have stayed in my head pops out. 

“As a heart attack, sweetheart.” He places a hand over his heart and falls against the bed, bouncing against the mattress. 

His curly head turns back to me slowly. Half his face is hidden, and he’s beautiful. I see a look behind his eyes that says, you know if you say no I won’t push it, because I respect you. Fuck it. Challenge accepted mother fucker!

I lean down close to his face. Our lips graze. His curls tickle my nose. Our eyes are half lid, if I leaned we’d be kissing. Tempting, but…

“Alright, baby. Let’s see whatcha got.” I pull away, grabbing the remote and starting the movie back up. 

Eddie sits up. His eyes not leaving mine. I hear his buckle clink open, his zipper falling. The sound of rustling clothes returns. Eddie slides his pants and boxers down to his knees. I don’t look—yet. I follow the sounds of heavy pants and moans. He’s still eating her out. Is it weird if we talk? 

“Hmmm? Have you done that before?” I ask. I glance over at Eddie. He stills his movements. 

My eyes fall onto his exposed thighs. He’s big, bigger than I thought. I gulp at the sight. His large ringed hand wrapped around his shaft. His thumb caressing the red swollen tip. I lick my lips involuntarily. He clears his throat redirecting my attention. 

“No, I…I haven’t.” He lowers his gaze, seeming embarrassed. 

“Oh, me either. I mean, no one’s done that to me. Guys, are weird about it. I guess.” I swallow hard. 

“I would want to. But, most girls—and by most I mean the two I’ve been with, only wanted a quick fuck to say they fucked the freak.” Eddie seems a little hurt by it. 

“I’m sorry Eds. They’re bitches. I’m sure you’re a good fuck.” I try to reassure. 

“Wanna find out?” He teases. His fist pumping his cock nice and slow. 

I can’t tell if he’s serious or not. I laugh, punching his arm slightly. Before I can say another word, a loud scream breaks the sexual tension. Eddie jumps off the bed and falls on his ass. 

He’s got his dick in her now. She’s overacting a bit. 

“Wow, that was a bit much.” I murmur. 

Eddie trips as he stands, stumbling against the foot of the bed. I giggle, holding out my hand to help him steady himself. 

“His dick can’t be that good. He’s not even that big.” Eddie argues, gesturing to the screen.

I chuckle. 

“Yeah, you’re bigger for sure.” My voice squeaks. Eddie’s eyes fall back onto me.

We stare for a moment. His hand still holding his dick. He starts to move again, but he’s not looking at the screen this time. He’s look at me. At my legs. My open legs, showing off the red lace panties. The curve of my ass pressed against his black sheets. His tongue hangs out, as he pumps faster. 

I reach down, my eyes never leaving his. My fingers rub gentle circles over my covered clit. I’m wet, no question there. I’m sure it’ll be a pool when I tug my panties off, but might as well give him a little show. 

“Movie’s the other way, Eds.” I whisper. 

“I like this one better.” He breathes, licking his lips. 

I move faster, my head lulling back against his pillow. I spread my legs wider, knees falling to either side. I curl a finger, gesturing him to come closer. He kneels in front of me. His tall frame towering over my body. My breath hitches. He pumps a little faster now. 

“Tell me what to do, Eds.” I whimper. 

He breathes heavy. His head lulling into a low laugh. 

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea…fuck. Take off your panties. Hand them over.” He holds out his free hand. I do as he says. 

My fingers move to either side of my hips and shimmy out of the lace. I was right. It’s a pool of cum already. Wet and glistening off the fabric. I toss them to Eddie. He brings them to his lips, licking a strip across the juices. 

“Fuck, baby. You taste so sweet.” He groans, his hand pumping harder, faster. 

I lift my skirt up to my belly, exposing my dripping cunt completely. This earns another groan from the metal head. 

“You’re killing me, sweetheart.” 

I drag my fingers across my lower stomach and back down to my seeping core. Two fingers swirl around my clit. A sharp moan escapes. My eyes focus on his hand pumping his cock. Pre-cum is starting to dribble out of his red tip. It looks delicious. I lick my lips and move my other hand up to my breast. My fingers roll my nipple, like from the movie. It feels so good. I moan louder. My fingers move around my clit faster, dipping down my slit to gather more of my wetness to lubricate my fingers. 

Eyes half lid, mouth hanging open, I look back up to Eddie and he’s mesmerized. He’s moving faster, keeping pace with my own fingers. His pants matching mine. Sharp, wet slick noises fill the room. It’s becoming too much. I bring my other hand down from my breast and shove two fingers inside my cunt. I try and match Eddie’s movements. Imagining his dick is fucking me instead of my fingers. Grunts, and moans fall from our heavy breaths. 

“Fuck! Eddie!” I cry, whimpering loud as my fingers hit the spot I need it too.  

“God Damn, Sweetheart, I…fuck…I can’t…I’m dreaming. I gotta be.” He stutters out. 

I chuckle lightly. “Is this what you dream about, Eddie? You dream about me sprawled on your bed, fingering myself.” I shove my fingers deeper inside, causing a deep groan to escape. 

Eddie’s head falls back for a moment, before coming back, shaking his head. 

“Gotta say I’m usually the one doing the pleasing, but fuck, maybe this is new material.” He laughs.

“So you have dreamt of fucking me? Perv.” I tease. “Tell me about it.” 

The movie is long forgotten, honestly I think it’s turned off. All my focus is on Eddie now. His rings scrapping against his heated flesh. His hand wet with his own pre-cum. 

“I…I imagine kissing your neck, your boobs, licking your nipples until you are bucking begging for more. I kiss every inch of your stomach and hips. My tongue slowly glides up and down your wet cunt. I always thought you’d taste sweet, I was right.” He wiggles his brow. My hand speeding up as he continues. “Fuck, I lick your clit over and over, my fingers are the ones knuckle deep in you.” 

“Can you wear your rings?” I beg, as if this is actually happening.

He laughs lowly, “Anything for you, sweetheart.” His hand moves faster as he goes on. 

“I eat you out until you are shaking, begging for relief. I…” he pauses, debating. “I sometimes flip you over, so you’re on your knees and eat you out from behind. Easier to move into fucking. I bend you over further and slide into your sweet, tight pussy.” He hisses gripping his cock harder, moving at a frightening pace. 

“Eddie,” I moan, “Please!” 

“Hey, you’ve heard this before.” He laughs, throwing his head back as a wave of pleasure rushes through him.

His thighs grow tighter. The bed is shaking beneath us. I follow, moving at an alarming speed. God, fuck! I wanna cum.

“Eddie!” I scream out. A gush washes over my fingers, dripping and pooling around my ass and onto his sheets. 

Eddie’s jaw goes slack. “Fuck!” He cums hard and fast. His seed spills onto my legs, his sheets and mixes with mine. 

Eddie falls forward gripping my knees. His face inches from my glistening cunt. I see his tongue slowly licking his bottom lip. 

Our breaths heavy, our eyes lock in a I can’t believe we just did that. Holy fuck let’s do it again, kind of look.

“So, you wanna pick the movie again next week?” I blush.

Eddie grins wide. His devilish smile reaching ear to ear. His face falls incredibly close to mine. His breath fans my heated cheeks. Our lips graze as he answers.

The gaze follows me as I head towards my new normal table. I catch the Hellfire group in mid-conversation about their big Halloween game tonight. Jeff notices me first. His lips curl up slightly. He’s sweet, very friendly, awkward, and unknowingly flirty. I give a small wave. That’s when his big puppy dog eyes meet mine. His smile reaches his ears. Before I can run into his arms, Eddie jumps onto his chair. His long legs strut onto the table. The rest of the group moving their trays so their leader can walk proudly. 

“The Queen of the Freaks is back! After her triumphant battle against a foolish gnome.” Eddie’s eyes lock with Jason’s. 

I hold back a snicker. The other members of Hellfire roar into a laughter, fist bumping and sharing high fives. Jason sneers, raising from his seat. Jeff helps me onto the table. My heels click towards Eddie’s side. I raise a brow, silently daring Carver to make a move. To say something. He clenches his fist and sits back down. Eddie wraps an arm around my waist. His doe eyes find mine. His lips ghost over mine for a moment before returning to his crowd. His eyes scan the room. 

“Long may she rein!” He cheers. The rest of his groups slams their cups and trays cheering. 

Eddie dips me, nearly exposing my laced cunt to the world. His lips crash against mine. We partially fall off the table and into his seat. Our lips never breaking, until we need air. 

“Thanks for the welcome wagon.” I smile against his plush lips. 

“My Queen deserves only the best.” He winks, cupping my cheek. 

I lean into his touch, cuddling closer. 

“Alright, we get it. Y’all are cute. Can we get back to tonight’s game?” Mike busts in. Dustin groans, avoid our affectionate display. 

We each send a threatening look to the younglings. 

“Shall we kill them first tonight, Master.” I tease. Giving a wolfish grin to either boy. 

Eddie shivers beneath me. A deep chuckle vibrates my whole body, nearly sending me into a frenzy. 

“And how do you propose we do that, My Queen.” Eddie teases back. His large ringed hands squeeze the thin black fabric of my tights. 

I lean forward, resting my chin in my hand.

“Slowly and painfully.” I lit, with a gentle tilt of my head and pop of my tongue. I lick my lips devilishly, falling back against Eddie’s chest. 

His other hand grasps my neck lightly, turning my attention to him. 

“As you command.” He bites my nose. A small giggle erupts. 

“Dude,” Mike whispers to Dustin.

“I know.” Dustin and Mike are both disgusted and afraid. 

Eddie walks me to my car after school. Dustin is already waiting when we arrive. I lean up, kissing his plush lips one last time. 

“See you tonight, Master.” I wink. 

Eddie grins ear to ear. “Later, Princess.” 

I swat his chest. 

“Demoting me already?” I tease.

Eddie rolls to the ground, clutching his chest. 

“My apologizes, your majesty. Please have mercy, on your most loyal servant.” He rises to one knee. 

I giggle, smirking at his position. And I can’t help but feel butterflies growing in my stomach. 

“Fine, but only this once.” I lean down to his ear so Dustin can’t hear. 

“And only if you get back in this position tonight.” I kiss his cheek as I pull away. 

Eddie falls back to the grass and rolls. I roll my eyes, waving him off. 

“Love you Eddie-bear!” 

He blows me a kiss. 

Eddie required all the players to wear costumes based on their character. He told me I could wear whatever I wanted. Little does Eddie know I’ve had this costume idea picked out since fall break. But I have to get creative. Don’t want to cause a scene. I throw on the outfit designed for Eddie’s eyes only.

I throw on a short black skirt that hits my mid thigh. The fabric, in the right light, is see through. Beneath the skirt is a black body suit. My breasts held up by a sweetheart neckline. The fabric hugs my curves. Despite the cooler temps I opt to not wear tights and just wear the black knee high boots that drive Eddie wild. Completing the look with a soft natural glow, dark eyeliner and a pop of pink lip stick. And of course, the necklace with Eddie’s ring on it. I never take it off. 

I grab the final piece, throwing it in my bag and heading down to meet Dustin who is dressed and once again impatiently waiting. 

Hellfire begins with everyone eyeing each other’s costumes. A bowl of candy and bottles of soda and a few beers are spread across a separate table. Dustin and I walk in. Eddie smiles, grasping my hands and spinning me round. 

“Gorgeous, my queen. But I don’t know if I’d call this a costume.” He smirks, ogling the curves of my outfit. 

I reach into my bag and pull out the final piece. 

“Almost forgot.” I coo. 

A headband with black silk ears fits beautifully on my head. I bite my lip and lean in closer to Eddie. 

“Figured you’d want your lucky bunny for tonight.” Our lips ghost over each other. 

Eddie laughs, gathering everyones attention. The older boys join in.

“Looks like Eddie’s bunny is back.” Garth says to Jeff, the two high five. 

“Surprised he isn’t dressed as a teddy bear.” Jeff jests, nudging Garth’s shoulder. 

Eddie spins, sending a death glare to the two. Instant silence falls. My nimble fingers curve along his tense shoulders. 

“Add ‘em to the list, Master.” I coo, leading him to his throne. I take my normal seat—against his hardening cock. 

Everyone takes their seats and the game is in fully swing before long. Carnage and cries of victory and defeat fill the small space. I bounce atop Eddie’s lap every so often. His large hands drape beautifully around my waist. His strength ever apparent, I blush at the feeling. His lips hovering above my neckline. His booming voice sends a vibrating shiver down my spine. My cunt throughly soaking my body suit, and most likely dripping onto Eddie’s dark wash jeans. 

The boys are currently fighting three werewolves. Health is low. They convene trying to come up with a game plan. As they step away from the table, I lift off Eddie’s lap for a moment to stretch. I grasp the edge of the table, curving my back and shifting my legs up and down. The light above us catches just right. Eddie notices the sheer fabric. He notices what’s beneath the thin material. 

Hidden behind the veil is a round tone ass. A dark thin strap hiding between the crack. I hear his growl. I smirk. I peer behind me. His eyes are darker. His lips curled into a wicked grin. Eddie’s hands reach out, gently taking hold on my waist. He leads me back towards his lap. Before he puts me down, he peers over my shoulder. 

The group is still arguing about the best strategy. A quiet chuckle escapes. The soft sound of a zipper falls, a rustle of jeans. Before I can turn back and sneak a peek, Eddie places me on his now exposed lap. The table, his divider and my body hide his near nudity. His fingers dip down, playing with the thin fabric beneath the skirt. Eddie’s lips find my ear. He nibbles, licks and whispers,

“Be a good girl,” his fingers pluck the fabric to the side, exposing my sopping cunt. “And keep my cock warm.” 

He slides me down onto his thick cock. My walls flutter around his girth. My eyes roll in the back of my head and a little moan escapes. Eddie places a hand along my neck, squeezing ever so slightly. 

“Shhh, we wouldn’t want to get caught.” He bites my neck. 

I nod, concealing another whimper. I feel full, warm. Eddie hides his little groans and whimpers as my walls contract around his cock. The boys finally join at the table, none the wiser. 

During the rest of the session Eddie is still animated as ever. While he does not jump up as much, he still bounces. Eddie uses my body as a shield and gives us a moment of friction. It is so hard to contain the moans. To not beg for more. I want nothing more than to rut against his cock and cum all over him. To take him out of my aching cunt and suck him dry, while he laps up my slick. 

The session never seems to end. I nearly combust as Eddie bounces one last time, laughing at the teams victory. Cheers and roars erupt around the room. Eddie smirks against my skin, offering a kiss along my strained neck as we watch the players celebrate. 

“Meet back at my place after you drop off the kid?” Eddie whispers. 

I shake my head, my attention returning to Dustin for a moment. I wave him off as he walks off with Mike and Lucas. Eddie’s eyes narrow, brows furrow.

“Sleepover,” I kiss his cheek. 

He smirks, placing another kiss on my lips. The rest of the group leaves. Snickers and goodbyes echo as the room empties. 

“Well, that was fun.” Eddie says between kisses. 

I hum agreeing, but dying for friction.

“So, do I get a treat or was this another cruel trick?” I ask, bouncing a little on his cock. 

Eddie growls, attaching his lips to my neck. I bounce again, teasing him. He moans against my skin. His cock rubs against the sensitive walls. His tip hits my g-spot every time. I cry out, throwing my head back against his shoulder. His hands fall onto my hips. One snakes up my body, grasping one of my breasts. His ringed coated fingers grope me, sending a chill down my spine. Huffs and pants fill the space. 

Little curses and pet names fall from both our lips. Pleads to each other and to God fall too. 

“God, fuck! Eddie!” I scream as my pace quickens. 

Eddie grinds against me. Meeting my thrusts half way. He growls— growing impatient perhaps. Without removing himself Eddie picks me up and throws my on the table. My face falls onto the battle field. His hand that was groping my boob falls to my skirt, lifting the sheer fabric. He flips it up exposing my ass. He roars, mumbling curses. His fingers knead the soft muscle as his pace quickens—deepens. Guttural groans fall from my lips. My tongue hanging out, drool falling onto the map beneath me. 

Eddie slaps my cheeks. One, two, then a ripping sound fills the room. My eyes widen. I peer back and see the thin black thong between Eddie’s teeth, so primal, so animalistic. 

“Ooo, Eddie!” I moan, dripping even more around his cock. My walls contract forcing him to growl again. 

Eddie ruts me into the table over and over. At one point Eddie moves me up the table so much that he joins me, kneeling behind me. Eddie lifts my ass further into the air. My bunny ears fall off my head as he takes me harder and harder. His thrusts become erratic. His speed falters. I whimper begging him to cum, asking to cum with him.

“Fuck! Cum all over my cock baby! I want this map to flood!” He spit, taking a bite of my shoulder. 

A scream and moan fall. A gush of slick coat his cock and half the map. Eddie isn’t far behind, growling and groaning as he cums. We ride out our highs. His lips fall, kissing every inch of my back all the way down to my ass. 

I coo, pant and giggle at his affection. I peer behind me, soft giggles and softer kisses leave his parted, plush lips. My eyes drift down to his map. 

“Gonna have to…add a…a river…to the next…next game.” I breathe out, giggling. 

His eyes fall onto the map. Little laughs escape, nodding in agreement. He’s still not able to form words. Eddie steadies himself. Perch on his knees, looking down at the carnage, our cum mixing onto the table. My limp body searching for air. A stupid smile plastered on my face. 

Eddie gently lowers himself off the table. His fingers grasps my ankles, pulling me towards the edge. Eddie adjusts my legs, spreading them and putting me back on my knees. His hot tongue flattens against my clit and drags back all the way to my dripping entrance. I shutter, moaning. Words unable to form. 

Eddie’s lips and tongue clean my cunt, eating our cum and overstimulating me. His arms hold my hips still, ensuring I don’t move. His tongue devours every inch, as if he were starved and I was the only food source available. His tongue dips into my hole. I rut against him, begging for friction. He’s already made me cum three times tonight. 

“Eddie!!! Ooo, baby please!” I beg for release. 

Then Eddie does something I’m not expecting. His tongue slides further back, along the crack of my ass. His tongue circle my tight hole. I breath, unsure what he’s doing but moan because whatever it is feels so good. 

“Eddie,” I breathe. I arch my back, pushing back towards him. 

His tongue plunges into the tight entrance. My breath hitches and a string of moans and oh fucks escape. He buries his face and devours my ass. Two of Eddie’s ring cladded fingers dive into my cunt. His thumb works my clit. The new sensation, the overstimulation, it’s all too much I can barely hold myself up. I release all over his fingers once again, soaking a new part of the map. Eddie gives one final lick before coming up. 

He flips me onto my back. I lift myself onto my elbows. My eyes narrow, brows furrow. I pant harder. He smirks, shrugging. 

“I uh, saw it in a movie.” He chuckles, rubbing the nape of his neck. 

I slide off the table, and fall onto his chest. I kiss his cheek. I’m about to kiss his lips, but he stops me. 

“I think I should clean up before you do that.” He reaches into his bag and pulls out a toothbrush.

I eye the care bag. My eyes climb back up to his. 

“So we both had a plan for tonight huh?” I smirk. 

He shrugs, laughing and nodding in agreement. We clean up the room. We clean up ourselves. I fall into Eddie’s chest as we walk to his van. 

“So your place or mine?” He asks.

“Yours, you have the good stuff.” I wink, sliding into the passenger seat. 

“And,” he shakes a Family Video bag at my feet. “Some new movies for us to not watch.” He returns my wink. 

I laugh, allowing him to get in and start the van before I continue our conversation. 

“Any of them have more moves you wanna try?” I pry, giggling. 

Eddie blushes, giving a nervous laugh.

“Oh my God there is!” I laugh harder. I reach to rummage through the bag and see what he got, but he snatch it before I could see. 

We stumble into the living room, falling onto the floor. Eddie’s body cages mine. His clothed covered erection rubbing firmly against my throughly soaked panties. His ring clad fingers dig into my hips, raising my shirt above my navel. Our lips meld together. Tongues clashing, fighting for control. I suck on his tongue earning a low groan that vibrates down to my clenching pussy. A moan escapes. He uses this chance to find that spot on my neck that causes my head to lull and my mind to melt. His lips pepper kisses across my face and down my jawline. Nipping at the sink and sucking heavy bruises against the columns. 

Eddie strips off his jackets. I maneuver to do the same, never breaking from each other. His rough fingers dip lower to my thighs. Hands gripping the flesh heavily, surely leaving bruises. I wrap my legs over his thighs, pulling him down closer. His hips still rutting into me. Moans and whimpers fill the air. His fingers begin to play with the lacy fabric, slowly inching it off my body. 

“Seriously? You have a room!” Dustin voice breaks our heated moment. Eddie quickly shifts, covering me so I can adjust my panties. 

“Sorry, Dusty,” I mumble from behind Eddie’s shoulder. 

He just rolls his eyes and stomps towards the stairs. I nuzzle into Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie leans over, placing a small kiss on my temple.

“He hates me still.” My voice sounds muffled. 

Eddie sighs, “He doesn’t hate you.” Another soft kiss falls onto my hair line. “He’ll be okay, just give him time.” Eddie assures. I inhale deeply, nodding in agreement. 

I walk Eddie out, the mood officially dead. 

“So first day at Hawkins high as your girlfriend, what will they say?” I shut the door behind me, clinging my jacket closer to my body. 

Eddie pulls me into his frame. Lips ghosting over mine, giving a deep chuckle. 

“You’ll be committed to the psych ward by lunch.” He teases. 

I shake my head, giggling. I swat at his chest, he feigns injury. I sigh at the dramatics, pulling his collar so he falls against my body. Our lips clash deeply. 

“You better at least visit me when they lock me up.” I jest breathlessly.

“I’ll be in the room next to yours baby.” He coos, kissing my jawline again. 

There’s something in his voice. Nerves? Maybe.

“You okay?” I pry. 

He hides behind that signature grin. His eyebrows fly into his bangs. 

“‘Course princess.” He soothes. 

I don’t buy it. I shake my head at him.

“It’ll be okay Eddie. We don’t have to broadcast it.” I kiss his nose. “Unless you want to start fucking in the middle of lunch, that’ll definitely get their attention.” I laugh, falling into his neck planting open mouth kisses. 

He stutters under my touch. A heavy laugh escapes his lips. He pulls me tighter to his body. 

“Whatever you want Princess.” He whispers against my neck. 

Eddie holds me for a while. Almost like he’s afraid to let go. He might be. I try to assure him that nothing will change. He only nods, hiding behind a smile and doe eyes. I let go. Knowing he’ll talk when he’s ready. With one last kiss we part for the night. 

I make my way upstairs. I see Dustin’s light still on. I tip toe over, knocking slightly. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. 

“Night, Y/N,” Dustin calls.

“Night Dusty,” I breathe. 

The alarm blares. I slide out of bed and shower. My body slumps to the closet. I pull tights out with a black rose pattern printed against the sheer nude fabric. I find a black mini skirt and black lacy bra. As I dig through my closet a shirt falls onto my feet. I pick up the fallen item and hold it up smiling. Perfect. I slip the top on and find my black leather jacket buried in the back of my closet. I tease my hair a little and do a little heavier look on my make up. I pop my bright red lips. I kick on my black leather knee high boots and make my way downstairs. 

Dustin is already waiting by the front door. He yanks it open as soon as he sees me, impatient this morning. I roll my eyes and grab my bag by the door. We hop in the car and allow Queen to take over the stiff air. 

“Hey,” I break, over the tape. “I’m sorry, about this weekend.” I chew on my lip, focusing on the road. “I just…I’m sorry.” I don’t know what else to say to him. 

He shakes his head. 

“I’m not mad at you.” He finally opens up. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt again.” His admission is soft. 

I peer over at him with a half smile. 

“I know Dusty. Thank you.” I bite my tongue, not wanting to argue anymore. “So, we good?” I ask hopeful.

He nods, returning a half smile to me. 

“He’s gonna flip by the way.” Dustin says.

I park the car and adjust my skirt as we step out. 

“I hope in a good way. He seemed nervous about going public last night.” We talk as we head towards the school. 

A few heads turned as we walk into the building. Dustin pulls me to the side.

“He’s got a thing for the dramatics.” He laughs and waves me off. I giggle, adjusting my skirt one last time before strutting down senior hall. 

The hall is packed this morning. Everyone catching up after the break. I see Robin standing by my locker. Her mouth falls open. I place a finger over my painted lips and give a slight twirl. 

“Okay, hottie.” She laughs. 

“Too much?” I blush, peering down at the ensemble I’ve thrown together. 

She shakes her head, bitting her lip. I place my books in my hands and fiddle with the chain draped around my neck as I shut the door. 

“I feel like everyone’s staring.” I whisper, leaning towards her a little more. 

She chuckles, cheeks darkening. Her eyes flicker behind me, scanning the room. She steps away and I feel large rough fingers dig into my sides. The familiar touch eases me instantly. 

“They are Princess.” His lips fall onto my neck. 

I giggle, leaning against his chest. 

“Hi Eddie-Bear,” I coo. My eyes flicker up to meet his big brown ones. They sparkle in the dim school light.

“Hi Princess,” His cheeks are a dusty pink. His plush lips fall onto mine quickly. 

I roll my body into his chest. My chin rests against his torso. I smile widely. 

“So?” I pry, dying for his opinion.

He chuckles, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. His ring clad fingers grip my chin, lips ghosting over mine. 

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” He smirks. 

“Well, you did instruct I never take this off.” I giggle, tugging on his hellfire shirt that is draped over my torso. 

He laughs, furrowing his brows and kissing my lips fiercely. I melt against him, tugging on his denim vest harshly. He pushes me against the locker. His fingers fall to my ass, squeezing the muscle firmly. 

“You really want to get fuck in front of the whole school at lunch, huh?” He laughs in between breaths. 

“Well, I’ve lost my appetite.” Robin clears her throat. 

My cheeks are now crimson. I rub the nape of my neck, leaning against Eddie’s chest again. His lips coated in red lip stick. 

“Sorry,” I whisper. 

She grasps my hand and smiles wide. 

“Have fun love birds.” She yells, making her way down the hall. 

Eddie pushes me against the locker again. His lips find mine. His jeans rutting against the thin fabric of my skirt. 

“Eddie,” I coo into his ear. 

Little whispers and gasps surround us as we continue our heavy petting. I feel a tap against my shoulder. I pull away reluctantly. Jason Carver is leaning against the locker next to me. His cronies are on the other side, surrounding us. Eddie pulls me tighter, trying to shield me. Carver doesn’t pay Eddie any mind. He holds a twenty dollar bill between his chubby fingers. 

My eyes furrow, confused. 

“I don’t sell at school Carver. Find me later.” Eddie breaks the trance. Jasons eyes flicker to the metal heads. He scoffs. 

“Not for you Munson,” Jason’s eyes fall back on me. “So, how much did he pay you to pretend to be his slut?” Jason laughs, leaning closer to my face. “Bet you’d look better in my jersey.” He bites. His lips invading our space. Eddie pushes him back, shielding me. 

Jason laughs, “Relax Freak, just doing some business with Hawkins newest slut.” 

Jason’s words are venomous. The first bell rings. Eddie narrows his gaze. The two boys in a staring contest. I tug on Eddie’s arm. 

“C’mon Eddie let’s get to class.” I plead. 

Eddie doesn’t budge until the final bell sounds. He flares his nostrils, jumping forward a little acting like he’s going to pounce on Jason. He falls back into my hold. Eddie wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me tight. 

Jason and his cronies laugh loudly.

“Don’t hog her Freak. The rest of us want a turn. Heard she was the best ride at her last school.” Jason calls out. Eddie grumbles. I snap. 

I nearly break my heels stomping over to Jason. 

“Already over the freak show?” Jason smirks. 

My eyes hood. A simper smile falls onto my face. My hand grips Jason’s shirt. I bunch up my fist behind my back and before anyone can stop me, I knee him. My knee rams into Jason’s crotch. He falls on his knees, nearly laying on the floor. I climb on top of him, my legs on either side of his hip. I throw my fist into his face. He shields himself, but it’s no use. His friends bail. Eddie is standing a few feet away shocked, impressed and terrified. 

I land one last punch to his face, leaving him bloody and bruised. I grasp his cheeks and pull his beaten features closer. 

“Call him a Freak again and I’ll put you in the ground.” I seethe, throwing his head onto the tile floor. 

I stand, huffing heavily. I examine the carnage. A bloody nose. Black eye forming. Busted lip. Hair ruffled and manic. I peer up to Eddie. His lips twitch between proud and scared. My cheeks turn red. My eyes fall away from the scene and towards the floor. Just as I step towards Eddie I hear a booming voice echo off the lockers.

“Miss. Stone, my office, now.” Principal Higgins calls. 

I flinch at the sudden noise. Eddie bites his lip, not daring to look back.

“Munson, class now.” He orders. 

I nudge him towards our English class. I straighten my spine and walk towards Higgins with pride. 

“Suspended!” Claudia yells.

She paces the living room. I sit, folding my hands together like I’m ready to pray. I am. I’m praying she understands why I did what I did. 

“Y/N,” she pinches the bridge of her nose. A deep sigh releases from her lips before she continues, 

“You are better than this. You’re lucky his family isn’t pressing charges. You’re 18 now. You need to think about these things. You need to think about your future!” She shakes her head, avoiding me. I avoid her blazing eyes too.  

“I know.” I mumble. 

She huffs, rubbing her temple and covering her mouth. 

“Y/N, I know things have been hard. I know…I know why…I just…” she stumbles unable to gather her words. She’s tiptoeing. 

“I know. I’m sorry. I just…I’m tired of running away.” I breathe. 

She joins me on the couch, rubbing my shoulders. 

“You’re grounded. No phone. No nothing. That includes Eddie until you are back in school.” She throws on her mom voice. 

I stare up at her finally. My eyes wide. 

“Seriously?” I breathe.

She nods. “You’ll still take Dustin to school. I expect you to clean while you are here and work on college applications. You need to get that done sooner than later.” She stands, walking towards the kitchen. 

I scoff, running up to my room. I fall onto my bed with a huff and a few tears. 

Three days with no contact from the outside world. Dustin told Eddie about what happened. Eddie’s been sneaking notes to me through Dustin. Sweet little love poems. I sneak my own notes out. Dustin passes them on, in return that I do his chores for the next month. 

It’s late, ten or so. Dustin is asleep, Claudia is at work. I’m sitting at my desk working on another application. I rub my face softly, tapping the pencil to my lips. I hear a rapping on my window. I peer behind me and see a dark shadow behind the curtain. 

His bright brown eyes illuminate in the moon light. A wide grin grows on his cheeks. I push the window open and allow him to tumble in. I shush him, giggling in the process. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask. 

Eddie pulls me into a tight embrace. 

“I couldn’t stay away any longer.” He pouts. 

I nuzzle against his chest, inhaling his scent deeply. 

“Missed you princess.” He coos, grasping my chin and pulling my face closer to his.

Our lips ghost over each others. 

“Missed you too, teddy.” We kiss lightly at first. 

He pushes me further into the room. Our bodies fall onto a pile of blankets on the floor. His hands roam over my body slowly. His rough fingers glide under my silk black nighty. His fingers are still cold from the brisk autumn air. My fingers fall into his curls, tugging lightly. He groans against my lips. His hands grasp my tits harshly. His lips fall onto my neck, sucking that spot that makes me moan and whimper.

I cover my mouth. Trying to hide my moans so I don’t wake Dustin up. Eddie tugs at my panties. His fingers dipping into the slick on my cunt. His large rings biting my thighs as his fingers push through my hole. His thumb thrumming against my clit. My chest heaves, back arching. My moans muffled by my hand. Eddie chuckles darkly. His lips fall further down my body. His lips nip at my hip before attacking my dripping cunt. 

“Oh baby! Been so hungry,” He licks his lips, removing his fingers. He licks his digits slowly.

My eyes roll back as his tongue licks a thick strip from my hole to my clit. Slow small licks follow until his lips fall onto my clit, sucking the sensitive nub harshly. A soft scream escapes. Eddie’s hand falls against my mouth silencing me. 

Eddie eats me out. His mouth working my cunt until I’m squirming begging for my release. Back arching, the room turns white as my orgasm hits. Eddie doesn’t let up. Swallowing every last drop and licking my cunt and thighs clean. His big brown eyes never leaving mine. 

I catch my breath as Eddie strips. I grasp his cock and kneel in front of him. I give a few pumps before placing his leaking member on my tongue. The tip of my tongue swirls around his head. Bit by bit I take him into my mouth. His head hitting the back of my throat. I moan around his thick cock. Sucking and licking at a quick pace, while one hand plays with his balls.

Eddie grips my hair into a make shift ponytail. Grunts and groans escape his lips. Curses and pet names fall as well. 

“Fff…uck…yes. Oh baby don’t stop!” He grits, trying to keep his noises down as well. 

I feel him twitch and he pulls me off quick. 

“Need to be inside, now.” He commands, pushing me to the floor. His body hovering over mine. 

Eddie pushes the silk nighty up once again. His fingers bruising my abdomen and he sinks his cock deep into my cunt. We shutter and lock lips. Silencing our noises. Eddie pushes deeper, holding his position. He pants, kissing roughly, sloppily. 

“Looked so hot punching Carver out.” Eddie moans between kisses. 

“Want…wanted to fuck you right next to him. Make him watch.” Eddie laughs, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. 

His tip nudging my A spot over and over. I whine wanting Eddie to go harder. He can see I want more. He chuckles lowly. 

“Such a good girl,” He growls, biting my ear lobe and slamming into me harder. 

I yelp at the change of pace. Eddie presses another heated kiss against my lips. He bites my bottom lip, pulling the skin until it bleeds. Eddie bends me in half, fucking me from a new angle. Heavy pants and quick moans fill the room. A blinding hot burn bubbles in my stomach. Eddie doesn’t let up. He pushes further into me. His cock hitting my A spot over and over quick and harder than ever before. 

“Ooo, Eddie!” A moan escapes a little louder than expected. 

Eddie’s forehead falls onto mine. Another rough thrust and the coil in my tummy snaps. I growl, feeling my cum leaking around his cock. Eddie grunts thrusting a few more time, pushing his cum deeper inside me. 

We breathe. Catching ourselves before more noise escapes. Stupid doppy grins spread across our cheeks. Love struck. We sit up, holding each other on the floor. After a few moments, Eddie stands up and grabs a rag from the bathroom. He cleans himself up and then me. He adjusts himself as he throws his boxers back on. 

I reach for him. Begging him to come back and cuddle. He stops at my desk noticing the papers spread across the wood. He picks up the latest application. 

“Already planning your escape?” He chuckles, but there’s a hurt quiver to his jab. 

I stand on wobbly legs, falling against him. I take the application and throw it on the pile. 

“Part of my punishment is apply to colleges.” I roll my eyes. 

“Not sure what I wanna do yet.” I lull, leading him towards the bed. 

He falls against the pillows. I fall against his chest. We wrap up under the covers. He holds me tighter as I nuzzle against his bare chest. Soft kisses fall across his pecks. He smiles wider when I finally meet his eyes. 

“Not worried about the future.” I yawn. “I got everything I want right now.” I smirk against him, falling asleep. 

The hazy hint of sunlight seeps through the frosted window. 

“Ah, uh…fff…uck…Eddie!” A guttural moan whispers around the room. 

Eddie’s cock is buried deep in my cunt. His thrusts harsh and slow. That’s probably because we’re on our side. His chin is parted lips nuzzled in the crook of my neck. One of his hands is draped over my throat, the other is playing with my clit. Eddie’s moans and manic breathing fill my ears. The soothing spastic melody is what stirred me. His pleas for entrance is what woke me fully. Our bodies tangled together beneath the red cotton sheets. The bed’s groans mix with ours. 

My back arches deeper into Eddie’s chest. My hips buck back against his cock, begging him to go deeper—go harder. A low chuckle escapes his throat. Eddie moves his fingers from my clit to my hip. His cock nestles deep inside. He rolls on top of me. My face falls into the pillows, inhaling his lingering scent. 

I peer behind me. Eddie stands tall. Both hands now holding my ass. He gives a hard smack. It vibrates my whole body. He groans as my walls tighten around his cock. Eddie pulls back, nearly pulling out. I whimper at the loss, only to release a loud whine as he thrusts back into my needy cunt. 

“Ooo, yes, yes, yes! Eddie!” 

Eddie assaults my A-spot. Ramming into it over and over, as his finger slide up my body. One hand playing with my nipple, the other rubbing fast circles against my clit. I nearly scream into the pillow, trying to muffle the pleasurable cries. 

“Fuck, yes princess! Scream my name. Wake up the whole town.” Eddie groans, his body leaning over hitting a new spot and finding my ear in the process. 

“Let them know who makes you feel this good.” He bites the lobe, thrusting harder into my dripping cunt. 

Squelching, moaning, cursing and pleas fill the room. Through my drunken haze I hear Steve mumbling a ‘shut up’ in the distance. His faint request is ignored. All together unheard by Eddie I’m sure. His ragged breaths fill my ears. My body writhes, collapsing as my orgasm washes over. Wet slick coats the bed and Eddie. 

Eddie howls at the feeling. His lips plant heavy open mouth kisses along my spine as his seed fills my sopping cunt. He rides our highs, slowing his movements after a few minutes. Eddie rolls once again, falling next to me. 

My eyes flutter open, finding his bright brown eyes staring at me. That doppy grin never leaving his lips. I bury my face, hiding my flushed features. He lets out a laugh. One of his fingers brushes a strand of hair away from my cheek. His fingers grip my chin, pulling me out from the pillow to look at him. Eddie nuzzles his face against mine. Foreheads meeting, noses rubbing back and forth. Lips parted, panting. Ghostly kisses are exchanged. Each one leaves me more and more breathless. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” He murmurs. Eddie’s lips locking with mine in a full kiss. 

“Good morning, love,” I whisper into his mouth. 

We hold each other, kissing, panting, bliss. I never thought I’d feel it in this place again. 

Eddie blinks widening his smile, if that’s even possible. 

“Think we woke them up?” Eddie laughs, knowing full well they did. 

“Fuck you Munson!” Steve yells, opening my daddy’s bedroom door and slamming the bathroom one. 

“Alright, just join us when you’re ready big boy!” Eddie yells back. I swat his chest, howling at Steve’s grumbles of protest. 

“Behave baby.” I coo, kissing his harshly. 

“Maybe I rather have you all to myself.” I tease, biting his lip as I pull away. 

Eddie rolls on top of me, caging me against his strong frame. 

“I promise baby, this dick is only for you. Unless you say otherwise.” He winks, hovering over my lips. 

I reach up, pulling his closer to kiss his lips. 

“Good!” I breathe. 

“So we aren’t an orgy cult?” Robin’s voice echos down the hall. 

“Robin, do not encourage this!” Steve grips. 

Eddie and I can only laugh, placing kisses in between bating breaths. 

Fully dressed and flushed faces, I brew some coffee and pry open a box of pop tarts Steve and Robin bought. 

I pull out four mugs, pouring a cup for each of us. It’s going to be a long day. I slide the first cup to Robin. She gives a wink. Steve can’t look at me and Eddie wraps an arm around my waist, grasping his own mug. He places a kiss on my cheek before taking the first sip. 

“So what’s the plan?” Steve asks, trying to divert the awkward tension. 

I clear my throat, taking a long sip. 

“I remember my dad had a safe around here somewhere. It has important documents in it. I need to grab those and I’ll probably pack up some of the records and photos.” I answer, peering around the trailer. 

They all nod. I take another sip.

“Thanks. I appreciate y’all coming up to help me.” I look into my coffee, swirling the black liquid around. 

Robin places her hand on mine. I peer up at her. 

“Always.” 

Eddie kisses my temple, rubbing gentle circles into my hip. Steve gives a small cheers with his mug. 

“Just lead the way boss.” Steve awkwardly says, placing his mug in the sink.

We finish eating and drinking. We make our way to the living room, dividing up jobs. Steve and Robin would sort through the living room looking for albums and stray photos. Eddie was in charge of records and tapes. I begin searching for the safe. 

Nearly 30 minutes later I hear the sound of tires slowly inching up the gravel road. I peer out the window. I recognize the car. I walk out of daddy’s room and head for the door. Eddie, Steve and Robin halt their projects and follow. 

A tall black man emerges from the dark blue trooper car. His bright blue eyes crinkle as his smile grows. He removes his hat, exposing his buzzed hair. He fiddles with the brim as he approaches. 

I step down, inching towards the man. The other three pile against the stairs, waiting. 

“Heard you were back in town. Had to see if it was true.” His voice booms.

I smile, laughing through my nose. 

“Is that all they had to say at service today?” I jest.

He shakes his head, “Pastor picked James 4:7 in honor of your return.” He laughs, only about a few feet away now.

Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. How fitting. Another breathy laugh escapes.

“How kind of him. Sorry I missed that.” I peer behind me, watching the others. “According to some, I’d burn if I stepped back in the church again.” I turn back to the man standing in front of me. My smile is wider than ever.

“Is that what happens when you join a cult?” He leans in on the joke. We burst into laughter together. 

We fall into each others embrace. His strong arms tighten around my small frame. I grasp him as best I can. He’s broad, I can barely wrap my arms around him. His lips find my temple, kissing the hair line. 

“Hi, angle.” He mumbles against my head. 

I pull back, peering up at him. “Hi Henry.” I smile back. 

Henry worked with daddy. They were partners for 15 years. Henry is like an uncle. If I ever needed anything I could go to him. I should have talked with him more after daddy died. Henry was the one who helped me when we went through the trial, when I was recovering in the hospital. He was the only person I said goodbye to. He’s the only one I really don’t mind seeing. I’ve missed him. 

“You look great.” Henry says as we break apart.

I stumble back and into Eddie’s chest. His hands find my waist. Henry studies him. His eyes fall behind Eddie’s, catching Robin and Steve moving closer. 

My head lulls back, nuzzling into Eddie’s chest. My hands lace through Eddie’s fingers. 

“This is Henry. My daddy’s partner. Henry, these are my friends; Robin and Steve.” I gesture back to them. 

Henry gives a polite wave and friendly smile. 

“And this is my boyfriend, Eddie.” One of my hands finds the ring around my neck. My fingers dip in and out of the hole. 

Henry stands tall, towering over Eddie. I look at Eddie’s face. A simple smile paints his lips. A pinky blush over takes his porcelain skin. Eddie gives a curt nod. His lush curls sway with the movement. 

“Better be takin’ care of my girl.” Henry warns with a friendly tone. A side smile grows across his face.  

“Oh he is.” Robin practically yells. 

I break my neck looking back at her. Eddie’s body stiffens, clearing his throat. Henry lets out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. 

“I’ll play dumb and just say leave it at that.” His eyes fall from Eddie’s to mine. I give a bashful smile.

“Think we could take a walk real quick?” Henry says, clearing his throat. 

I nod, tiptoeing up to Eddie’s cheek, kissing the corner of his lips. Steve and Robin file back inside, Eddie stays out to smoke and watch. Henry takes me down towards the lake. We stand on the edge of the dock, watching the water ripple. It’s silent for a few minutes.

“Your parents would be proud.” He starts. “They also would have a heart attack after seeing your boyfriend.” He laughs. I nudge him. 

“He’s a good guy. Promise.” I blush, hiding my ever growing smile. 

He hums happily. “Any man that can make you look like that is alright with me.” He wraps an arm around my shoulder. 

“But, if he ever breaks your heart, you know where to find me.” He gives me a side eye and a large smirk. 

“You’re my first call. You know the best place to hide a body.” I jest. 

He doubles over, nodding. 

“How long you staying?” He asks, calming his fit. 

“We’re probably leaving tonight.” My smile falls a little.  

He nods, biting his cheek. 

“Well, next time you’re in dinner is on me. I miss seeing that pretty smile of yours.” His eyes crinkle again, studying me. 

“You are a little Lottie.” He whispers, brushing a strand of hair away.

“Except the eyes.” I laugh. He joins.

“Those are your daddy’s.” He informs with a short chuckle. 

We embrace. He soothes my hair, rubbing light circles on my back. Just like daddy use to do. 

“You let me know if you need anything. I’ll make sure the trailer is right and ready for whatever you choose to do.” He smiles, pulling away and helping me back up the hill. 

I see Eddie sitting on the steps as we make our way back to his car. 

“I will Henry.” I wrap my arms around him once more. “I’ve missed you too.” I whisper against his coat. 

One final kiss to my temple and Henry is driving off with a wave. I smile, until he’s out of sight. My eyes fall on Eddie. 

“You okay?” He cups my cheek, forcing me to look at him. 

My eyes flutter, leaning into his touch. I nod. 

“He’s the only person I’ve really missed.” I whisper. The words just fall out. 

Eddie pulls me closer, kissing the corner of my lip. I hum happily, leaning into his touch. Our lips meet again, deeper, heated. 

“Let’s finish, yeah?” My words are breathless. 

He nods, smacking my ass and we fall back inside. 

Five hours later we are loading up the van. Two boxes of photos. Four boxes of movies and music. Eddie insists he listen to and watch everything. I’m surprised by some of his picks, considering he’s more of a metal head. Sinatra, Johnny Cash, The Beatles, Elvis, even Bob Dylan. Each holds a memory, a story. I smile tossing the small metal box into the front seat beneath my feet. Eddie shuts all the doors and piles into the driver seat. He shakes a tape that I’ve not seen before. The first song is ‘Fly me to the Moon’ by Frank Sinatra. 

“Great, now it’s real old school.” Steve groans. 

“You rather I put on the heaviest metal I have?” Eddie jabs, grasping my hand. 

Steve throws his hands up in defense, “Just a comment, no complaints.” Robin and I giggle. 

“What tape is this?” I ask. 

He tosses me the case. It’s daddy’s hand writing. Lottie’s favorites. I smile at it. Eddie’s fingers soothe over my knuckles. 

The drive is a mix of all the classics from the 50’s and 60’s. I even caught my metal head bopping along to some of the tunes. I giggle silently. 

It’s about 8 p.m. when we arrive to my house after dropping off Steve and Robin. Eddie parks his van, killing the engine. The house looks dark, abandoned. My gaze falls onto his. I kiss him deeply. My fingers splay across his cheeks. 

“Thank you, Eddie bear.” I coo. 

He blushes deeper, “I’d go to Mordor for you princess.” He stutters. 

“I love you, Eddie.” Our lips ghost over each others. 

“I love you too, Y/N.” He closes the gap. 

“It looks like no one’s home.” I whisper against his parted lips. 

His voice grows dark, chuckling. His lips curl into a smirk. 

“Inviting me in baby?” His teeth scrape against my bottom lip, tugging gently. 

I moan, humming a yes into his mouth. Eddie pulls me from my seat. I fall into his lap. His cock bulging through his dark denim already. I rub my clothed cunt against it. The rough texture hits my clit, giving enough friction to get me off. I moan, lulling my head. Eddie takes his chance, attaching his lips to my neck. 

“Fuck, Eddie!” I choke. 

“That should cover it.” I smile at him as his finger tips reach for the money. 

The two nod and head off to the store. Eddie wraps a hand around my waist and leads me towards the pizza shop. It’s not hard to miss. The sign for Joe’s Pizza is lit up like a Christmas tree. 

The bell rings as we walk inside. Eddie’s head swivels around, checking out the place. It hasn’t changed. The checkered board floor with a few cracks, the forest green paint chipping a little along the walls. The counter still a dingy, but clean space. 

A large middle age man with an even larger belly comes around the front. He leans over the counter. 

“Evening, how can I help…Y/N? Well, what a surprise.” His blue eyes go wide, sparkling bright at the sight of me. 

“Hey Joe,” My voice chirps. 

“It’s so good to see that pretty face around here again.” He compliments. 

My eyes drift up to Eddie’s. His are already on me, giving me a smirk. His plush lips find the top of my head, kissing my hair line. 

“It looks like you’re doing well for yourself, darlin’.” Joe smiles at the affection Eddie is showing. “Folks treating you okay?” 

I nod, blushing a little. We move closer to the counter. 

“So what brings you back?” Joe asks, folding his hands together. 

“Going through the trailer, looking at selling it, maybe,” I lean onto the counter, Eddie stands tall beside me. A silent quiver laces each word. 

“Sorry darlin’.”Joe sighs. “If you need anything…” he trails off. 

“I know Joe.” A small smile finds its way onto my face. I pat his hands. 

“You could defiantly help me right now. I’ve been craving your pizza since I moved.” My smile widens ear to ear. 

Joe chuckles. His belly moving up and down. 

“Your usual order?” He asks, lifting his upper half. Already making his way back to the kitchen.

“Yes, please!” I holler as he disappears into the back. 

The bell rings. Eddie and I turn to see Robin and Steve holding a brown paper bag, a case of water, and a case of beer. Robin hands me a few crinkled bills. I pocket the cash. 

“We just ordered. Should be ready in a few.” I inform them. 

They set the bag and cases down on a near by table. We gather around it. My back is to the door. 

“I think tonight we just eat and relax. We’ll go through what we can in the morning. Hopefully head back tomorrow night.” I break down an ideal plan.

The three nod, agreeing. Eddie’s arm finds my waist, pulling me closer to him. I rest my head on his shoulder. The bell rings again. Before I can turn around a familiar voice echos through the shop. 

“I’d know that tight ass anywhere.” I roll my eyes. Turning my head enough to see his smug grin. 

“Hey doll face.” He winks. 

Eddie’s grip tightens. Surely leaving bruises. 

“Hi Buck.” I deadpan. 

“Miss me?” He waltzes over. 

Hands in his pockets, chew tucked in his cheek. The black ooze dripping down the corner of his smug grin. His shaggy blond hair tucked underneath a backwards baseball cap. His flannel and jeans have holes. Mud and muck stuck to his cowboy boots. He looks just the same. 

A sarcastic laugh escapes through my nose. I turn around, Eddie turns with me. My eyes flicker up to the metal heads. His brown eyes burn black. His plush lips press into a thin line. Eddie puts on his most intimidating face. 

“Tsk, tsk. What’s a good girl like you doing with a peaker, a dyke and…” Buck scans the table, pointing fingers at my friends. His eyes fall onto Eddie’s, flicking down to his bruising grasp. 

“Oh sweetheart, what you doin’ fuckin’ a Satan worshiper?” Buck inches forward, keeping one eye on Eddie. 

“Joined a cult I see. Murdering slut enjoying her little devil’s cock?” Buck’s tongue clicks, giving another wink. 

“Watch your mouth, fucker.” Eddie seethes. 

Buck’s eyes stay trained on me. 

“Or what? You’ll put a curse on me?” He laughs. “Come on doll. Let me remind you what a real man can do.” His face is dangerously close. 

Eddie pushes me behind him. Buck’s face meets Eddie’s torso. Buck stands taller, trying to match Eddie’s height. Hard to do. 

“Buck.” A warning tone comes from Joe. 

Buck eyes Eddie. His gaze falls behind him for a moment. Finding mine glaring back at him. He gives a breathy laugh. 

“Watch this one. She’ll fuck you hard one day, leave you dry the next.” He spits some cud out in-between Eddie’s shoes. 

Eddie moves, about to raise a fist to Buck’s face. I hold him back, tip toeing up to his ear. 

“S’ not worth it baby,” I soothe him. My southern accent slips through.

Eddie stands down. Buck walks towards the back. Joe glares at him. 

“Be quick on that delivery. You’re late as it is.” Joe hollers. 

Once the back door slams shut I move out from behind Eddie. I step towards the counter grasping the boxes of hot pizza. 

“Sorry ‘bout him, darlin’” Joe apologizes. “Been meaning to fire him. Too many complaints,” He’s talking more to himself, eyes flicker to the door. 

I shrug, “It’s fine Joe. Thanks for the food.” A smile creeps back onto my face. 

“Course. Listen before you head back, stop by and I’ll pack up some frozen pies. Give you a taste of home when you need it.” He winks, patting the counter. 

“I’ll take you up on that.” I laugh, pulling money out of my pocket. 

Joe holds up his hand. 

“On the house. It’s good to see you again Y/N.” Joe’s grin widens up to his ears. 

“You’re too sweet. Thanks again.” I wave him off, following the rest of the group out the door. 

Eddie’s hand fall on my waist again. 

“You okay?” His question is breathless. 

“Yeah, you?” I ask, finding his eyes as we reach the van. 

Eddie is fuming, trying to compose his anger. 

“Who was that dick?” Robin asks, tossing the groceries in the back. 

“What’s a peaker?” Steve asks, confusion plastered on his face.

I shake my head, “That was Aaron Buckner. But everyone calls him Buck. He’s an ass who I use to go to school with.” I roll my eyes, shrugging off the feeling of seeing him again. 

Buck is part of the reason I left. A big part of why I took my daddy’s razor to my arm. He spread rumors. Telling everyone he fucked the hero. I shot down those rumors. Most people believed me, but there were a few who thought Buck was telling the truth. When I wouldn’t go out with him after the fact, he started telling people I was a murder and not a hero. But the Hawkins group didn’t need all that detail. 

“But what’s a peaker?” Steve strains, climbing into the back. 

I laugh a little, turning my head to the former jock. 

“Nothing bad. Just means you peaked in high school. A fancy way of saying loser,” I smirk, turning back towards the road. 

Robin laughs. “I’m so using that now.” She slaps his shoulder.

“Better than a dyke.” Steve bites. Wincing as Robin slaps him again. 

“I’m impressed that asshole knew.” Robin smirks. “Maybe he’s got gaydar too.” She jokes.

“Well, he was caught in a slightly compromising position with one of the other hunters.” I tease, winking back at Robin. 

“I love closeted gossip.” She swoons. 

My giggles fade as my eyes fall on Eddie. He’s gripping the wheel to the point his knuckles are white. My hand falls on his thigh rubbing it slowly.

“Baby.” I coo. 

“‘M fine,” He grits. 

I sigh, continuing to rub his thigh as we finish our journey. 

The trailer looks just the same. The grass outside it does not. It’s been maintained. Cared for. The rose bushes that daddy and I planted are thriving. The small garden towards the back looks picked. I excepted decay and a jungle. It’s as if time stood still while I was away.

The generators roars to life. The stairs creak and rattle as we pile on, stepping inside. A flick of light illuminates the dust. Stale air fills the room. I place the pizza down and pry open the kitchen window. Cool October wind blows the small blue plaided curtains. Steve throws the beer and waters in the fridge. Robin places snacks in the cabinets. Eddie…I turn my head back and forth. His silhouette is walking away from the door. 

I step outside. He’s lighting a smoke. He’s walking slowly down the hill. Eddie perches himself on an overhang, looking over the lake view. It’s a beautiful sight. His facial features glow in the moon light. It’s our only source of light, minus the small embers coming from his cigarette. I take a seat next to him. Our knees touching. 

I wrap my arms around my body, snuggling the denim closer to my chest. Eddie takes note. He slips off his denim vest, leather jacket combo and places it gently over my shoulders. I tug it tighter. Inhaling his scent. Our eyes finally meet. A silent thank you forms on my lips, falling into a light smile. 

He puffs, deeply inhaling the nicotine. I’m bold. I pry. 

“Eddie, what’s wrong baby?” 

Silence. 

“Is it about what Buck…” 

“Don’t say his name.” Eddie bites. I’ve never heard him sound so angry. 

I lean back. Taken aback by his tone. I shake the nerves. This is Eddie. My Eddie-bear. My nerdy dungeon master. Harmless. My tongue pokes out licking my lips. My gaze stays hard focused on his. Eddies is towards the lake. Or the void of his own thoughts I suppose. I clean my throat, swallowing. 

“Is it about what happened at Joe’s?” I rephrase my question.

Eddie sighs. Extinguishes his cigarette. I place my hand on his. He’s burning hot. It’s feel nice against my frozen finger tips. I chew the side of my cheek, waiting for some kind of response. 

Silence. 

I look out into the night. The stars are hidden by the haze of October clouds. The lake has a foggy texture looming over it. My breathing steadies. I allow my eyes to move back up his clenched jawline and onto his dark brown eyes. We take a few beats of silence. Finally growing tired of the bull frogs and crickets singing their song, I speak.

“If it’s any help, I think you have a large devil’s cock.” I click my tongue on the ck. “And I do enjoy sucking it, a lot.” I nip at his jawline. 

The heavy tension falls. Eddie’s seductive laugh fills the cool air. His blackened gaze falls onto my sweet innocent smile. My tongue poking out, teasing him. Eddie loosens up, relaxing, falling into me. His body heated is wanted, needed. I nuzzle deeper, inhaling his scent further. 

Another wave of silence passes through. Eddie’s breath grows a little calmer, but words still beg to fall off his tongue. 

“Talk to me, Eddie-bear.” I coo.

“He fuck you? I mean, I know you said…just he…I…I just gotta know. Did he…” trembling, stumbled words fall. Words that make me angry. 

“Seriously?” I bite a little. I calm myself immediately. It’s not Eddie’s fault. 

“I’m sorry.” He breathes.

“No, I am.” A sigh escapes. An explanation follows, “‘Bout six months after my daddy died, there was a party. I decided to go. My friends thought it would be good for me. Buck was there and he cornered me most the night. I fought off, just wanting to hang with my friends. But he wouldn’t leave me alone. Kept wanting to go somewhere more private. I told him no. And I got so annoyed I left. Well, come Monday Buck is going around school telling people I went home with him that night. Spouting off all these nasty rumors. Half the school either knew I was telling the truth, because I went home with a friend that night. Or most of the guys thought Buck was right. For the rest of the school year I was called a slut by every guy. I couldn’t go down the hall without some guy asking me…it doesn’t matter. It got to be too much. Plus after the bank robber died in jail waiting for trial, everyone said it was because I shot him. It wasn’t. He was attacked. Messed with the wrong guy I guess. So that’s how I got the nickname. That’s how I got this cool tattoo.” I throw my arm up. Exhausted with reliving and remembering. 

Eddie pulls me against him. His hands rest roughly on my ass. His lips ghost over mine. 

“Fuck ‘em. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have given a second thought about what that asshat said.” His lips lick mine. I close the gap. 

“It’s fine. It’s not entirely untrue now.” I breathe against his cheeks. Nipping at his neck, leaving a bruising mark. “I’m the devil’s slut.” I do my best impression of his devil face that he makes to Carver all the time. 

A burst of laughter erupts from his chest. His body shakes me up and down. I feel his erection growing against my clothed cunt. A little moan escapes. His lips bite mine. Pulling the skin as he tugs away. A shiver falls down my spine; partly from the feeling of Eddie, partly from the cold. 

“Come on princess.” He scoops me up, carrying me inside. “You can show me how much you love my large devil cock later.” He teases, licking the lobe of my ear. 

My lips are blue. My skin feels numb. Steve and Robin have already dug into the pizza. A Joe special, Deputy Deluxe, a three meat, green pepper, jalapeño pizza. My daddy and I ordered two every Saturday, movies and pizza. It was our time together. Eddie plops me on the couch next to Robin. He grabs two beers and two plates. Piling four slices, two for each of us. 

The taste brings back a thousand memories, and it warms my body up. Eddie slides onto the floor between my legs. Steve and Robin found something random to watch. We eat in silence. Little laughters escape as the show presses on. 

“So what’s the sleeping arrangements here?” Steve asks, grabbing another beer and putting his and Robin’s plate in the sink. 

“You and Robin can take my daddy’s room. Eddie and I can sleep in mine.” I shrug, chewing on the last bit of pizza. Eddie stands, taking my plate. 

“Unless, you want to cuddle up tonight big boy.” Eddie grasps Steve’s shoulders, kissing his cheek.

Steve shoves him off, wiping his cheek. Eddie gives a wink. 

“Forget I asked.” Steve mumbles. On that fun note, we all turned in. 

My bedroom is the same as I left it. A white floral quilt my mama made conceals the dark red sheets tucked along the full mattress. A little lamp sits on the table side. Honestly it reminds me of Eddie’s set up, just a little less metal, a little more girly. Posters of Queen and Metallica hang along the walls. Photos of family and friends show happier times. My desk a little cluttered. The note I left for my aunt and Dustin is still laying on top of piles of books. I grasp it before Eddie can see. I tuck it in a drawer and leave it be. 

Eddie’s head swivels around the room. His signature smile plastered. 

“Cute,” He teases, kissing the top of my head. 

I give a warning glare. My arms drop the jackets onto the floor. Fingertips grip the hem of my shirt, tugging it above my head. My red lacy bra makes Eddie’s jaw drop. I shimmy out of the skirt. A matching red lace thong hides beneath sheer black tights. Eddie beats me to it. He rips the fabric. His hands fall all over my body. Gripping my ass, rubbing my lower back. Lips fall onto my neck, licking the columns. I moan. Trying to stay somewhat quiet for Steve and Robin’s sake. 

Eddie’s fingers dip under the hooks of my bra. Snapping it off, it falls to the floor. My breasts exposed to the cool air. His tongue falls down my collarbone and onto each tit. His tongue licking, swirling lapping each nipple until they are erect. My body arches, begging for him. 

I lift his shirt. He complies. I unbuckle his belt and slide off his jeans. Left in his blue and white checkered underwear. Our bodies close, but not close enough. His lips find mine, kissing feverishly. We fumble towards the bed. The springs screech as we fall. 

My body lands on top of Eddie’s. His cock erect and ready. I kiss down his chest and pull his shorts down. Lips find the crook of his pelvis. Leaving nips, bites, sloppy kisses. My tongue lulls out, licking him from the base to the tip. My tongue swirls around the tip, licking a bit of precum. The salty sweet taste dribbles down my throat. I groan. 

My jaw unhinges. His cock slides down my throat. Cheeks puffed. Eddie writhes, and groans. Slurping sounds and gagging fill the air. Steve and Robin can hate us later. My hand pumps what my mouth can’t take. My nails grip, scratch his thigh. Every now and then it will drift to his balls, juggling them a little. 

Hard, fast licks and sucks. He twitches in my mouth. His hands fall into my hair. Eddie pulls on the pony tail he’s made. Curses and slurred begs fall. 

“Fuck…yes…oh fuck princess. Baby. Please…please, fuck!” 

My pace quickens. With a final lick, Eddie’s seed falls down my throat. I swallow the load, careful to not let any spill out. I pop off. Sitting on my knees. My body long and lean. Eddie is fucked out. His eyes dark with lust. Hazy, ragged breaths escape his swollen plush parted lips. His body writhes from after shocks. 

I swipe my finger along his weeping cock, gathering a few dribbles I missed. My finger meets my tongue, sucking the excess. Eddie groans at the sight. 

“I could get use to this kind of cult. And this devil cock.” I wink, pulling my finger from my lips. 

My body hovers over his. Lips ghosting. He closes the gap this time. Hands pull me closer. My hips grind against his semi hard cock. Eddie bucks up, meeting my hips. I coo, moan. My hand grips his hip. A lingering kiss falls onto his beaten lips. 

“Sleep, love. We don’t want to traumatize our guest anymore than we have.” A whispered caution falls. 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

“I’m not letting you.” Dustin chokes. 

I open my mouth, about to argue. 

“Not alone, I’m coming with you. Give me five minutes.” His body pulls from the door, but is still blocking it. 

“Claudia would have my head if I took you.” I give my first point as to why this is a bad idea. 

“Plus, you have friends in town. I heard you last night. You all are doing some quick game of DND together.” I lower my voice, trying to hush his worry. “Go to that Dusty.” 

He shakes his head. 

“No, I’m not letting you go alone!” He argues, standing his ground. 

If it were any other time I would be proud. But right now, I’m just annoyed and it’s starting to show. 

“Dustin, this isn’t up for debate. You aren’t going.” I argue back, using my free hand to pinch my brow. 

“Says the girl pinned by her boyfriend.” He spits sarcastically. 

My eyes fall back on the metal head. His bourbon colored eyes burn back at me. He’s angry, I’m not sure at who. We can fight about it later. I tug my arm again, twisting my whole body. Eddie’s grip loosens, freedom. I give him an apologetic frown. 

I march up to Dustin. We stare at each other. Narrow eyes, fuming breaths, scowling faces. It’s new. It’s not how we usually are. I falter first. My eyes give way. My scowl turns into a frown. 

“I will be fine Dustin. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” I assure him. I place my left arm on his shoulder, squeezing ever so slightly. 

He grabs my wrist, twisting my arm so my tattoo shows. 

“That’s what you said last time.” His voice is small, filled with hurt and hate. I don’t recognize it as his own. 

I pull my arm away. My wrist cracks as it’s ripped from his grasp. 

“Enough, Dustin,” I whisper back. 

The three teens behind us lean in trying to hear our conversation. Robin and Steve don’t know. Eddie barely knows. Dustin shouldn’t know anything. 

“Then I’m coming with you.” He bites. 

I shake my head, “Move Dustin.” My voice is low, but stern. 

“I heard what you told mom that night, when she brought you home.” His voice grows a little, so the others can hear. 

“Shut up, Dustin.” I grit my teeth. 

My eyes burn into his. His blue eyes seem darker now—sad and angry. He frowns, I scowl. 

“I saw you, when she was changing the bandage.

“Shut up, Dustin.” I push him against the door, my hands nearing his throat. 

“You said…” Dustin couldn’t finish his thought.

“Do you really think I want to do this Dustin?!” I scream at him. My hands fall on his throat, squeezing. I don’t care if it wakes up Claudia. I don’t care if it scares him. I don’t care that the three behind me are gasping, concerned. 

“Do you think I want to go back? That I want to drive down those same roads, pass those same houses. See those same fucking people! That I want to go through their things and come to terms with the fact that they are never coming back. I’m fucking 18!” I push off of Dustin, releasing his throat. His body hits the door—hard. His breathing is labored and shaky. 

“I should be trying to figure out what college I’m going to. What the fuck I want to do with my life. I should be worried about tests, homework, the fucking prom.” I breathe through, my voice growing shaky. 

“But no, I get to figure out if I’m going to sell these houses. If I’m going to sell any of their stuff. I have to worry about properties and money that I don’t even want!” I break, my voice falls into a harsh sputter. Tears fall down my cheeks. 

“I don’t need to worry about you while I’m doing this. I don’t need to think about you see all of that.” My voice drops low. My hands reach for his. 

“For once, Dustin, please be a kid.” 

Hot white tears stream down my face. My eyes burn and sting. My voice feels small and numb. I’m shaking. I’m dizzy. Dustin is too shocked to speak. I use this. I pull him into a hug. He doesn’t even feel us turning. I grasp the door and slip outside. I dry my tears with the back of my hand. I climb into my car, shut the door and scream. I’m sure the neighbors hear it. I’m sure they all hear it inside. I don’t care. I scream and pound on the steering wheel. My head falls against the wheel, missing the horn. 

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. It feels like a lifetime. I pull my head from the wheel and rub the tears from my eyes. Before I can bring the engine to life my door opens. I don’t need to look to know it’s him. I smell his familiar scent. He just smoked. 

“Please.” My voice is hoarse. My plea is weak. 

His hand falls into view. His ringed fingers curl in a come hither motion. I take his hold. He gently pulls me up and out. I avoid his eyes. My face falls right into his shirt. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. I nuzzle further, wanting his scent to consume me. 

“Your chariot awaits princess. Whenever you’re ready.” He whispers in my ear. 

Eddie’s hands glide up my spine, holding my neck. His fingers tangle up in my hair. He tugs softly, forcing my neck to snap up and look at him. A soft smile paints his face. His big brown eyes ease me. I push up on my tip toes and kiss his lips. Our lips meld. Breaking only when we are gasping for breath. 

I nod, hugging him. Catching our breath as we walk to his van. He opens the door and helps me in. Just before I fall into the familiar faux leather seat, I see Dustin standing on the front steps. Arms crossed, frown and a few tear streaks down his cheeks. I give a sad smile. Dustin looks away, waving us off. He disappears as soon as I hit the front seat. 

“He’ll be okay.” Steve assures from the back. 

I look back. Him and Robin are sitting on the blankets Eddie and I fuck on. They are surrounded by four duffle bags. How long was I breathing? Eddie’s engine roars. Metal music blares. Steve and him argue about the music for…I don’t really know how long. My head falls against the window, watching the world go by. Eddie taps my shoulder after we hit the highway. 

“You want me to guess where you live or…?” He steals my line from our first movie date. 

A small chuckle escapes. It’s small, quick, but it puts a big smile on his face. I navigate. We finally agree on some music. Steve still gripes about it being metal, but you can’t go wrong with Metallica. Robin bops her head to the music, rubbing my shoulders every once in a while. ‘Just making sure you’re alive.’ That’s her reasoning, that’s her excuse.  

It’s a straight shot. About a three hour drive from Hawkins. We arrive around four o’ clock. Eddie’s van hiccups down familiar streets. My body tenses as we inch closer to town. Eddie lays a hand on my thigh. His fingers swirl the thin black fabric of my tights. It soothes me, a little. I swallow, mumbling directions. Remembering as we pass business after business. 

Lonnie’s hardware store. Daddy and I would go there a lot when we first bought the trailer. It was a real fixer upper. 

McKeene’s Ice Cream. We’d walk there after dinner, the three of us. Mama and I would split a Mint Chip, Daddy would get two scoops of strawberry. 

The high school, my personal hell. The statue of a hornet standing tall in front of the doors. 

The movie theater, the small shops, the coffee house, the town park. All familiar places. All memories of happier times, memories of the three of us. 

We turn into the square. Old victorian manors stand tall as we drive through. 

“The white one, on the corner,” I point. 

It looks just as I remember it, tall and haunting. We had balconies to spare. We’d sit up there and watch the town. Mama and Daddy would gossip about the neighbors or anyone who happened to walk by. I could hear them from my bedroom. We’d stargaze, making up stories about different clusters. It was a fun game for us to play. 

Cobble stones stretching up to the house, cascading around the manor, towards the back fencing. The two rocking chairs still on the front porch. The wind gently moves them back and forth, as if ghosts are sitting there. I like to think they are. 

We pull into the drive away, off to the side. Eddie climbs out first, opening the back on his way to my side. The door opens and I instantly smell the fall air. Crisp apples and leaves fill my memories. I adjust my black skater skirt once I find my footing. I throw on my jean jacket over my green v-neck and walk towards the back where Steve and Robin are stretching. 

The four of us stand small in front of the haunting home. My fingers fiddle with the dust in the corner of pockets. I squint a little, staring up, expecting to see someone in the windows. 

“You lived here?” Robin asks, gobsmacked. 

I nod, “Yeah, they bought it a few years before I came along.” 

The wind rustled the trees. Leaves fall and swirl around us. I hear more crinkling, as if someone is walking on the scattered leaves. I turn toward the noise, peering past Eddie and Steve. 

An older woman is walking slowly along the sidewalk, towards the house next door. Our eyes meet. She stops, blinking. Her lips purse into a confused frown.

“Lottie?” She calls towards us. 

I recognize her almost instantly. Ms. Ratfure, she and her husband have lived in the bright blue house for a lifetime. Mr. Ratfure passed shortly after mama. Daddy and her talked a lot of the front porch. Consoling each other in their times of grief. I think she’s the reason daddy tried staying in the house, but it was too much. Ms. Ratfure understood that. I’m surprised she didn’t move too.

The old woman and I takes a few small steps towards each other. Ms. Ratfure adjusts her glasses, eyes widening.

“Be still my heart, I thought I saw your mama’s ghost.” She places a hand on her chest. 

I give a small smile, 

“Hi, Ms. Ratfure. I’ve heard that a lot recently.” I smile, avoiding her eyes for a moment. 

“I’m surprised to see you back.” My eyes find hers again. She’s closer now. Her hands find mine, shaking it. “I’m happy you are here.” She smiles softly. 

She lets go of my hand. I turn back to the group, they are watching. I catch her looking at them as well.

“And you brought friends.” She smirks. “I’m glad to see you’ve moved on from this place.” 

“I wouldn’t say that. But,” I turn back once again, smiling at a smirking Eddie. “I’ve met some pretty great people.” I return my eyes to her. 

“I was sorry to hear about your daddy. He was a good man. I meant to find you at the funeral, but you know how it is. The whole town was there.” She rambles on about funerals becoming town functions and what not. 

She’s right. Everyone showed up. If you were loved in this town, the funeral was always a function. My mama’s was the same. We talked to everyone in town, I think. We had food for days and visits everyday. With daddy, the town showed up, but I don’t remember talking to everyone. I gave the food to homeless shelters. I didn’t answer the door. I kept to myself in that trailer. 

“So, you gonna finally sell it?” Her question breaks my trance. 

“Wha…oh, yeah probably. I don’t need a huge house like this right now.” I answer honestly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. 

It’ll be hard, but why keep something like this off the market. Another family can make memories there. 

“Well, I hope the next family is as great as the last.” She pats my arm and turns towards her house. 

“If you need anything, let me know.” She calls back. 

I wave her off, “Thank you, Ms. Ratfure. Good seeing you again,” I turn back to the three, shrug my shoulders and open the gate to the manor. 

The entry way is just as I remember it. Large, echoing, and decorated with a beautiful chandelier. It’s a little dusty, but the light still spills in through the windows above the door. Robin throws her arms out, twirling around. I remember doing that when I was little. I chuckle at her girlish antics. I watch Steve and Eddie peer around corners, not daring to touch anything or venture any further. 

To the left is a sitting room. The furniture is covered in white sheets. The grandfather clock no longer ticking. The library shelves coated in a small layer of dust. The hardwood floors are dimmer and the area rug looks crusted and aged. 

To the right is a set of french doors. Robin swings them open, my daddy’s office. His desk is just as he left it. A picture of mama and I on one end. A notebook and case files on the other. The books on his shelves are collecting dust now. It still smells like him, pine and cigar smoke. A box of cigars he use to smoke still splayed across the desk. Eddie picks one up, sniffing it. 

“Good taste,” He mutters. I smirk, closing the box.

“Knock yourself out.” I kiss his cheek, placing the box in his hands.

I filter through the room. I find myself wandering down the hall, towards the kitchen. It’s dusty and looks to have not been used in years. We had a lot of good meals in here. Mama was a great cook. She taught me everything I know. When she died, I tried making dinners like her. We only had to call the fire department twice. It still didn’t put a smile on my daddy’s face. But I tried. 

Robin’s voice echos from upstairs. 

“It never ends!” She shouts. I giggle as she runs around. 

“It was just the three of you? Why’d they need so much space.” Steve asked. His hands dig into his jacket pockets. 

I shrug, trancing the banister as I climb the steps. Steve and Eddie follow. 

“They wanted a big family. But my parents had issues getting pregnant and keeping babies. I was their miracle.” My voice is a little somber. 

I remember finding the box of baby stuff. Seven, she lost seven babies. I don’t know how she kept going. 

“Aw, little angel, fitting.” Robin sing songs. 

I roll my eyes, pushing the first door in the hallway open. It was my old room. Not updated since I was 10. The ballerina wallpaper peeling slightly. The powered pink ceiling chipping. All the furniture was donated. Nails and tape line the walls where posters and photos use to hang. On the wall, where my bed use to be propped up against, was a painting that my mama did. Fluffy clouds surrounded the phrase angle. A tiny glowing halo sitting above the N and G. 

“Aww, cute. You rather I call you angel?” Eddie’s hands wrap around my waist, cooing into my ear. 

I push him off lightly, giggling. “Don’t you dare. Besides, I like it when you call me princess.” I lick his lip, kissing him quickly. 

He presses our bodies together, holding me tight. We fall against the wall. His body rubbing against mine. A breathless giggle escapes. 

“Ugh, get a room.” Steve pouts, swirling around the door frame.

“We are in one. You’re the one who joined us, Harrington.” Eddie teases with a wink. “We’ll show you a good time. Won’t we princess?” Eddie’s hand falls on my ass, squeezing it. 

“Only if I’m on top.” I sing song. 

Eddie’s chuckle deepens. Steve’s face burns red. I fall, laughing, into Eddie’s arms. 

“You little minx,” He growls. His lips are on me again, pushing me harder against the wall. 

“This isn’t what I signed up for.” Steve mutters. His face still hot and bothered. A little tent forming in his jeans. 

Eddie and I pull away. I walk past Steve. My hand drapes dangerously close to his thighs.

“Looks like you did.” I tease. My fingers grazing over his tightening pants. 

Eddie growls following me out of the room. He gives a little wink to Steve, patting his cheek. Eddie catches up, finding my waist and holding me close. His lips pepper kisses as we explore the rest of the manor. 

Most of the rooms are empty, dusty and worn. I see Robin in one room. Eddie and I trail inside. She’s sorting through a box that was left behind. It’s full of albums and mix tapes. 

“What is this stuff?” She asks, kneeling on the floor. 

Eddie loosens his grip, laying one last kiss against my neck. I bend down on my knees neck to her. Steve enters the room, standing next to Eddie. He’s cooled down. 

“Stuff my daddy left behind.” I whisper. 

Robin opens an album and coos. Photos of my parents from their high school days. 

“Wow, you do look like your mom.” She mutters. Eddie and Steve join us on the floor. 

Robin carefully lifts the photo out of the plastic covering and passes it around. It was a photo from their homecoming. Mama in her cheer uniform, daddy in his jersey. That use to be a bedtime story. Mama and daddy dancing on the football field for hours after the game. No music, they talked and talked. Laughing, dancing until the sun came up. Mama said her folks were mad, but she didn’t care. She was in love. That’s all that mattered. 

“Aww, baby Y/N!” Robin squeals. 

Sure enough, photo after photo was of me. 

“Cute.” Eddie whispered. I blush. 

Robin flips through more albums. Steve helps her. Eddie and I go through the mix tapes. Daddy made these for mama when they got married. He even made her one for her labor. I cringed at it. Eddie lifts one box out. It has photos, a few tapes, a hospital band and a bandana. 

Eddie’s fingers shift through the photos. His lips falling into a frown. Tears prick his eyes. 

“Baby? You okay?” I ask, noticing his fallen features. 

“Your mom was sick too?” He asks, not looking back at me. 

I nod. “She found out after I turned 12.” I answer honestly. “She fought like hell for a year. She beat it. But…” my voice falls. Tears fill my eyes now. “She died two months after she was cleared.” 

“That sucks.” Steve echoed what they were all thinking. 

“Yeah,” I stand up, wiping my tears and walking out of the room. 

Eddie follows me. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” He pulls me into a hug. “Why don’t we take a break. Let’s find some food, yeah?” He suggests. 

Robin and Steve join us in the hall. 

“We coming back here for the night? Because it doesn’t look like there’s not much here.” Steve points out. He’s right. 

I shake my head. 

“No, there’s a pizza shop on the way to the trailer. We can grab a few pies and head that way for the night. It’s fully furnished still, hopefully cleaner and less spooky.” I lick my lips, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Good morning,” I mumble into the sheets. 

“Shh,” He squeezes my waist tighter, causing a small squeal to escape my throat. “Sleeping,” He mumbles against my bare shoulder, placing another wet kiss. 

I giggle, succumbing to his grasp. I nuzzle closer, my hips rubbing against his. He releases a low groan, bucking his hips into mine. A small moan falls past my lips and into the pillow. 

“Eddie,” I whine. “Sleeping,” I tease, peering behind my shoulder as best I can. 

I can see his eyes are still shut, but his lips curl into a shit eating smirk. I nudge his erection with my ass, hoping to get a rise from the sleepy metal head. Another groan falls. His eyes flutter, peeking open. I catch a quick glimpse of his big doe eyes. His smirk turns into a full, ear to ear smile. I give my own wide grin. 

“Good morning,” I whisper, rolling in his arms so we are chest to chest. 

Eddie inches closer to my face. Our lips barely touch, 

“Good morning, Princess,” He kisses me softly, sweetly. 

I giggle as we break apart. Our foreheads still touching. Our eyes flutter open every so often, laughing when we catch the other looking. Nothing could be more perfect. Nothing can ruin this moment. 

Bang, crash, shatter! 

“Nice going, Steve,” Dustin’s voice sounds muffled, but is still loud enough for us to hear. 

I sigh, burrowing my face into Eddie’s chest. Another round of crashes echo from downstairs. Robin’s laughter follows. Eddie chuckles again, kissing the top of my head. He nudges me, signally that we should go check out the damage downstairs. We roll out of bed, getting dressed. I throw on my (his) Hellfire shirt and some shorts, but no one would be able to tell. The shirt hits my mid thigh, covering the booty shorts. Eddie throws on his jeans and a t shirt he left here a few weeks ago. It may or may not have a cum stain from me using it to get off…

Eddie turns to me. His jaw goes slack, tongue lulling against his bottom lip. My hair is messy. My make up from last night smeared onto the pillows, leaving me in a more natural look. I avert my gaze, avoiding the intense stare. I feel his hands fall on my hips once again. His thumb and forefinger cup my chin, brining it up to look at him. I swallow at his sight. His lips ghost over mine. 

“Beautiful,” I swallow his complement. 

Another crash from the kitchen breaks our tender moment. 

“We should…” I sigh, as another bang emerges. Eddie laughs, pulling me to his side and leads me down the stairs. 

It looked like a bomb went off in the kitchen. Flour everywhere. Batter splattered along the counters and part of the backsplash. Dishes scattered about, some broken pieces being swept up by Dustin. Steve is in the center of it. A burning smell fills my nostrils. My legs buckle, nearly collapsing. If Eddie wasn’t holding me up, I probably would have. Robin is the first to see us. She gives a small, awkward smile. She brings a mug to her lips, sipping what looked like a fresh brew. My eyes drift back to Steve. A deep exhale alerts the two boys of my presence. 

“Harrington, what the hell did you do to my kitchen?” I bite back as much anger as I could. My eyes continuing to scan the mess.

“It’s called breakfast. And…” he pauses, his attention now towards me and not whatever is burning. “Just a few more minutes and maybe I’ll let you have some.” He shoots a wink. Eddie isn’t a fan of that. He pulls me tighter to his side. 

But even the force of Eddie can’t stop me from entering the war zone. I step over the broken dishes Dustin is still cleaning up. I peer over Steve’s shoulder. It smells worse over here. 

“Out.” I breath against his neck. 

He’s stunned, shivering. I push his shoulder, taking the spatula and pushing him towards Eddie. 

“Out. Out of my kitchen, the lot of yuh.” I raise my voice. 

Dustin throws the broken dishes away and makes his way out of the carnage. Robin lifts her mug off the counter and heads for the living room. Steve is still stunned, confused. A deep blush still painting his cheeks. Eddie smiles, not moving. I give him a look, raised brow and pursed lips. I watch the color fade from his face, the smirk falls. He follows behind Steve. I turn to the kitchen. I want to scream, but instead I take a deep breath and begin cleaning and cooking an edible breakfast. I don’t even recognize what’s in half the pans I throw in the sink. 

After about 30 minutes the room is no longer a war zone. The smell of syrup and bacon fill the house. The four enter the kitchen quietly. I hear their footsteps and chairs being moved around the table. I feel hands wrap around my waist. Eddie’s lips find my neck, kissing it softly as I flip over a pancake. 

“Smells good, Princess.” Eddie’s hips move closer to mine. I allow my head to fall a little more to the side, giving him better access. 

“Dude,” Dustin squirms. “Don’t kill my appetite.” He rolls his eyes. Eddie and I snicker. I peck his lips and usher for him to take a seat. 

The table is filled with a platter of bacon, pancakes, a bowl of eggs and some toast with jams and butter. With the table set, everyone digs in. I start cleaning up the dishes while they enjoy their non-burnt breakfast. 

“Baby, come eat. Harrington can clean up later.” Eddie shoots a side smirk to Steve, who’s mouth is stuffed full of pancake. 

He swallows, “Yeah, Eddie and I can do that.” He shoots back his own smirk, along with a death glare. 

I round the table, topping off Robin’s coffee. I kiss Eddie’s cheek, feeling a little stumble starting to grow on his face. “I’m almost done.” 

I move around the table, filling up Dustin’s glass with orange juice. My hand falls on Steve’s chair. I lean close to his face, “And you are never allowed in my kitchen again.” I smile through my warning. I hear him gulp. I let out a little laugh as I finish the dishes. 

Just as I take my seat and start on my plate, there is a knock at the door. I peer around the table. Dustin shrugs his shoulders. He stands first. I follow, gesturing for him to sit back down. I head to the front door, and peep through the hole. It’s a man. He looks familiar, but I can’t quite place where I’ve seen him. I unlock and pry open the wooded door. He’s tall, slender with a small belly. His grey suit is a little wrinkled, probably from the drive. He adjusts his glasses as his eyes fall along my body. I wrap my arms around my torso, feeling self conscious. 

“Can I help you?” I ask, trying to hide the insecurity. 

His bright blue eyes find mine. He clears his throat and steps forward a little. 

“Forgive me, I thought I saw a ghost for a moment. You look just like Lottie.” My mother’s nickname falls from his lips so softly, as if he’s afraid say it will conjure her up. 

I use to believe that. I would try so many nights after she died. I shake the memory. My focus returning to the stranger. 

“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” I ask, a little unsure of myself. 

“My apologizes, Y/N. Last time we met, you were pretty distracted. Which is understandable, considering…” he trails a little. His hands fidget with one another. I raise a brow, waiting for him to continue. He clears his throat again. “I’m Charlie Dunbar. I was your parents lawyer. Well, I guess I still am.” He ponders that stipulation for a moment. I shift on my feet, finding the ground interesting until his voice booms another apology. “I hate to bother you on a Saturday, but I was driving through and I have some paperwork for you to sign, now that you’re 18.” He grabs the brief case from the ground. “Happy Birthday, by the way,” He offers a kind smile. 

I return an awkward one, ushering him inside. “We were eating. You can help yourself.” I lead him into the kitchen. The others wait to see who I’ve invited in. “We can go over the papers while you eat. My daddy said it’s the best place to conduct business.” I give a sly side smile. Mr. Dunbar gives a knowing look. 

“Yes, he did. I remember that fondly.” He gives a mournful smile. 

He takes a seat in between Steve and Dustin. 

“These are my friends, Robin and Steve.” I point to each, they offer a small wave. Food still stuffed in their faces. “My cousin, Dustin,” Dustin studies Mr. Dunbar, closely. “And my…” I pause, smiling, grabbing the chain still around my neck. “My boyfriend, Eddie,” Eddie turns 50 shades of red, but smiles and gives a wave. 

Mr. Dunbar gives a polite smile and wave to each. His piercing gaze finds mine once again. 

“I’m happy to see you’re adjusting.” His voice is soft. I nod, filling a plate for him and offering it to him. 

As he takes the first bite, he pops open his brief case from the floor. 

“Now,” he starts, swallowing, “That’s your mother’s cooking right there.” He smiles, clearing his throat and pulling out several documents. I take my own bite, chewing and listening. 

“Now that you are 18, according to your parents last will and testimony, you are entitled to your inheritance.” He takes another bite of bacon, sifting through papers. My chews become slower. 

“Alright, let’s see.” Mr. Dunbar swallows another bite, finding the paper he needs. “Here we are.” He mutters to himself. He hands me a three page document. 

“We’ll start with property. Your parents had three total; The trailer, the house in Connecticut, and the one on Peach Tree Road.” I pause my reading, peering up at him. 

“No,” I argue. “My daddy sold that property.” I quirk a brow. Mr. Dunbar, swallows around bite, shaking his head. 

“He tried to. Had a friend of ours put it up, but he couldn’t go through with any of the sales.” His voice drops. “He loved that house. Built it with your Mama.” He sighs, sipping some water next to him. My eyes fall around the table. I feel Eddie reach for my hand under the table. I take it. 

“All the properties are paid off. They are also being taken care of. Cleaners come by every two weeks, that’s also paid for.” He instructs, making sure I understand that I’m not acquiring debt. 

“I just need you to sign at the bottom, and then those deeds will be in your name.” Mr. Dunbar hands me a pen. I drop Eddie’s hand, taking it. 

I finish reading and sign the papers. I hand them back to Mr. Dunbar. 

“Excellent! Now the car is already in your name and fully paid off, so no need to worry about that.” He says, mostly to himself. He takes another bite, shifting through more papers. Apologizing for the delay, “It’s mixed in with the will.” He says in a dry tone, focused on the task at hand. 

“Here we are.” He announces to the room, pulling another three page document. Mr. Dunbar suddenly becomes aware of who’s in the room. He swallows, handing me the papers. “Now, the top page outlines the basics of where the money comes from, and the rest is just adding detail.” He nearly whispers. My eyes find his. They are shifting around the table. I follow his eyes. He clears his throat. 

“It’s fine. They’re nosy and will find out at some point, especially that one.” I point to Dustin, lightening the mood. 

“Hey!” Dustin sounds offended, but he knows it’s true. 

Mr. Dunbar exhales a chuckle. His focus returns to me. 

“Basically, without divulging numbers,” he mutters, his eyes shift to Dustin. Dustin shrugs his shoulders, offended again. “You have the two life insurance policies, the settlement from both court cases, and whatever they had in their bank accounts.” I open the first page. The number doesn’t seem right—or real. I raise a brow, folding the paper so Robin and Eddie can’t read it. 

“Yes, it’s a real number.” Mr. Dunbar reads my shocked expression. “Just sign on the last page and then take this to your bank or cash it or whatever you see fit.” He hands me an envelope. I pop it open and see a check. That number written in two different ways. It still doesn’t seem real. 

I read through the papers, sign and tuck the envelope in my lap. Robin and Eddie’s finger tips touch mine. The two look at each other, pulling away, blushing. I roll my eyes. 

Mr. Dunbar takes his final bite, wiping his mouth. “That’s it, if you want to sell any of those properties give me a call. I have a friend who can help.” He hands me his card. I tuck it under the envelope. 

“Thank you, Mr. Dunbar.”

He gathers his papers, filing them away in his suit case. He stands, I join him. I follow him to the door. 

“I wish I didn’t have to do this. Your parents were dear friends.” He sighs, swallowing his tearful confession. “Please let me know if there is anything I can ever do for you.” He offers his hand to me. I take it. “Steady, like your father’s.” He smiles and leaves. I grasp the envelope tighter, making my way back to the kitchen. 

My eyes find the four cleaning up the dishes, acting as if they weren’t listening to mine and Mr. Dunbar’s conversation. I roll my eyes, placing the envelope on the counter. I help them clean. 

“You should eat.” Eddie wraps his arms around my hips, leading me to my seat. I fight him.

“I’m not hungry.” I mutter, pushing out of his grasp and turning to the sink, helping Robin wash the syrup off the plates. 

The door opens a few minutes later. Claudia’s tired voice rings out. 

“Good morning kids.” She rounds the corner to the kitchen and sees the slue of teens cleaning up. “Oh, at least you all were responsible.” She gives a warm smile. Steve, Robin and Eddie nod, awkwardly smiling back. 

Claudia steps over to me, placing a kiss on my cheek. “Happy birthday,” She whispers in my ear. I mouth another thank you, focused on the sticky substance. Claudia goes to the counter, setting down her purse. She sees the card, she sees the envelope. Her eyes burn into the back of my head. I spin around, noticing what’s in her hand. She mumbles something I can barely make it out. I think it was, “I told him to wait.” But I can’t be sure. 

“Y/N,” she starts, but I know where it’s going. I dry my hands and head towards the living room. She follows. “Did someone stop by?” She asks, already knowing the answer. 

I sigh, sitting on the couch. “Can we not do this right now?” I beg, not wanting to deal with any of it. 

She takes a deep breath, joining me on the sofa. She places her hands in her lap. The envelope and card wrapped in her manicured nails. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I wanted to be there when this happened.” She admits softly. Her eyes focused on her hands. 

“It’s fine.” I mumble. 

“It’s not. I don’t care what anyone says. You’re 18 and you shouldn’t be dealing with this alone.” Her voice grows a little louder, a little more angry. 

I know she isn’t angry with me. She’s mad at the situation. I stay silent. I feel her eyes on me again. She scans my body. 

“Is that Dustin’s shirt?” She asks quietly. 

My eyes widen. Fuck. One of her hands reaches out to grasp the chain around my neck. She studies the ring. I slowly lift my gaze to hers. Her brown eyes are wide. I swallow, trying to figure out what to say. She beats me to it. 

Claudia rolls her head towards the kitchen. The group of four disburse quickly, acting innocent and not like they were just listening. She smirks, noticing Dustin’s Dungeon Master is still keeping an eye on me. She clicks her tongue rolling her head back towards me. She gives a knowing smile. 

“So, Dustin isn’t the only one hanging out with the Munson boy.” She licks her lips, hanging on the word boy for a few beats. 

I stay silent. I know she’s teasing. I know she rather lighten the mood. 

“Hey,” she tilts my chin back to hers. “I’m happy for you. I know your father would have a different opinion,” she chuckles softly, tears filling her eyes. “But he would be happy to see you happy.” She admits, a tear falling down her cheek. 

I look behind her, towards Eddie. He spins around, making himself look busy. 

“You should get some rest.” I help her up, taking the envelope. Claudia says her goodbyes and heads to her room. 

I fiddle with the envelope. My mind races. Eddie’s voice breaks my trance. 

“You okay, Princess?” He cups my cheek. I lean into his touch. I nod, lying. He can tell. “Wanna get out of here?” He asks softly into my ear, kissing the lobe. 

I cock my head to the side, staring up at him. I nod my head. I pull away, racing up the stairs. I drop the envelope on my way up. Dustin is the one to grab it. 

“We shouldn’t.” Steve says. 

Eddie, Robin and Dustin give him a confused face, before focusing on the check inside. 

“How many zeros is that?” Robin asks. Her mouth watering at the amount. 

“It’s not a real number!” I call to them, scaring them as I reemerge from upstairs. 

I grab the check and toss it into the duffle bag. 

“When I said get out of here, I meant more like going to my trailer for a little bit, baby.” Eddie gives a confused smirk. 

I shake my head. “I’ll be back in a few days. I’ll see you at school okay?” I kiss Eddie’s cheek. “If your mom asks, I’m at Robin’s” I tell Dustin, ruffling his hair. 

“Whoa, wait Princess! Where are you going?” Eddie grabs my arm, stopping me before I can get out the door.

“Rev the engine, baby. I got another surprise for you.” Eddie growls lowly. The vibration causes my cunt to drip and my breath to hitch. 

I lift off Eddie and make my way to the door. The bell rings as I race to the van. Just as I reach the driver side, I stop. I get a devilish idea. I make my way to the back of the van, pulling the doors open, and climbing in the back. Blankets still lining the back seat, covering the rough itchy carpet I complained about last time Eddie took me in the van. I had a rug burn on my ass for two weeks. I adjust my body, lifting my dress up just enough to expose my needy core. 

No panties, that’s my surprise for Eddie. 

I take two fingers, wetting them with my tongue. I lower them slowly down my body and gently rub my clit. Starting off with soft circles, working my way to a faster pace. I find a steady rhythm. Eddie’s keys are still in my hand—the hand working my aching cunt. The cool metal reminds me of his rings. It sends a chill through my body. I shiver, needing more. I dip my middle finger down into my leaking hole. My thumb sliding swiftly back and forth over my swollen clit. 

I buck into my own hand—adding another finger. After having Eddie do it so many times, my own hand seems inferior. With my free hand, I pull down the top of my dress. I cup my exposed breast, roughly—the way Eddie does it. My head falls back onto the consul. My eyes flutter shut and high pitched moans escape as the pleasure takes over. I hear the back of the van creak open. As much as I don’t want to move, I force my eyes to open. Eddie’s eyes are wide. His tongue is licking his bottom lip slowly. I release a breathy chuckle—slowing my movements. 

“Revved enough for you, big boy?” I move my hand a little faster allowing the keys to jingle as I move. A breathless moan and a slip of his name fall from my lips. 

I hear Eddie climb into the van, exhaling loudly as he moves in between my legs. I watch his eyes fall on my hands. He’s intently watching my fingers move in and out of my cunt. My thumb sliding over my sensitive bud. I can’t help but buck and beg for more. Whimpers and whines escape my throat. Eddie’s eyes glide up, meeting mine. His lips curl into a sinister smile. His doe eyes are dark and lust filled. I swallow a moan. My fingers continuing to pleasure me as he watches. The coil in my stomach is close to snapping. I feel an intense pain build up. 

“Ooo, Eddie!” I cry. My voice two octaves higher than normal. I’m close. Eddie only chuckles. 

He lowers his face towards my cunt. 

“Keep going, Princess. I want you to cum all over my face.” His voice vibrates against my dripping core. 

His tongue lulls out, licking over my fingers and tasting my cunt. He draws lazy circles over my thumb, occasionally lapping over my clit. I buck, begging for him to devour me. His big brown eyes find mine. I can only gasp or pant, trying hard to release. Eddie removes my fingers slowly—licking the juice off before diving into my needy cunt. His tongue is still cold from the shake. His fingers grasp my thighs, surely leaving bruises. His nose nudges against my clit, giving it ample friction. 

I grind into him, begging for more. Eddie acts as if he’s starved. His tongue dipping into my hole before sliding up my folds and to my clit—fiercely swiping over the bud. Eddie picks up speed and it’s almost too much to bare. I squirm, trying to move, but he holds me down. His eyes dart up to mine. He growls, swiping over my clit one last time before the dam burst. 

My head lulls back, my lower half shakes. Eddie laps up my orgasm, sucking on the sensitive bud hoping for more cum to spill out. It does. I am breathless as he finishes with a long strip from clit to slit. My body convulses. My breathing is labored. Eddie’s face hovers over mine. I feel his body wedge between my sensitive, dead legs. His jeans grinding softly against my bare cunt. I moan and grumble complaints of sensitivity. His lips and chin are glossy from my release. My cheeks burn, blushing brightly as he places a soft kiss against my parted, panting lips. 

“How’s that for licking your wounds, Princess.” He teases, eluting to my comment a few nights ago. 

I roll my eyes, stifling a giggle. My hand weakly slaps his arm. He laughs loudly, trying to feign injury. I release a breathless laugh alongside his. Eddie pulls me into his arms, wrapping them tightly around my waist. I sigh, content of this feeling. Of being in Eddie’s arms, my safe place—my favorite place. He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. 

“I love you.” His hot breath tickles against my skin. I giggle, guiding his face up to meet mine. A lazy smile and dopy eyes greet me. 

“I love you too.” I kiss his nose. He scrunches it. His lips find mine and bring me into another breathless kiss. 

“We gotta go. Your other surprise is waiting.” He releases my lips, climbing up and helping me redress. 

I cock my head to the side, eyeing him curiously. 

“What else do you have planned Munson?” I ask, hesitantly. 

He scoffs, adjusting my top. His fingers curl around the fabric, outlining my bodice. His ring coated hand snakes up my collar bone and rests around my neck. His face mere inches from my own. We flutter our eyes shut. I can hear his ragged breath chuckle. I can see his twisted grin without opening my eyes. 

“Patients, Princess,” He coos. 

We pull into my driveway. I turn to Eddie, giving a confused expression. The house is dark. Dustin must be out, I guess. Eddie only gives a wide smile, leaving his seat and opening my side per usual. Eddie wraps his arm around my shoulder as we walk towards the front door. I can feel the ring hit against my cleavage. It’s comforting. I clutch the cool metal and hold it, twirling it around my fingers lazily. Eddie must of noticed. We reach the front door. He pulls me to face him. Our faces inches apart. His exhales fan my face. My eyes flutter at him. He chuckles, kissing my forehead. 

“Don’t be nervous, Princess.” He soothes. 

Before I can respond. The front door glides open. Eddie stands behind me, pushing me towards the door. His arms wrap around my waist, securing me and my nerves. Lights flicker on and several people pop out. Dustin is in the forefront. I cup my mouth with one hand, grasping Eddie’s ring tighter with the other. I will surely have an ‘E’ etches into my palm by the end of the night. Music begins to play. Eddie lays his head in the crook of my neck. 

“Surprise, Princess.” He whispers, kissing my heated skin. 

“Still don’t wanna see that.” Dustin sighs, but smiles as he walks us into the party. 

The downstairs is decorated with care. Robin and Nancy must have helped. I recognize some faces, but there are a few I don’t. Dustin pulls me from Eddie’s chest, introducing me to everyone. Eddie follows behind. His hand finds mine and holds it tightly. After introductions, Eddie and I grab a drink and find people to talk to. We find Robin, Steve, Nancy and Jonathan. 

“You look amazing.” Robin coos, taking my hand and twirling me around. 

I laugh, trying not to trip in these heels. 

“But this,” Nancy points her finger, circling it around the ring hanging from the chain, “is new.” 

I blush, taking the heavy metal between my fingers. My nimble fingers outlining the designs on the side, before smoothing over the ‘E’ etched into the middle. I peer behind me at Eddie, who refuses to let go of my hips now that Dustin is distracted by his friends. I bite my lip. My eyes flicker between his doe eyes and his plump lips. I tiptoe up, just enough to ghost over his lips. 

“A gift from my boyfriend,” My tongue licks his lips as the words fall, almost seductivly, out of my mouth and into his parted plush lips. 

Eddie releases a deep chuckle, which vibrates my body. I am craving him now more than ever. I can feel cum leaking down my legs. I’m surly even more of a mess than when I arrived. I half excepted Eddie to excuse us and take me up stairs, but no, instead,

“Only the best for my girl,” The words releasing on an exhale. 

He sounds breathless. So low, I think only I can hear him. That is until Robin and Nancy both giggle, shrieking slightly. Steve and Jonathan cross their arms, seeming insecure—jealous even. Eddie’s lips fall onto my neck, leaving light kisses along the column. I purr quietly. My ass falls harder against his crotch. A guttural growl vibrates in his chest. His lips find my ear, nipping the lobe before breathing a warning in my ear.

“Behave.” 

I pull away, enough to see his dark eyes. I mouth,

‘Never.’ 

We stay together most of the night. For a few hours, Eddie goes off with the kids and talks DnD. I stay and chat with Steve, Nancy, Robin and Jonathan. It’s an amazing night, until…

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday day to you, happy birthday day dear Y/N.” 

I hate the song. I hate the tradition. Embarrassment creeps on my face. Eddie holds me against his chest, leaning me forward to blow out the candle. His lips find my ear again, 

“Can do that to me later, y’know.” He licks the lobe as Nancy takes the cake to the kitchen to cut it. 

“Now who needs to behave.” I giggle quietly. 

I follow Nancy to the kitchen to help with the cake, even though her and Robin protest that the birthday girl does not do any work on her day. I peer over my shoulder, Eddie is just in ear shot of the comment. I smirk, giving a wink. He gives a fake pout before that goofy grin beams back across his cheeks. I can’t help but giggle. I blow him a kiss. He catches it, bringing his fist to his lips softly. 

“First slice, birthday girl.” Nancy coos, sliding a piece of chocolate cake with lots of whipped pink buttercream icing. 

It’s good, very sweet. I can tell it’s from the bakery Dustin and I went to as kids. We’d each get a treat from there after dinner. It was simpler times, happier times. 

“Hey,” speak of the devil. 

“Hey!” I cheer with a mouth full of frosting. “Great choice and great party.” I smile, swallowing my bite. 

“You deserve it.” Dustin smiles back, but it falters a little. 

I give a queer expression. I watch his eyes fall to my exposed arm. I never covered it. I didn’t think about it. The walls have fallen and the secrets are flooding. 

“You covered it.” He whispered. 

I take a step back. Dustin shouldn’t know that this was a cover up. Dustin shouldn’t…

“What?” I breath, scared almost. 

He straightens his back, grabbing my arm and smoothing over the ink. I freeze, unable to move. His fingers find the scar quickly. How did he…

“The walls are thin, Y/N.” He mumbles. 

So Dustin knows the truth, the whole truth. He heard the walls talking about the ugly truth his mom and I tried so desperately to hide. I cast my eyes down, embarrassment flooding my face. The pinky hues illuminate in the dim lighting from the kitchen. Dustin drops my arm and pulls me into a hug. 

“Happy birthday, I’m glad you’re here.” He whispers in my ear. 

I can’t help but freeze again, pulling him tighter. 

“Thanks, Dusty.” I smile, breathing against his cheek. 

He lightly nudges me off. An annoyed frown paints his blushed face. 

“Don’t call me that.” He mutters, grabbing some cake and racing back to his friends. 

I bite my thumb and watch him interact with everyone, including my metal head. Eddie’s gaze moves swiftly to me, winking briefly before returning to his nerdy conversation. 

The rest of the night was chill. Eddie, Steve, Robin, Jonathan and I went out back for some ‘air.’ Weed. We danced poorly. We laughed at horrible jokes. It was a freeze it, put it in a bottle and save it kind of moment. Nancy drove the kids, minus Dustin, and Jonathan home. Steve and Robin passed out on the couch about 30 minutes ago. Dustin drags his body up the stairs, mumbling goodnight. 

Eddie pulls me closer to his chest, nibbling the column of my neck. Shivers race down my spine. I twirl around, facing him. My dress rising a little, exposing my thighs even more. His fingers glide up the black tight fabric. His nails dig into the sheer material, ripping it softly as he massages the supple skin underneath. I moan into his mouth. Our lips meld, tongues battling for dominance. We fall up the stairs as we head to my bedroom. Eddie kicks the door open. Our bodies spinning as we find the bed, falling not so gracefully onto the sheets. My head lulls back as his tongue leaves my lips and licks down my neck, tracing down my collar bone. He nips at my heated skin, leaving love bites in his wake. Soft moans and little whimpers escape. Eddie’s fingers glide up my body, pulling the fabric in every direction. 

Eventually he finds his way and pulls the dress down my body, exposing me fully. My cunt is dripping. My upper thighs look glossy. My cunt swollen and needy. It pulses as his fingers traces over the curves of my breasts. He takes one nipple in between his lips, slowly circling the bud. His tongue flicks over it. A moan escapes, my hips buck involuntarily. Eddie’s teasing me, slower than usual. 

He kisses across my sternum and to the other breast. His lips mimicking what he did with the other. Whines and whimpers fall. His name breathlessly leaves my throat. It sounds ghostly. He moans and he moves his head further down my body. He kisses down my hips, licking the butterfly tattoo and outer edge of my pussy. He moans after tasting some of the slick. Eddie nips at my thighs. His lips fall down to my knee before kissing every inch of skin on the way up to my needy cunt. 

His eye find mine, staring, watching him work. A smirk spreads across his cheeks. His tongue lazily falls out, licking a thick strip from my slit to my clit. I shutter, head falling back against the sheet. His tongue dips in my core, licking the juices so slowly. It feels ghostly. I grip the sheets as he speeds up. I squirm, bucking begging for more. His hands hold my hips, pushing them further onto his face. The tip of his tongue circles my clit, flicking it. Another mimic of what he was doing to my nipples. My hands shoot up, gripping his hair. 

“Eddie!” I moan. 

He mouth devours me. His tongue swiping over my tongue quickly. Just as I feel I’m about to cum, he dips down to my slit and licks the slick that’s escaped. I beg him, plead for my release. He chuckles, the vibration sends a shockwaves through my folds. 

“Eddie, please! Wanna cum!” 

Eddie lifts his head, smirking at me. His face glossy and coated in my slick. I breathe, heavily. Watching, waiting. 

“Oh God!” I cry. Moans following my scream. 

Not one, not two, but three fingers dive into my cunt. His tongue falls back out, returning to my clit. He is merciless. He buries his face into my cunt. I feel him struggle for breath as my orgasm nears. Curses and moans fall from my mouth, not caring how loud I am. Not caring who hears. I feel the knot in my stomach snap. My release coats Eddie’s face. He laps every bit up. I shiver, squirm, begging for his cock. 

“Anything for the birthday girl,” He laughs, as he climbs up my body. 

He rips his shirt off. The buttons fly everywhere. Another gush of cum falls from my cunt. He wiggles his jeans off and the fall to the floor, along with his boxers. Eddie kisses me fiercely. One hand holds the pulse of my neck, the other lines his cock up with my cunt. He breaks the kiss as he pushes into me. I feel every inch of him go in. My mouth falls into an ‘O’ shape. No sound releases. His tip hits my cervix, and he wastes no time. His thrust as powerful, deep. 

Eddie’s hands find mine, grasping them. It’s the most intimate we’ve been since our first time together. I am cock drunk, blissed out. Eddie pushes me closer, allowing his cock to sink deeper into me. Our pants, curses and names fill the air around us. Eddie finds a spot and hits it over and over until my moans are so high pitch, they are barely audible. The coil in my stomach is ready to snap. Eddie’s hips sputter and falter. He’s close. Our eyes meet. We breath each others air. I kiss his lips and we come undone. We break out kiss, as we ride out our highs. His hips stop. Cock still sheathed inside me. We smile stupidly at one another. His hands release mine, soothing over my cheeks and tangling his fingers in my hair. Eddie kisses my forehead. His falls against mine. 

“I love you, princess.” 

“I’m already stripped of my new nickname, how shall I live.” Dustin feigns hurt. 

“I’m hanging up, Henderson.” Eddie’s lips tighten, annoyed by the conversation. 

“Wait, wait. I need to talk to you about Friday.” Dustin urges, begs almost. 

Eddie pauses his movements. He allows the boy to speak. 

“So, we need you to distract Y/N for a few hours while we set up. Take her out or whatever. Just have her back by seven.” Dustin instructs. 

Eddie agrees to the plan. Dustin adds one last thing before he hangs up. 

“White roses are her favorite flower by the way. Just so you know.” The other line goes dead. A soft hum rings through Eddie’s ear. 

He raises a brow, pursing his lips at the slight knowledge Dustin just gave him. Guess he’s coming around to the idea of Y/N and I together, Eddie thinks to himself. He refocuses and dials her private line. 

The phone rings just as I crawl into bed. 

“Hello.” My voice is a little sore, my cunt feels worse. 

“Hey princess, how you feeling?” His velvet voice coos on the other end. I can’t help the smile that grows on my face. 

“I’m fine. Sore, but I’ll live.” I chuckle, wincing as I place an ice pack between my legs, soothing the burn and ache. 

“I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to be so rough with ya. I’ll take it easy next time.” Sorrow fills his voice. 

My dart towards the receiver, as if he can see my death glare, “Don’t you dare.” I warn, a seductive lick to my voice. I barely recognize the sound. 

I hear Eddie choke on his breath. I decided to taunt him a little more. 

“You can lick my wounds later, dungeon master.” 

The phone crackles, it sounds like he dropped it. A giggle escapes my lips. Eddie’s breath is heavy on the other end. He clears his throat, chuckling along with me. 

“Ha, ha, maybe I will princess. How’s Friday sound?” Eddie’s smooth demeanor is back. That witty charm noticeable, even through the phone. 

I bite my lip, stifling more giggles. 

“Friday works. Our usual plans?” I pry, twirling the phone cord around my finger. 

“I have something a little more…special in mind.” He teases. Another surprise— great. 

I shake my head, releasing some of the stifled giggles. “Okay. Should I expect another trip into the murderous woods or are we going somewhere a little tamer.” I query. A nervousness takes over my voice. 

Eddie’s chuckle sounds deeper than usual. I can almost see his blush as his voice cracks over the line again. 

“Just wear something pretty and be ready by 5:30, alright.” He soothes my worry. He always can. 

“Yeah, sure,” I wince as I shift the ice. A harsh swallow comes over the line. I smile softly, “Make it up to me Friday, lover boy.” I tease, trying to ease his guilt. 

Eddie releases a soft laugh, but I can tell he still feels bad about going too rough. We talk for a while, trying to distract his mind. 

The next few days roll by. Eddie and I for once aren’t together. He takes some time to work on his music. I take some time to hang out with my girls. 

“You okay? You’re walking a little…funny.” Robin nudges my shoulder as we walk through the mall. 

I shoot her a warning look. Nancy and her only giggle. I roll my eyes, trying to walk as normal as possible. 

“So, I take it Hellfire was a little…rough for you.” Nancy licks her lips, knowingly. I blush harder. 

“Let’s drop it okay.” I mumble. They giggle giving up their relentless teasing. 

“I’m surprised you agreed to come shopping with us.” Nancy breaks her giggle fit. “I thought for sure you’d be with him.” 

“Yeah, attached at the hip.” Robin said with a pop. 

I roll my eyes, walking backwards to face them. “We are not. We are just…friends. We like to hang out and watch movies and talk. Nothing wrong with that.” I argue, the blush darkening as we continue to walk through the endless halls. 

“Come on!” Robin groans. “You can’t possibly still believe you all are just friends. Not after that date!” She yells a little louder, gathering the attention of some of the people around us. 

I swallow heavily. “Robin, inside voice.” I whisper. “And we haven’t labeled it. So until we do, yes, we are just friends.” 

“Friends with benefits,” Robin mumbles to Nancy. I shoot her a hard glare, alerting her that I did hear her. 

“Is there something wrong with that?” I bite a little. “I’m young. I’m entitled to some fun.” I swallow the words. They hurt as they spill out. 

Of course I want more, but Eddie seems happy with how things are. I’m not going to push him for a title. Besides we still have goals of our own after graduation. He’s got his band. His campaign. I have…well college, I suppose. I hadn’t really thought of my future. My mind always seems to be in the past. My pastors words ring in my ears, our eyes should never be forward, or backward. They should always be up. God is the only being to know where we are to go. We look to him for guidance in our times of need and in times of want. 

“Amen.” I murmure. 

“Y/N, whatever makes you happy. We’re happy for you. We support you. But…” Nancy starts, Robins finishes.

“We can tell you want more. We think he does too.” Robin smiles wide. 

I shake my head. 

“I’ve learned to not be hopeful. I’ve learned to live today.” Another famous quote from my daddy. Live today as if it were your last. Don’t worry about tomorrow, because it may never come. Kind of dark when I think about it, but it’s words I’ve always tried to live by, especially recently. 

They give me a sad look. I decide to cheer them up, with some hope. Only for them, not for me. I sigh, 

“But…if it helps. He is taking me out on another date tomorrow night.” I give a small smile. The blush returning full force. 

They smile wide, squealing. Each one grabs an arm. I feel so small between the two of them. 

“Where to this time?” Nancy pries. The journalist creeping out. 

I giggle, “Unsure. He just said it was something special,” I use quotations the best I can with their arms death gripping mine, “and to wear something pretty.” I glance at both of them. Their smiles growing wider. 

“So, what pretty thing are you wearing?” Robin squeezes my arm a little. 

I shrug my shoulders. “I think just a skirt and a band tee, like usual.” It’s my go to. Simple, but effective. 

The two girls laugh, shaking their heads. “We can do better than that.” Nancy says.

The two pull me past several shop windows. Their eyes dart quickly from display to display, until they stop. Landing on a more high end store. In the display window is a gorgeous little black dress. Before I have any time to study the design I am being pulled into the store. Nancy searches for the display dress. She goes so far as to ask an employee where it is. 

They find one—in my size. Robin thrusts the dress to my chest. Nancy tosses me a pair of pantie hoes and black heels. They push me into a dressing room and demand I try it on. I do as I’m told. I strip off my sweater and jeans. My tits bounce as I remove my top. I stare at my reflection for a few moments. I wrap my arms around my stomach. My eyes scan my body, noticing marks left by Eddie. My cheeks darken at the sight. My cunt aches from the need to feel him again. Robin’s impatience breaks my trance. I slide the thin black fabric over my sore, but muscular legs. The fat of my thigh squeezing as I hoist the tights over my white thong. I slip on the dress. The fabric hugs every curve. 

I feel so exposed, despite the coverage. I slide the shoes on like cinderella in the fairy tales—a perfect fit. I study my reflection again. The sweetheart neckline threatens to expose my boobs—despite their average size. The sleeves—if you can even call them that—are off the shoulder, in line with my breasts. The skirt is askew, showing off my thick thighs. Something I know Eddie loves. I can practically feeling his hands rising up the slit. I notice my tattoo. I would have to hide that. 

“Y/N?” Nancy calls. Robin pulls back the curtain slightly. They gasp at the sight. 

I hide my arm behind my back. 

“Whoa!” They breathe. 

“You look hot.” Robin pants. Nancy nods in agreement. 

I turn my head staring at my reflection again. I feel hot. I feel exposed. I feel…way too dressy. 

“Guys, this is…” I look away, licking my lips. My eyes fall on their faces—their confused dazed faces. “This is gorgeous, but so over dressy for where we are probably going. Like, this is something you wear to a wedding or a fancy party.” I bite my lip. My arm swinging forward, into their view. 

“Since when do you have a tattoo?” Nancy asks. I turn red, naturally coloring my cheeks. 

I shake my head. “That’s not the point Nance,” I sigh, sliding to the floor. Careful not to rip any of the fabric. 

They come in, shutting the curtain behind them. They sit beside me. Robin places a hand on my knee. 

“You look stunning and it doesn’t matter where he takes you. I think you should get this. Besides,” she bites her lip, staring at the floor. “You only turn 18 once and it is defiantly a call for a fancy dress.” She pokes my side, tickling me. 

I giggle pushing away from her and fall into Nancy. I look at her and smile. She returns the gesture. But I notice her eyes slip to my arm again. I bring it up and out. Displaying the art piece. 

“I got it over the summer.” I whisper. 

They ogle at it. I feel ashamed, bashful. 

“ ’s pretty. I’m sure Eddie went nuts when he saw it.” Robin giggles. I join her. I lay my head on her shoulder, staring at the ink dancing across my arm. 

“He was drooling over it.” I coo. 

We all laugh lightly. My eyes fall onto the mirror again. The naked feeling still very much there. The feeling of being a priceless object, too fragile to touch starts to sink in. But…

“I’ll be the mother fuckin’ Queen tomorrow night.” I breathe. 

Tomorrow comes much quicker than expected. 5:30, and there is a knock on the door. Right on time. I smooth my dress over my curves. I adjust my light, loose curls. I add the final touch of a dark red lip to make everything pop. The final piece is the gold watch my mama gave me. I smile down at it. Time to be the mother fuckin’ Queen. I think to myself. 

I take a breath as I reach the door. My hand shaking as I pull it open. Eddie is staring at the ground as the door opens. I watch his eyes scan up my body. His eyes linger on my thighs for a few extra moments. Called it. His beautiful doe eyes are blown wide when they finally meet mine. My lips curve into the best innocent smile I can conjure. I bite my tongue, stifling a giggle as his eyes go for a second scan. His eyes devouring me piece by piece. I cannot bare the silence any longer. 

“Is it to your satisfaction, dungeon master?” I finally pry, with a teasing tone. My tongue licks my bottom lip, before sucking in the ruby red skin. 

Eddie chokes on his breath, unable to form words. He can only nod. A shallow pant releases alongside his movements.

“You’re beautiful, princess.” Eddie’s voice cracks. The compliment tumbles out of his plush lips so quietly. 

“You clean up nicely too.” I point, noting his black button up and dark jeans with no holes. I giggle, unable to contain my joy. My eyes flutter shut for a moment. A bouquet of white roses appear when I open my eyes. My laughter seizes. I choke on an inhale. My eyes widen in surprise. 

“Eddie, Wow! This is…these are sweet. Thank you.” I smile softly at the metal head. His cheeks turn pinker by the second. 

I take the flowers, bringing them to my nose. The floral scent blinds me for a few moments. My eyes flutter open. Eddies are still wide, watching every move I make. I take his hand, pulling him into the house. 

“Let me just put these in water—oh…” I turn, nearly bumping into Dustin. 

“I’ll do that. Enjoy your…whatever.” Dustin takes the flowers gently and pushes me back towards Eddie. 

I fall against Eddie’s chest softly. His ringed fingers wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. I can already feel the erection. I smirk. My eyes glance up at him. He gives a toothy grin. 

“Your chariot awaits, m’lady.” Eddie spins me out, taking my hand and places a chaste kiss on my knuckles. I giggle at the gesture. 

He leads me to his van. Per usual, he opens my door and assists me up in the seat. I’m especially grateful tonight, considering the fabric. I feel I’ll expose myself any moment. A fragile doll dressed up for display. I smooth the fabric once I settle into the plush seat. I look over as he climbs in. The engine roars to life. Metallica blares through his speakers. We jam as we drive to our mystery location. The road looks familiar and isn’t far from where I live. We pull into a familiar lot. The laugh escapes my lips before I even have a chance to process. 

“What?” Eddie laughs, as he kills the engine. 

I can only continue to laugh. Words are lost. I try to find some, but I pull Eddie by his collar into a heated kiss. Our lips meld together, harshly, then softly. I inhale his oxygen as we pull apart. Our lips still grazing one another’s. Breathless giggles erupt and fall onto his swollen lips. He inhales them. Our sight remains hidden as we gather air. 

There is a stillness around us, comfortable, familiar. I can feel his smile against my own. Feather like kisses fall along my cheeks. A happy hum escapes, stifling the laughter. Our eyes flutter open. We pull apart enough to see one another. His eyes are softer than I’ve ever seen. They fall on my lips every so often. His fingers wrap around mine, grasping them tightly. The warmth of his palms encase my own. The coolness from his rings brings some relief. It sends a chill down my spine. I grow lost in his stare. The darkness pulls me deeper in. 

“Eddie,” his name spills out breathlessly. 

His eyes flutter shut for a moment. His intoxicating smile widens. He adjusts himself, pulling away and racing out the door and to my side. He pulls me from my seat, gently. Eddie grabs me by the waist, effortlessly lifting my into the air for a moment. My legs kick up behind me, tiptoeing as I find the ground. My arms wrap around his neck. He leaves little kisses along my cheeks. Encasing my lips slowly, all at once. I melt into his arms, embracing his touch. Craving every piece of him. My fingers twirl through his curls. He giggles. Our eyes meet. Our lungs search for air. Inhaling each other as if we were a blunt. His doe eyes lull, nearly shut again. Mine follow suit. His lips fall on my ear. His words barely above a whisper. 

“You ready, Princess?” 

I simply nod. Placing a soft kiss against his jaw. My hands fall to my side. His arm remains wrapped around my waist. The bell rings as we enter the diner. Everyones eyes fall on us. I blush heavily. I feel like I’m naked and everyone is staring. Eddie’s lips find my ear again. 

“You’re beautiful.” He kisses the lobe and leads me towards the little booth we sat in when we first came here. 

I giggle, recalling the awkwardness. He joins in. 

“Well, don’t you two look lovely.” Our waitress chimes. “What’ll it be kids?” She smiles tenderly, readying her notebook. 

“Two shakes, please. Something special for the birthday girl,” Eddie winks at me. My lips part, surprised he knew. 

“Happy birthday, love. Shakes will be ready soon.” She coos, turning on her heels. 

“Thanks.” I smile at the table awkwardly. 

Eddie’s fingers tangle around mine. My eyes lift slowly to meet his. He gives a knowing look. A shit eating grin plastered across his face. Something I want to slap and then kiss. 

“So, this is why you wanted to take me out?” I bite the side of my cheek, glaring at him. 

He laughs, “Kind of.” He toss his head side to side, furrowing his features. 

“Cheeky, Munson,” I tease. My fingers play with his rings, unconsciously. 

“You also need to try one of these shakes.” He traces my knuckles, languorously. “Best in the world.” He licks his lips, eyes trained on mine. 

I flutter, giggling. “So you’ve traveled around the world?” I jest. 

“Well…” he stumbles, laughing nervously. “The world tour isn’t in the books yet, but soon.” He jokes, referring to his band. 

“Well, rockstar. When you come back you can tell me if your statement is true.” I lick, seduction seeping from my vocal cords. 

“Or, you can come with me? Watch me eat my words.” He mutters. 

“I think I could enjoy that.” I tease. 

We laugh together. Planning our around the world trip. Ready to drink every shake we can find. 

“Where do you think the best is then?” He pries, inching closer to my face. 

“Holland, they have good chocolate.” I answer quickly. A lit of pride behind my response. 

Eddie’s brows rise. His face contorts into confusion.

“Have you been?” 

“No, my parents brought some back after their trip. They went on a month long tour of Europe for their 15th wedding anniversary.” I smile. “I’d love to go someday though. It looks beautiful.” 

I remember the photos they showed me. The stories they told. The chocolate we would eat late at night. Daddy and I sneaking an extra piece before bed. Happier times. 

Eddie caresses my hands. Smiling stupidly, “I’ll make it the first stop on the world tour.” 

“I’ll hold you to that.” I goad. 

Our shakes arrive. Mine is a vanilla with ribbons of hot fudge and caramel bleeding through the velvety white cream. Extra whip cream, two cherries and some sprinkles. Eddie’s is a simple chocolate shake. I bite my lip, eyeing the frozen treat. 

“Enjoy!” She sings, walking towards her other table. 

I peer over my shake at his stupid grin. 

“I hate you.” I giggle. 

“Happy birthday, Princess,” He takes a sip of his shake, watching me tackle mine. I don’t even know where to begin. 

The cold cream burns my tongue. The sweet after notes fill my senses. I hum happily. It is good. 

“Well? What’d I say?” He pridefully asks. 

“The jury is still out on the best in the world, but…” I take another sip. “I’ll give it the best in Hawkins.” I giggle. Eddie feigns hurt, before joining in on the laughter. 

We sip our shakes silently. Stray giggles escape every so often. 

“Thank you, Eddie.” I break the silence. My tongue feels frozen. My words feel slurred because of it. 

He quirks a brow, sipping and silently asking why I was thanking him. I giggle at his action. 

“The flowers, the shake, just a very chill birthday. It’s all I could’ve asked for.” I coo, finding his fingers. They are cold from holding his glass. His rings feel like ice. How I crave them to touch my heated skin. 

“You deserve the world, Princess.” Eddie’s smooth voice breaks my lewd thoughts. 

I smile at him, turning my head to the side. “All I want is you.” I whisper. 

Eddie stands up and moves to my side of the booth. I scoot over, allowing him space, but not a lot. I’m practically in his lap. My legs hang over his. Our hands intertwine. His lips close to mine. The inmate moment from the van returns. 

“Y/N,” Eddie whispers. “I mean it. You deserve to world. You deserve everything you desire. If you want the moon, I’ll find a way to get you it. I…I…” Eddie stumbles, pulling away slightly. 

“I want to give you the world, baby. I want to take you wherever you want. I want you. Only you.” He’s breathless. His lips find mine for a brief kiss. A flutter of his lips and he’s back on his soapbox. 

“Y/N, you are my everything. You have no idea what you’ve done to me. Ever since you sat in front of me in Mrs. O’Donnell’s class, I can’t stop thinking about you. You consume every thought. You intrude every dream. I want to worship you as my Goddess. My queen. You are beautiful and I don’t deserve you, but I want you. I need you.” His velvet tone quivers, begging nearly. He places a heated kiss against my mouth. Tongue and teeth for a moment. Breathless words fall again. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you since I first saw you, Y/N. I love…I love you.” Eddie’s eyes widen with mine. 

I feel tears creep into the corners of my eyes. I hold them back, waiting—watching. Eddie’s gaze flicks down. He pulls a box from his pocket. He fiddles with the lid, prying it open. A silver tone, boxy ring sits on a slim silver chain. Filigree surrounds the base. An ‘E’ is etched into the middle. I stare at him through watery eyes. His fingers delicately pull the chain out. The ring swings side to side. He drapes it over my neck. It falls just above my cleavage. I pick it up, holding it gently. My fingers smooth over the detail, over the ‘E.’ My eyes find Eddie’s starring at my fingers, before finding my watering gaze. 

“It was my first ring. My mom gave it to me before she died. I…I can’t imagine my life without you, princess.” He stutters, I interrupt briefly while he gathers his words. 

“Eddie,” he places his thumb on my bottom lip, tugging it gently. 

“Baby, Y/N. Will you be my girl?” Nerves cause his words to sound strangled. 

I simply kiss him. Deeply, and passionately,“I love you, Eddie Munson. I love you. All I want is you, Eddie.” I answer breathlessly. 

Eddie pulls me back in for another kiss. 

“So, yes?” His nerves still full force. 

“Yes, Eddie! Yes!” I giggle, easing his nerves. 

I hum, circling my fingers around his spider tattoo, occasionally dipping down to his demon one. My eyes flutter, finding his pleading gaze. 

“I feel like you have an agenda, Munson.” I quirk a brow, teasing him. I’m gonna make him work for it. 

Of course I want to go. Of course I want to see Dustin squirm a little, along with the other players. I especially want to see Eddie in his element. I want to hear that booming voice as he release chaos on the players. I want to watch the slaughter, and fuck him on the battlefield afterwards. But, I’m not just gonna give in. I’m not a total sub. 

Eddie feigns hurt. His eye twisting shut. His back arching off the bed slightly. His head twists away from me. Dramatic as ever. I roll my eyes, giggling at his theatrics. 

“You think so little of me.” He cries. 

I grasp his chin, pulling it towards me. He peers at me through hooded lids. His dark curls hiding his beautiful eyes ever so slightly. I bite my lip, 

“Only outside the bedroom, love.” I tease, licking his cheek. 

He growls, pulling me onto his chest. He pushes my hair out of my face, leaving small kisses along my cheeks. His face nuzzling into my neck, nipping at the pulse. I writhe, grinding a little against his sweaty body. He groans, lowering his hold to my hips. I peer up at him, giving an innocent look. His jaw is slack. His features soften. One of his hands glides up my curves. His finger tips tickling as he traces my frame. I moan out a giggle. My eyes flutter before falling back into his hypnotizing gaze. His fingers caress my jawline. The pad of his thumb brushing my cheek bone with a feather like touch. I hum happily, leaning into his palm. I give a warm smile. Eddie’s eyes study my face. It’s almost as if he’s memorizing it. The intensity causes another giggle to spill off my lips. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” I rag, breathlessly. 

“If I owned a camera I would.” He jests back, softly. 

A comfortable silence falls around us. Stupid smiles, and stray giggles accompany us. It’s the most intimate we’ve ever been. Just laying naked in his bed, staring at one another. Holding each other and never wanting to let go. He licks his lips, parting them lightly. 

“How did I get so lucky?” He whispers. 

I blush at his rhetorical question. My eyes drift away from his for a moment. He brings me back though.

“You’re too good for me, Princess.” He mumbles. 

I shake my head. I turn to kiss his palm. My lips fall down his wrist. I grab his hand as I make my way down his arm, to his torso. My tongue glides up his neck, tracing his jawline, until I find his lips. Eddie’s eyes flutter as I kiss along his body. Subtle groans escape, muffled only when I reach his plump lips. Our kiss is soft, deep. It’s unlike any of our other ones. 

“You’re perfect for me, Eddie Munson.” I breath against his lips. 

Our eyes half lid at my confession. They flutter shut as we deepen our kiss. His hands gripping my body tighter. My fingers tangle into his curls. Our lungs ache for air. We inhale each others oxygen as we release. 

“You better put on a good show for me tomorrow. Dustin hypes up all the sessions. So, I expect something unforgettable.” My eyes still closed, lips hovering over his, as I agree to attend Hellfire.

Eddie gives a dark chuckle. 

“Have you learned nothing, Princess. I’m the definition of ‘unforgettable.’” 

I neglect to tell Dustin about my plans to sit in on tonight’s session. I make my way down to the theater room, following the directions given by the Dungeon Master himself. I hear a few voices as I enter the room. I take a deep breath and begin my descent down the stairs. My knee high boots echo around the room. My tight black leather skirt rides up as I make my way down to the stage. The voices grow quiet as I step on the wooden floor boards. I find three guys staring at me, Eddie’s back is to me. 

“Oh, lover boy,” I coo. Eddie perks up. He twists towards me. His mouth falls open, tongue hanging, falling onto his bottom lip. “Your bunny’s here,” I tease. 

His face turns 50 shades of red. The guys behind him chuckle. I wiggle my finger at him, gesturing him to come closer. 

“Henderson told you.” He steps closer, cocking his head to the side, and bites his inner cheek. Eddie is clearly embarrassed. I nod, giving a toothy grin in return. “You aren’t gonna let this go, are you?” He asks with a sigh. I shake my head, biting my tongue and giggling at his embarrassment. 

Eddie wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close. His lips graze mine, giving a light kiss. “You look good, Princess.” He mumbles in my ear, biting the lobe.

I gasp, smiling wide. I pull away, looking down at Eddie’s Hellfire shirt that is draped over my torso. 

“I’m just following my Master’s orders.” I tease.

His body stiffens as I brush past him towards the three boys. Eddie turns, quickly following behind. He introduces me to his friends. They all seem sweet, but shocked that a girl is talking to them. 

I peek around the room. I examine the set up of the table. I nod, giving approval. Not that Eddie needs it. He’s a great DM from what Dustin has said. I eye the throne. Eddie is sitting in it, smirking. He pats his lap with his heavy ringed fingers. I glide over. My hands rest on either side of his throne. 

Eddie reaches out, pulling on my waist. He brings my body closer, causing me to topple onto him. I giggle as my ass settles on his thigh. My skirt raises to my mid thigh. Eddie’s hands splay across the fatty muscle. He drags one hand away, allowing it to fall at my waist. One of my hands rest on his thigh, the other on the arm rest. I peer up at Eddie, he looks down at me. We are a blushing mess. Our lips nearly connect before a groan fills the room. 

“Seriously!” Dustin’s voice breaks. Eddie laughs against my lips. 

My eyes find Dustin. He pouts. Mike and Lucas look shocked. 

“Dude, is Eddie dating your cousin?” Lucas asks, Dustin. 

“Gentleman, manners. We have a lady present tonight. Best behavior.” Eddie winks at me. He settles the room. 

Everyone takes their seats, including Dustin—reluctantly. I giggle softly. I feel bad torturing him, but I also really wanna be here for Eddie. 

The session did not disappoint. It was another long and bloody battle for the heroes. There were several times during the session Eddie would pick me up as he jumped up, towards the table on the throne. He threw me around like I weighed nothing. Stronger than he looks. There were also several moments I felt his fingers creep further up my skirt, rubbing circles on the supple flesh. It took everything not to moan. 

Everyone begins packing up. I hop off Eddie’s lap. I see Dustin, waiting by the door. I walk over to him. 

“Hey,” I give a small smile. 

“Hi.” He mumbles. 

“I was gonna help Eddie clean up. I’ll meet you at the car. 20 minutes?” I bat my lashes at him. Dustin just rolls his eyes, waving me off. 

I smile wide, making my way back to the table. I gather some pieces slowly. My fingers tracing over the small figurines. 

“Great campaign. I’m curious to see where it goes.” I compliment. 

Eddie chuckles, his eyes focused on putting things away. 

“So, you’ll be back for more then?” He pries, peeking up through his curls. 

I smirk, nodding my head. Eddie blushes, returning his focus to cleaning. I glide over, cradling the tiny figures in my hand. I slip them into Eddie’s hand. My fingers trickle up his arm, falling down to his waist. I hum happily, he lets out a groan. I tip toe up to his ear, breathlessly whispering, 

“I always come back for more, don’t I?” I question him, licking the shell of his ear. 

Eddie halts his cleaning. He turns to me. His eyes seem darker. I giggle. I pull him back to his throne. I gently push him into his seat. I rest my hands on either arm rest once again. My hips popping out, showing off my curves. 

“I have 20 minutes. Which fantasy should we try out?” I smirk. 

Eddie turns redder then I’ve ever seen. He freezes, stumbling over words—unable to form coherent sentences. I slip down to my knees, choosing for him. I tug at his belt and rip his jeans down. His rock hard cock springs free, hitting his stomach. He groans at the freeing feeling. I lick my lips, gathering spit in my mouth. I spit on him, pumping his lubricated cock slowly. 

“Oh, shit.” He curses under his breath. 

I giggle. I take a deep breath and lick a strip up his thick vein. My tongue circles his tip, tracing over every groove as I do. My lips wrap around his head softly. I suck on his throbbing tip, tasting his salty precum that already leaking out. I moan, hallowing my cheeks and inhaling deeper. I have him all the way in my mouth. One of my hands playing with his balls, while the other steadies, wrapping around his leg. 

“Jesus H. Christ!” He yelps. His hands find my head. Eddie’s fingers twist through my hair. 

He tugs from the base, causing me to release another moan. Eddie feels the vibration, and groans. I find a good pace, bobbing my head up and down quickly. His head hits the back of my throat, nearly tapping my gag reflex. I never look away from Eddie. He’s so beautiful like this. All fucked out. His eyes screwed shut, his tongue hanging out. 

Pants and moans escape his perfect lips. Some of his curls stick to his face. It’s getting me hot. 

I reach down sliding my fingers past my panties and onto my clit. I rub fast circles, chasing my release as I continue to suck his cock. I hit a spot on my clit, causing my thighs to clench. A moan escapes, causing another vibration. Eddie’s eyes flutter open. He sees my hand between my thighs, rubbing my fingers across my clit. 

“Fuck!” He gasps. “That’s so hot, baby.” He moans. 

Eddie’s head lulls back from the intensity. He bucks his hips, forcing his dick to slide deeper down my throat. More guttural groans escape his lips. It causes a gush of slick to spill over my fingers.

Tears and spit fall down my cheeks and onto the floor. I grab his leg tighter. My other hand moving to his other leg for more support. His cock twitches in my mouth, he’s close—really close. But before he can release, Eddie pops me off. He wraps his arms around my upper body and pulls me onto his cock. His fingers dip into my soaked cunt. 

“Greedy little whore.” He spits through gritting teeth. “Can’t just get me off.” He slams his cock up into my aching core. 

“Ah! Eddie!” I cry at the intensity. He doesn’t let up. 

Eddie picks me up with ease again. His cock never unsheathing. He throws my back on the table, fucking me on the battlefield. His pumps are hard and relentless. My legs are bent up towards my chest. His fingers find my clit, rubbing at an inhuman speed.

“Ohhh! Eddie! Fuck! Baby, fuck! I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum!” I cry. His cock hitting my g-spot, my a-spot. It actually hurts a little, how intense he’s going. 

“That’s right whore, cum all over my cock.” He growls. 

A few more hard pumps and the table is soaked. My release drips onto the floor. Eddie pulls his cock from my aching pussy too soon. He pushes me back onto my knees, thrusting his cock down my throat. I feel his release slide down too quickly. I nearly choke. 

“That’s right, choke on my cock like the good little slut you are.” He roars. I grasp his legs, shaking still from my own orgasm. 

Eddie slowly pumps in and out of my mouth. Some of his seed spilling down my chin. Eddie adjusts his pants, clasping his belt back together. He lowers his face to meet mine. 

“Good girl,” He growls. 

I shake, falling to the floor, unable to hold myself up any longer. I convulse, a sharp pain causes me to grasp my stomach.

“Baby? You okay?” Eddie asks with a wary tone. 

I peer down and notice a trickle of blood sliding down my leg. I close them tightly, but Eddie notices.

“Shit. I’m sorry, Y/N.” He mumbles, panic setting in. 

I grasp his arm. “Don’t be. That was amazing!” I giggle, wincing as more spasms infect my stomach. “Just not used to it.” I give a reassuring smile. 

Eddie still feels horrible. He reaches in his back pocket, pulling out the bandana. He wipes the blood from my leg. He uses the other end to clean off my face. Eddie pulls me close, holding me on the floor. The pain eases. I’m sure I’ll be even more sore tomorrow, but for now at least it’s manageable. 

We hear the door click open. A hesitant voice echos through the room. 

“Y/N?” Dustin calls.

I give Eddie a little pout. I brush my lips against his. 

“Goodnight, Eddie,” We deepen the kiss. His body pushing gently against mine. 

“Goodnight, Princess,” He breaths, ghosting over my lips. 

Our noses nuzzle for a moment longer before he helps me off the floor. I see Dustin’s silhouette waiting by the door. 

“Coming Dustin!” I holler. 

Eddie pulls me back against his chest, still making sure he doesn’t hurt me again. He places a heated kiss against my neck, before giving a bruising kiss to my swollen lips. 

As I dry off my body I make my way to the window. I pull it open. Autumn is here. The cool wind nips at my damp skin. I shiver shutting it tight before gliding to my closet. I pull a short green corridor mini skirt, a white thong and a black long sleeve shirt. The neckline cuts deep, exposing my chest a little more than expected—my black push up bra helping my breasts to nearly spill out. I throw my hair into pig tails and curl them slightly. I paint my face, giving myself a smoky eye. I use some of my makeup to conceal the marks left by Eddie this weekend. They aren’t huge, but as I dab the concealer on I feel sick—guilty. 

I shake the feeling. We haven’t talked about being public. He may not want to be. I know things at school are hard for him. I know he wants me to feel normal. But I rather be able to walk up to him in the hall, pull him in for deep kiss. I want to sit on his lap during lunch, wrap my arms around his neck and enjoy his heated conversations with his friends. Maybe…it’s time to be honest about what I want with him…maybe. 

The thoughts shuffle around my brain as I zip up a pair of knee high black boots. The heels give me the extra height I need to look people in the eye—including my own cousin. I grab my bag and start making my way to the door. I pause when I catch my reflexion. I turn to the girl standing before me. I hardly recognize her. She’s confident and happy, something I’m not use to. I give the figure a small smirk. I do a once over of the look. 

Hopefully a certain metal head will enjoy the sexier outfit. 

I run swiftly down the stairs calling Dustin’s name. No response. I check every room. I finally end up in the garage. His bike is gone. He really is mad, avoiding me at all cost. I roll my eyes and shake my head. My hair lightly smacking my painted cheeks. I hop in my car and head to school. I blare Queen to keep the annoyance away. 

As I pull into the school, I notice students rushing towards the door. First bell must of rung already. I slam my door and race towards the building as well. 

“Hey! Give it back!” I hear a strangled voice as I enter the senior hall way. 

I peer around the corner and find Jason and his two friends harassing an underclassmen. Her red vibrant hair bouncing as she tries to reach for her walkman. Jason’s friends hold her back as he examines the tape. He scowls. 

“You need to watch where you’re going. Apologize and maybe I’ll give it back.” He taunts. 

I seethe, anger coursing. Today is not the day. I find the girls eyes for a moment. I stride up behind Jason and kick him behind his knee with my heel. He falls instantly. The walkman hits the ground lightly. Each of my steps echos through the semi empty hallway. I’m not really paying attention to who’s around. Jason rolls onto his back. His elbows propping him up. I take my boot and push him back to the floor. My heel inches from his jugular. 

I look over at his friends who are still holding the girl hostage. I give them a hard glare. They release her, but she doesn’t move. No one does. My attention returns to Jason. His breathing is heavier. I can feel him shake beneath me. I look over to the underclassman. I think it’s Max. Dustin’s friend—former friend, I’m not sure about the whole story. She quivers a little. Her eyes stay trained on mine. 

“You okay?” I ask softly. 

Jason grunts, shaking his head. 

“I wasn’t asking you, asshole.” My eyes dart to his for a moment. My heel grinds into his chest a little harder. 

I look back at Max. She nods. I give a soft smile. It disappears as I find Jason squirming under my boot again. I push a little harder. The heel of my boot is surely leaving a mark in his sternum. 

“Get off me, bitch!” He yells. 

I move my foot quickly between his legs. My foot lightly tapping his limp dick. I cock my head side to side. 

“We need to learn some manners, don’t we Carver.” I push the heel little deeper. He winces. “Let’s try this again.” 

“Get off!” He screams. 

“A little better, but…” I twist the heel. Tears nearly fall from his cheeks as the heel digs against his jeans. 

“P…Pl…Please,” He mumbles, shaking his body.

“Good boy,” I tease. “Now, I think you owe my friend here an apology for your behavior.” I smirk. He growls. I push against his dick harder. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” He cries. 

I push my boot against his pelvis one last time before placing it back on the tile. He squirms away, practically running down the hall, his friends not far behind. I chuckle, watching them. I turn my attention to Max after they round a corner. 

“What’s the damage?” I ask her, taking a few steps towards her walkman. 

She picks up the small device and holds it gently. Just as she’s about to hit the play button I stop her. I gesture, asking if I can take it. She allows me to hold the walkman. I rummage through my bag and find a tape. It’s a learning tape that I’ve had for ages. I hit play, stop. Rewind, stop. Forward stop. 

“A few scratches on the outside, but that Kate Bush tape won’t be ruined. Nice choice by the way,” I give my assessment. 

“Thanks.” She gives a small smile. “So the rumors are true. You’re a total badass.” She jokes. 

I toss my head side to side. “I wouldn’t go that far…” I’m modest. “Besides, a friend of Dustins is a friend of mine.” I give a warm smile. She blushes. 

The final bell rings. I nudge her off to class with a friendly goodbye. I walk down the hall, a few feet from class. Chatter ensues as I enter the class. I notice my metal head is nowhere to be seen. I shake my head, laughing to myself. I bet he slept in.

The cafeteria roars to life. The Hellfire club waits as their leader strides through the doors, finally arriving at school. As he sits everyone gives a greeting, except Dustin. Eddie notices his sour attitude. The metal head finds it hilarious. 

“So,” Eddie begins. “Hellfire is moved to tomorrow since some of you decided to actually go somewhere for fall break.” Eddie’s doe eyes fall on Garth and Jeff, who give innocent smiles. 

“You can still come with.” Garth sings.

“See some snow bunnies.” Jeff winks, the two high five. Eddie shakes his head.

“Hey Eddie,” Her voice rings over the crowd. 

The whole table goes silent as I approach. Mouths gaped. Dustin still has his back to me. I pull my focus back to the man sitting at the head of the table. 

“Hey Princess,” His big brown eyes fall down my body. I hold back the giggle, but expose the deep blush. “Gonna join the freaks today.” He teases with a wink.

“Would love too, but I can’t. I came by to give you notes from O’Donnell’s class. If you wanna pass, you’ll need them.” I return the wink, handing him the pile of notes. 

“You’re too sweet, baby.” He licks his lips. 

I notice Dustin tensing up. I hold back the urge to pull him to the side and talk this out. 

Instead I twirl around, giving a small wave to the table, “Later boys.” 

Eddie’s eyes follow her until she’s through the cafeteria doors. Audible breaths are heard across the table, along with an annoyed sigh from Dustin. Eddie smirks back to Garth and Jeff.

“I got my own bunny to look at this weekend.” Eddie teases. 

Dustin grasps his tray and gathers his stuff, leaving the table in a huff. Silence grows as the rest of the boys look to Eddie. The leader’s face is stone cold. He’s hiding the fact he crossed a line. Eddie stands up soon after, knowing he needs to do something before Dustin says something too Y/N. 

Dustin throws his tray away, racing out the doors and down the hall. He searches for solace, but runs into her. 

“Hey Dustin,” My voice quivers. He groans. 

“Henderson!” Eddie’s voice echos through the hall. 

I peer up and see his figure stride towards us. I offer a small smile. Dustin tries to walk away. Eddie grabs his shoulder, insisting he stay. 

“Dustin, we should talk.” I say. “All of us,” My eyes find Eddie’s looking up to me. A concerned smile curls on his plump lips. 

“No thanks.” Dustin groans, trying to pull away from Eddie’s grip. He’s unsuccessful. 

“Please Dustin. This isn’t us. We don’t fight. Especially about stupid stuff,” I argue. 

“You lied to me. That’s not stupid,” He pulls away from Eddie harder, this time he is successful. 

He steps closer to me. “I wouldn’t have cared if you told me you two were dating. I’m kinda happy it’s at least someone like Eddie and not Jason.” He rolls his eyes, avoiding mine. “But instead you can’t seem to trust me with anything.” He hisses. I can sense there is more to this. “I mean come on.” He gestures to me. “Talking about this isn’t us. Well, this isn’t you!”

“Enough, Henderson,” Eddie’s voice booms. I glance at him. A lick of fire behind my eyes, but I wait for him to finish his thought before I pounce on Eddie, and protect Dustin. 

“Look, kid. Yeah, we’ve been lying. We’ve been lying to a lot of people, even ourselves about what’s happening between us.” Eddie steps towards me, placing an arm around my shoulder. His ring cladded fingers squeeze my shoulder lightly. “But, I really like her. And I know why you want to protect her and her reputation.” Eddie gives a knowing look. Dustin’s eyes widen realizing Eddie knows more now. “That’s why we’ve been sneaking around. To protect her.” I glance at Eddie, biting away a frown. 

Before I can say anything, Dustin interjects. “So, you are dating? Like you’re a couple?” He pries. 

I lick my lips, eyes falling onto Eddie’s. He’s staring back at me. I give a soft smile, nuzzling into his shoulder. 

“Something like that.” I tease. “We’re still working out the kinks.” I wink to Eddie. 

He wiggles his brow, smirking. Dustin seems innocent to our innuendo and sexual glances. 

“Dustin, I’m sorry. We just…wanted to figure things out before telling anyone.” I stumble out. 

Dustin adjusts his hat, stepping forward. “You hurt her and I’ll find someone to hurt you.” Dustin warns, trying to be intimidating, but it comes out too cute. 

I giggle, tussling his hair. “Oh, I think I’ve got that covered Dusty. If I can make Jason cry, I can make Eddie do a lot worse.” I give the metal head a devilish grin, biting towards him. He backs away, more scared of me than Dustin clearly. 

“So, we good?” I ask. 

“Yeah, we’re good.” Dustin shrugs. 

“So I can do this now?” Eddie grasps my waist and pulls me into his lips. 

We kiss, pulling our bodies closer together. We hear Dustin gag in the background. 

“Gross. Still don’t wanna see it.” He looks away.

“We have so much power now.” I tease, turning into Eddie’s body. My back flush against his chest. 

“Just wait until I bring you to DND. Their gonna loose it when you’re on my lap.” He coos in my ear. 

Dustin gags again, “Please don’t.” He begs. 

Eddie places a wet kiss against my neck where his other mark is. The saliva dissolves the make up, exposing the mark. 

“Nope, I’m out. Bye,” Dustin walks down the hall, shielding his eyes. 

I cock a brow and turn towards Eddie. His thumb pads over the bruised skin. I gasp as he brings his lips down to the spot once again. He bites it gently, licking the new wound gently. 

“Eddie, behave,” I moan. 

“Never,” He protests. 

We fall into a broom closet that’s close by. Eddie lifts me up against the door, pushing his hips into mine. 

“So you really like me?” I tease him, mocking his words he used to calm Dustin down. 

His laugh is dark. Eddie’s lips find my jaw. “Oh, princess, I do. And I love this look.” He twirls my hair, gripping either end and tugging. 

I groan at the feeling. He spins me around pushing my chest to the door. His hands release my hair, trailing down my body. His fingers landing on my boots. 

“Did we find a few new kinks, baby? Knee high boots and pigtails.” I tease again, wiggling my hips against his dark wash jeans. 

He groans, allowing his fingers to glide off the boots, and up my skirt. I hear a rip as he tears my thong off. 

“I hope you didn’t like those.” He growls. 

“I prefer your mouth covering my cunt.” I moan. His fingers dip into my heat. A wet pool already slipping down my thighs. 

“Always so wet baby.” He whispers against my ear. 

Huffs and pants fill the space as his fingers pump in and out. Eddie drops to his knees. His tongue dipping into my cunt. The tip of his tongue flicks against my bundle of nerves violently. I pull a hand up to my lips, covering the lewd moans that threaten to escape. As he eats me out, I grind into his face. He moans, removing his fingers for a moment to lap up my slick. His tongue skillfully dips between the folds. 

The pleasure builds, coiling deep in my stomach. His fingers return full force against my clit. Saliva coats my hand as I try silencing my screams. My lower half vibrates with pleasure. My orgasm rockets through, releasing into his mouth. His free hand holds my hips in place. His fingers dig into my ass cheek, leaving bruises again. I pant, pulling his head away. 

I hear his buckle fall, his zipper coming undone, and feel his tip against my sensitive bud. His hand finds my throat. He squeezes it gently. His other hand, on one of my pony tails, yanking me back against him. I fall onto Eddie. His cock slides easily into my wet folds. I want to scream, but his hand prevents any sound from escaping. Eddie grunts as he plows into me. His belt buckle slaps my thighs swiftly, leaving more marks. Tears prick my eyes. My stomach coils again. 

“Fuck baby. You are taking me so well.” He growls against my pulse. His lips nipping at the skin. “Such a good girl,” My cunt clenches around his dick harshly. 

He laughs, throwing his head back. His grip around my neck loosens slightly. I start laughing too, panting heavily. “Found a new kink for you too, good girl.” Another tight pull, “Shit, baby. Gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” 

“You’re the one teasing…Oh…harder, Eddie! Harder!” His thrusts seem inhuman. His hand returns to my throat, squeezing. 

“Cum for me baby. Shit! Cum all over my cock!” Eddie mumbles into my neck. 

A few more deep pumps, and the coil snaps. A gush of slick washes over his cock, down my thighs, and onto my black boots and his jeans. Eddie laughs, grunts and moans all at once. His cock gets tugged and twisted by my orgasm. It triggers his. He paints my walls, shoving his cock deeper against my cervix. His hand loosens. I breathe harder. Eddie shifts behind me, tugging up his boxers and jeans. I fall against the door. Eddie finds a roll of paper towels. He uses them to clean up our mess. 

“Shit baby,” he coos. He spins me around and plants a devilish kiss against my lips. We moan, falling against the door. A little more cum spills out, down my leg. 

“Eddie!” I cry. He chuckles. 

“Sorry, baby.” He picks up the tattered garment. “Couldn’t help myself.” He gives an innocent grin. “We could get out of here. Go back to my place. I think I have a pair of your panties lying around my room still.” He holds me close, winking. 

I slap his chest, but nod agreeing to his plan. We sneak out of the closet, out of school, and go back to his place. Turns out Eddie did have a pair. He proceeds to rip it off my body as soon as I put them on. 

“Edward Munson! I’m gonna make you buy me new underwear if you keep ripping them!” I yell.

He answers by throwing me on the bed, caging me with his body. 

I pinch the bridge of my nose. Eddie notices. His body still caging mine. I mouth Nancy and Robin’s names to him. He stills his body, listening as best he can to the conversation. 

“I’m sorry Nancy. I didn’t really have a choice in who I invited to my fictional hang out.” I tease an apology. My free hand playing with Eddie’s curls that hang around my face. 

“So, movie? Popcorn? Making out with your boyfriend.” Robin crooned. I roll my eyes. Eddie cocks a brow. He hears muffled parts of the conversation. 

“Kinda hard to do when he’s not around huh?” I shoot back. 

They laugh. “Ah, so you admit he’s your boyfriend.” Robin counters. 

I giggle, shaking my body against Eddie’s. He bites back a groan. I raise a finger to my lips, hushing him softly.

“I admit nothing.” I state with a sly tone. 

“Come on, what were you actually doing? Dustin told Steve you were out all night.” 

“Said the same thing to Mike.” They both pry, wanting details on the evening of a lifetime. 

I blush, Eddie notices. He turns his head to the side, watching my face closely. It doesn’t help the rising heat. I gulp, clearing my throat in the process. I adjust my body under Eddie a little. I reluctantly push him up. We’re now sitting on my bed. His ring cladded fingers splay across my knee, skating up my thigh. I shiver lightly at the touch. I narrow my eyes, giving him a deadly smirk. I shake my head. Swallow hard, before stumbling through a response. 

“Well, um…just hanging out.” I didn’t want to gush with them about Eddie being cute and sweet. I defiantly didn’t want to boost his ego by explaining how he fucked me better than I could have imagined. Especially after hearing how Jonathan and Steve were in bed—thank you drunk Nancy for the explicit detail. I bite my lip, begging for this conversation to end. “Nothing, crazy. Well…minus the storm…but…”

“I sense a lie.” Robin smirks. 

“And a blush.” Nancy sings. 

Both true. I exhale. I pull the phone from my ear and look to Eddie, smiling shyly. I mouth an apology and bring the phone back to my ear. 

“Fine. He took me out. We got caught in the rain. We went back to his place and…waited out the storm.” I give bullet points of the night, but they groan, not satisfied. 

“You should know this by now!” Robin yells. “Details.” I pull the phone from my ear again. I shake my head, rolling my eyes. 

Eddie continues to play with the flesh of my thigh. His cool rings sending shivers. His eyes are fixed on my face. He’s smirking. He knows what this is. He wants to hear you describe the night too. He wiggles his brows, encouraging me to give them details. I mouth an I hate you. 

“Where to begin?” I say sarcastically. 

“Where did he take you?” Nancy asks, a softness to her tone. 

“Well,” I played with the cord, blushing and looking away from Eddie. His eyes too intense for my comfort. I focus on the flowers spread across my bed spread. “He picked me up and took me to this lake.” I begin. I set the scene and play out the rom com moment we shared. The deep personal confessions we made. The shared kisses in the rain, how he carried me everywhere after the storm. They squealed at the romance of it all. Then I explained how we ended up back at his place and found that the power was out. Then…

“You wore his shirt?” Nancy pries.  

“And only his shirt,” Robin follows up. 

I hum happily. My body tensing up as we reach towards the climax of our story. I glance up to Eddie, who’s enjoying the retelling. His ego is skyrocketing already. God what’s he gonna do when I get to the good part. 

“So…” Robin encourages me to continue. 

“He made sure the place was illuminated. Candles everywhere, a little lantern on the table.” I set the scene again.

“And he was in dry clothes?” Robin snickers. 

“Sort of.” I tease. They squeal. I bite my lip. I dare not continue, but Robin eggs me on.

“So, what happened next? You can’t tell me he set up this whole scene for you two to just fall asleep.” She whines. I swallow hard. 

“Well, no. We…” my eyes find Eddie’s. He cocks a brow, waiting for me to explain how the night ended. “We cuddled on the couch, and talked. And we just sort of…” I trail off. My eyes falling on Eddie’s hand, before gliding back to his strong jawline. “Had sex.” I whisper. 

The scream on the other end of the phone could be heard by my neighbors. Eddie had to hold back his laughter. I raise the phone back to my ear, once I’m sure it’s safe for my ear drums. A huge smile paints my face. An embarrassed giggle releases across the phone line. 

“How?” Nancy coos.

“Details!” Robin pries. 

“Well, for my first time, it was sweet—no complaints.” I wink to Eddie, holding my smirk. He beams happily. 

“Oh my God! First time!” They cheer and aww at the moment. 

“So, he’s experienced and it paid off for you.” Robin giggled. I bite my tongue. Time to embarrass Eddie now. 

“Actually…” I draw out my response. Eddie’s eyes widen. He realizes what’s happening. “First time for both.” I tease. I stick my tongue out at him. He buries his face into my lap. 

“I have a reputation to uphold here!” Eddie whisper shouts. I shush him again. I play with his hair as he continues to lay in my lap. 

The girls squeal, giggling at the news. “Wow. So how long does he last?” Robin asks playfully. 

“And is he generous?” Nancy queries. 

I look down at the flushed man below me. My smile widens. “If by generous you mean does he ensure I’m satisfied first? Yes, oh girls. Yes he does.” I practically moan out. Eddie blushes harder. His face redder then I’ve ever seen. “And Robin…” I lick my lips watching Eddie intently. “Which time?” I pull the phone away from my ear as Robin and Nancy scream again. 

I wink at Eddie, lowering my head to kiss his nose. I bring the phone back to my ear. 

“What do you mean? It’s not even been 24 hours!” Robin cries. 

“Like I said,” I swipe my fingers along his cheek bones. “Very generous.” I decide to have a bit of fun and make them scream again. “In every way.” Another scream erupts. I bite my lip. I love watching Eddie fall apart at my candidness about our newly developed sex life. 

“How generous?” Nancy, surprisingly asks. 

“Take Jonathan and Steve and combined them.” I coo, “Then add two inches.” I breathe heavily. 

I can hear Nancy gulp and Robin roar in laughter. 

“So wait, go back. How many times?” Robin asks, genuinely curious. 

“Just last night?” I ask, licking my lips. My eyes never leaving Eddie’s. His doe eyes widening as we continue. “Four.” I deadpan, as if it was normal. 

“And how often were you actually satisfied.” Robin ticks. 

“Tell me Robin, what’s four times four?” I ask, confusing the shit out of Eddie. 

Another scream bursts through the phone. A panting moan escapes as well. 

“Not gonna lie, I’m jealous.” Nancy pouts. 

“Who knew Eddie “the freak” Munson was such a good lover.” Robin tuts. 

I shrug my shoulders. “Are we all satisfied with how my Friday night actually went? Because I have things to do.” I wink down at Eddie. He straightens himself, encasing me again. His lips dangerously close to mine. 

“Things like…Eddie.” Robin teases.

Before I can answer, Eddie takes the phone. I bite my lip expecting him to hang up. 

“Yes, she does.” He breathes. Screams erupt as he hangs up the phone. 

Our lips clash together. His hands on either side of my face. His fingers pull my hair into a wild mess. Our bodies fall on the bed lightly. His legs spread mine apart. He ruts into my clothed cunt. I can feel his erection through his jeans. My fingers claw at his toned chest. He groans at the pricks. His lips fall into the crook of my neck. He leaves sloppy kisses and traces my collarbone with his tongue. I shiver, grinding into his hips. He pulls his jeans and boxers down just enough to set his dick free. He pulls my underwear to the side. A finger swipes through the wet folds. 

“So wet. You thinking about last night?” He coos into my ear, nipping at the lobe. 

A heavy pant is all I can release. His tip rubs against my folds. Soft groans and heavy pants fill the room. He pushes into my dripping cunt. His fingers grip my thigh bringing it up to his shoulder. The position feels amazing. He hits that spongy spot each time. His thrusts are slow, agonizingly slow. I pout, whining, begging for more. 

“Eddie! Please.” I breathe deeply. 

I push my hips up, looking for more friction, but he just holds them down with his own body. His other hand reaches up and holds my wrists above my head. His face mere inches from mine. We inhale each other. His intense gaze only edges me closer. I feel the coil wrapping tighter in my stomach. Eddie grunts. His hips sputter. 

“So…fuck…so tight princess. You’re close. Ah…fuck!” He breaths against my face. 

His eyes flutter. I shut my eyes tight as the coil snaps, my release shakes my whole body. Eddie soon paints my walls white for the sixth time in less than 24 hour. His forehead falls against mine. Our noses bump, lips panting heavily—searching for air. I gasp as he pulls out, adjusting his boxers and jeans again. My underwear snaps back into place. Eddie cups my cheeks, kissing me slowly. We roll onto our sides, never breaking our kiss. 

The bed creaks and rattles as Eddie pounds into my aching cunt from behind. He’s on his knees, holding my back flush to his chest. His fingers dig into the supple flesh of my stomach. My moans are muffled by two of his fingers. I suck and lick them, imagining them to be his cock. He groans, huffing against my neck. His lips nipping at my pulse. His hair tickles the back of my neck. 

I push deeper against him, begging for him to go harder. He bucks his hip against mine. My thighs will surely be bruised from the beating being given by his own strong legs. Eddie removes his fingers from my mouth. A metallic taste of his rings linger. He brings the soaked fingers down to my clit. He rubs fast circles around the bundle of nerves. My screams are no longer covered. My upper body falls forward, burying my face into his pillow. I can smell his scent. I inhale deeply. Eddie grips my hips harder with his free hand. He pushes deeper, rubbing my clit faster and faster. 

“Eddie! Give it to me, please baby!” I plead over and over. 

I cry out his name. My moans now muffled by his pillow. I feel his hips sputter. His pumps grow sloppier. 

“Cum on my cock, Princess. Come. On!” He slaps my ass harshly. 

I yelp at the contact. But it works. My walls tighten around his cock, milking him. I scream into his pillow. His neighbors surely can hear everything. He releases a heavy laugh as he paints the insides of my walls for the fourth time tonight. 

His hands fall on either side of my face. His body nearly collapsing onto mine. His cock twitches in my sensitive cunt as he slowly rides out our orgasms. I inhale sharply. He releases a painful exhale on my back. My body arches at the heated breeze. He chuckles, watching our mixed cum spill from my pussy. He peppers kisses across my back. The Hellfire shirt he insisted I wear was lost at round three. It just got in the way of my boobs, which he insisted on sucking while I bounced on his dick. My face buries further into the pillow. Eddie’s scent and the multitude of orgasms lulls me into a comfortable sleep. 

Eddie pulls his body off of Y/N. He gathers his strength and pushes off the bed. He steadies himself, finding his ground again. Eddie kneels beside his bed. He is in awe at the sight before him. Her face is partly nuzzled against his pillow. Her beautiful eyes hidden behind the lids. Her swollen lips part slightly. Tiny breaths escape, blowing soft strands of hair away from her face. 

Her body curves along his sheets. Cum still oozing from her swollen cunt. She is so beautiful like this. Eddie smiles to himself. His fingers brush a few strands from her flushed cheeks. A small smile forms on her lips. He kisses her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips. 

Eddie gathers his strength again, standing up taller, prouder. He covers her with a sheet. Her curves still visible under the thin fabric. It takes everything in his power not to pounce on her again. He throws on some boxers and makes his way to the living room. He blows out the candles, and puts them back where they belong. He gathers their clothing and takes it back to his room. 

Y/N hasn’t moved. Little snores escape her lips every so often. He chuckles to himself. Eddie climbs into bed as gently as possible, so as not to disturb his Princess. His arms wrap around her naked form, pulling her taut to his semi clothed body. A deep exhale leaves her body as she falls back against him. He places soft kisses across her neck and jawline. His nose nudges into her hair, inhaling her scent deeply. The smell and sight of his girl brings a happy, stupid grin across his face—lulling him into a deep sleep as well. 

The sound of the front door opening is what wakes me up. My eyes roll open slowly, unsure if I dreamt the noise or not. I feel strong arms wrapped around my waist. I glide my hand along his arm, turning my body slowly. I shift onto my other side so I can face him. Eddie’s hair falls in his face. His heavy snores push them out of the way for a few moments, allowing me to see the sleepy man’s face. I smile, placing a light kiss on his nose. He crinkles his face at the soft touch. His eyes blink open. His signature smile returns full force. 

“Morning, Princess,” His voice is groggy, but oh so sexy. 

“Morning, Eddie,” I whisper, placing a plush kiss against his lips. 

He intensifies our kiss. His arms tighten around my body. My hands tuck against his muscular chest. I roll on top of him. Our bodies tangle in the sheet, hips grinding into each other. Subtle moans escape our lips, between kisses. The sound of a TV stirs our movements. My eyes widen at the noise. 

“Shit, my uncle’s home.” He murmurs. 

I bury my face into his shoulder. He smooths my hair, chuckling at my embarrassment. My mind finally catches up. I shoot up, the cover falls and expose my chest. Eddie licks his lips at the sight. 

“I stayed the night?” I ask in a hush tone. 

He hums happily, sitting up with me. My head lands on his shoulder. “My aunt is gonna kill me.” I mumble. He shakes his head. 

“Just tell her you were at Robin’s.” He kisses the top of my head. His fingers lightly caressing my waist. 

Eddie clearly has brain cells this early. I take a deep breath, drinking in Eddie’s scent again. It relaxes me. I look up at the metal head. His dopy smirk pulls a laugh from my throat. He grips my waist tighter, twisting me onto his lap. My bare cunt lands against his clothed, semi hard erection. His hands rest on my ass. I move my hips up and down, bouncing lightly against his cock. 

“Don’t start, Princess.” He groans. I give him an innocent look. “I’m slowly corrupting you.” He bites his lip.

I kiss him deeply, stealing his breath. He huffs against my lips. His fingers dig into my flesh. We fall against the bed. The springs rattle as we settle. I release his lips, peering at him through my lashes. His cheeks are a pinky color. His hair still partly hiding his face. I smooth away the strands to get a better look. My fingers brush his strong features. He melts against my touch. 

“You act like it’s a bad thing.” I tease him. My finger taps his nose, before falling back to his chest. 

Eddie laughs softly, causing me to bounce up and down on his chest. We giggle softly for a while. Our lips connecting every so often, getting lost in our kisses. 

“I need to get home.” I place one last kiss against his lips. “But God, I really don’t want to.” I admit breathlessly. 

Eddie holds me closer, pushing us up again. He cups my cheek. His big brown eyes hypnotize me. “I know, Princess.” He kisses my forehead. “But I gotta let you out of the dungeon at some point.” He jokes, tickling my sides. 

I release a heavy laugh. I cover my mouth and swat his arm. “I thought your dungeon was at school?” I pry. 

He shrugs, “Can’t I have two?” 

I hum thinking, “I suppose. One for killing monsters, and one for fucking in,” I lick his lip. “I’d love to see the other dungeon sometime though.” I lean into his ear, whispering, “And kneel before your throne.” I pull back, giving the most innocent eyes and smuggest smile I can conjure up. 

His body stiffens beneath me. I use this chance to escape his grasp and throw on my now dry clothes from last night. Eddie slowly gathers himself, getting dressed and ready to take me home. He leads the way down the hall, my body hidden behind his. His uncle is asleep on the couch. We quietly sneak out to his van. 

The drive is filled with Metallica this time. There is a comfortable silence and a heartbreaking tension in the air. I would have rather stayed in Eddie’s bed all day. I shake the thought as he pulls onto our street. He parks a block away. I lean over to him, placing a simple kiss against his lips. 

“I’ll call you.” I coo. He hums, kissing me again. I giggle into it. “Eddie,” our foreheads meet, eyes shut, noses nuzzled. We inhale each other’s air. “I really enjoyed our first date.” I smirk. His eyes flutter open, so do mine. “And not just the mind blowing sex.” I wink. 

Eddie gives that sappy smile, pink painting his cheeks again. I giggle at him. 

“Maybe,” he licks his lips, pulling away slightly. “We could have a second one?” He asks, cautiously. 

I nod, “Defiantly.” I kiss his cheek. “Maybe a little less about past traumas next time though.” I jest, pulling away from him. 

He laughs, nodding his head. “Whatever you want princess.” 

I open the door, stepping out of his car. I lean my head back in through the open window. “Hmm, whatever I want? That’s a lot of power you just gave me, Munson.” I giggle. 

“Well, I did like you on top.” He winks. I scoff, trying to hide the wide smile. 

“Eddie!” I squeal. “Behave.” I smirk. I blow him a kiss and walk off towards my house. 

I sneak into the house. It’s quiet. Maybe Dustin isn’t home. Maybe Aunt Claudia is already asleep. Maybe I can actually get away…

“Where have you been all night?” His voice is strained—angry. I freeze at the sound. 

“Hey, Dustin,” I don’t look at him. 

I feel my cheeks heat up. My pulse begins racing. I hear him step closer. I turn around. I allow him to examine me. I’m just happy that my sweater hides the giant mark Eddie left on my neck. My eyes dart around the room, avoiding his as best I can. He releases a sigh. 

“Mom had to work an extra shift. She’ll be back tonight. She thinks you were at Robin’s all night because of the storm.”

“Did you lose power?” I ask quickly. Guilt riddling my stomach knowing he was here alone. 

“Did Eddie?” He counters with a hiss. 

I wince at his tone. “Dustin,” 

“Don’t. You lied to me. Both of you did!” He’s mad. He’s hurt. 

“Please, Dustin. I promise. We got caught in the rain. I tried waiting out the storm, but we fell asleep. I’m sorry.” He ignores my apology. 

“I’m heading to Mike’s. I’m not covering for you again until you tell me what’s going on.”

He storms out of the house. I wince as the door slams. I hear the garage creak open. I go to the window and watch him ride off on his bike. I look up at the sky. 

I hope it doesn’t rain again. 

I glance at the clock on the kitchen wall, it’s 11 a.m. I sigh. I know I messed up with Dustin. I feel bad for lying to him. But at the same time, it’s been better this way—less expectations, less judgment. I make my way up to my room. My mind lost in the sea of guilt, thinking of ways to make it up to him— to fix this. I fall onto my bed with a thud. 

My head nearly hits the wooden headboard. I close my eyes, listening to the sound of the fan swirling over head and a gentle tap on my window…wait what? My eyes peel open and turn towards the window. The sheer curtain reveals a shadow behind it. I get up and pull the fabric back. That devilish smile and big doe eyes pleading for entry. I shake my head, hiding a wide grin. I push the window open, allowing him inside. 

“Not even apart for 10 minutes and you already wanna see me again?” I jest, biting my lip.

“You are very addictive Princess.” He crawls inside, towering over me as he regains his balance. 

“Is that so?” I pry, releasing a smirk I am no longer able to contain. 

He picks me up, placing my lips on his. One hand on my ass, the other tangled in my hair. My arms wrap around his neck. He hums happily against the kiss. 

“Anyone home?” He asks, a wicked grin growing across his cheeks. 

I shake my head, Dustin. 

“Eddie…” I start, but before I can finish my thought he tosses me on my bed. 

I giggle. He encages me. He places kisses across my face and down my neck. He strips the sweater off my body, tossing it to the side. His hands rake though my hair, falling down my body. One hand kneads my breast while the other finds the hem of my dress. I bite my lip as his lips fall down my body. His head falling between my thighs again. 

“Ran off without breakfast. Had to come back for some.” He kisses up my leg, nibbling the inside of my thigh as he inches closer to my clothed cunt. 

I throw my head back. His fingers pull my panties to the side. His tongue dips in the slick. His tongue flattens, licking a thick stripe through my folds. I shiver, inhaling a sharp breath. His tongue circles my clit, slowly. His lips encase around the sensitive bud. Eddie’s head buries further up my skirt. I can’t see his head, but I can feel his tongue quicken its pace. 

I throw my head back. My hands grasp the headboard behind me. My fingers claw into the wood. He bobs his head up and down lapping up my juices. His pace never faltering. Moans and the squelching sounds from my wet pussy fill the room. He hums, groaning as I squirm under his tongue. I push down, begging for more friction. I grind against his face. He holds my hips in place, swiveling them for me. I moan louder. 

My hands wrap around the wooden posts on one side of my queen bed. Eddie’s tongue devours my aching cunt. He acts starved. I guess it is his breakfast…or so he said. My legs collapse around his head, pulling him closer. His name falls from my lips like a prayer. The coil in my stomach grows tighter as the tip of his tongue flicks my clit quickly. His mouth encases my entire cunt sucking and licking it until the coil snaps. I release all over his mouth. But he doesn’t release me. He eats me out…harder. His tongue flicks quicker. He wants more. He wants another round. I happily cum again. 

Another wave washes over me. My body spent. I feel a glossy shine cover my skin. Eddie slowly licks away the excess cum. Some of it has dribbled onto my bed spread, but I don’t care. Eddie places one final kiss on my clit before reemerging from underneath my dress. His face coated in my slick. He licks his lips. I shake my head, covering my mouth. I cannot hide the smile or giggles. He crawls up onto me. His body pressing firmly against my own. 

“Delicious, you should be on a five star menu.” He boasts. I slap his chest. 

“Then how would you ever be able to afford me, Munson.” I tease. 

He tosses his head side to side. His hair bouncing as he does. “You have a point.” He mutters. 

I bring him into a heated kiss. Our bodies press together, hips grinding. Just as I’m about to return the favor, by unbuckling his handcuff belt there is a knock on my door. I push him off. He scrambles towards the closet, gently closing the door. I grasp my robe and throw it on over my dress.

Claudia—fuck, how long has she been home? 

“Hey, Dustin said you had to work an extra shift.” I answer. 

“Yeah, small emergency came in right before I got off. I offered to help. He said you were at Robin’s last night. You got stuck in the storm?” She asks.

I nod. “Yeah, I felt bad having Dustin here alone, but I knew I wouldn’t have made it back in that mess.” I lie, giving a pitiful grin. 

“Well, I’m glad you are both safe. Where is he by the way?” She asks, offering a small smile. 

“Mike’s. I’m not sure when he’ll be back. I think he’s mad I wasn’t here.” I kinda lie. He was more mad with who I was actually with. I avoid her gaze. She tuts. 

“He’ll be okay. You know how he is, especially with you.” She sounds tired, but chipper. 

“Go, rest. I’ll make dinner tonight.” I offer, returning my eyes to her. 

“Thank you, sweetheart.” She pats my flushed cheek. She gives me a quick glance. “You okay? You feel warm.” Nurse mode has kicked in. 

I pull back, nodding a little. “I’m fine. Just gonna hop in the shower, cool down.” I lie through a grin. 

She simply nods and heads back downstairs to her room. I shut the door, locking it quickly. I lean against the door, releasing a heavy breath. 

His arms snake around my waist. “A shower?” He coos. 

He peels the robe off my body. His fingers trickle down my back, finding my zipper and pulls it down slowly. His other hand falls on my bare back, tracing the curve of my spine. I arch against his gentle touch. My dress falls around my ankles. Eddie picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bathroom. He shuts the door with his boot, locking it. He turns on the water, getting it to a proper temperature, all while holding me in his arms. We place light kisses against our skin. My lips find his neck as he adjusts the water. Once it’s perfect, I slip through his grip. My knees falling on the tile floor. I pull at his handcuff belt. Tugging it off his jeans and slipping the denim fabric off as quickly as possible. 

“Eager aren’t we.” He jests. 

I climb up his body. One hand palms his clothed cock. The other works to pull off his jackets and his top. He helps, willingly. I pull back, admiring his body again. I moan into a deep kiss. Our tongues battle for dominance. He wins, of course. But I suck his tongue gaining the upper hand moments later. I leave his lips quickly, begging to suck something else. I fall back onto my knees. My fingers tap along his happy trail. My eyes glide up his body. His breath hitches. I give an innocent smile as the tips of my fingers pull his black boxers down. His cock hits his stomach as it springs free. I bite my lip. My eyes never leaving Eddie’s as I grip his dick. I spit on it, pumping him slowly. He throws his head back. I haven’t even begun and he’s putty in my hands. I place butterfly kisses across his shaft. I find the base. My tongue flattens, licking up his shaft along a deep vein. He shutters. His eyes roll back, tongue hanging out. 

“Fuck, Y/N!” He groans. 

I take as much of his cock in my mouth as I can. I hallow my cheeks and can almost fit all of him in. His tip hits the back of my throat, as I bob my head up and down. I find a good pace. Saliva spills from the corners of my mouth as I gag around his erection. His hands find my hair. His fingers get tangled in my locks. Eddie rocks his hips back and forth, slowly fucking my face. He doesn’t want to hurt me, but I want him to cum down my throat. 

I pick up my pace. Focusing on his tip for a moment. I bring my hands up, placing them on his thighs. One hand scratches at his inner thigh. He groans louder, spreading his legs a little more. The other hand, grabs his balls and juggles them gently. His tongue lulls out. My name spills from his lips. The running water hides his growing moans. I feel him convulse. He’s close, so close. He tries to pull away, but I grab his ass, pushing him against my face tighter. I taste his hot seed, as it shoots down my throat. I swallow every last drop. Eddie pulls my head off with a pop. 

“Fuck!” He exhales. 

“Please, Eddie.” I beg. 

He pushes me to the shower. The water is perfect. The pressure falls on my clit, making me moan a little. Eddie wraps his arms around my back. He lines his spent dick against my swollen cunt. My hands find the wall, balancing as he shoves his length into my shaking body. Eddie rests his head in the crook of my neck. He peppers kisses along my pulse. His fingers find my clit, rubbing hard and fast against the sensitive bud. I throw my head back onto his shoulder. 

Curses and his name sound muffled under the water. His cock hits my cervix, as he bends me forward, fucking me into the wall of the shower. His free hand finds my mouth, covering it with his palm. I drool over it as he continues to fuck me relentlessly. I scream against his palm. The coil in my stomach snaps again. A gush of cum coats his dick and my thighs. 

One, two, five more pumps and he hilts as deep as he can into my cunt. Streams of hot ropes expel from him. His seed again coating my walls. Heavy pants and heated kisses are swapped as the water washes away the mess. Eddie gently holds me against his body. His hand reaches for a wash cloth. He smooths it over my aching cunt, cleaning up any excess that was missed.

“Let me take care of you, princess. Properly this time.” He coos in my ear. 

I nearly fall onto the shower floor. Eddie is so rough in bed, but so gentle after the fact. I enjoy his soft touches. His sweet whispers. I hum happily against him. Our lips catching each others. It’s a blissful moment. But the water soon turns cold. Eddie turns it off. He wraps a towel around my body, and carries me to bed. I watch as he pulls his boxers and jeans back on. He leaves his shirt and jackets off. I bite my thumb, enjoying the view. His big brown eyes find mine staring. His cheeks turn as dusty pink. 

“You’re so handsome, Eddie Munson.” I breathe. 

He saunters over slowly. His lips capture mine again. Eddie peels the towel off my body. His hands run over my damp skin. Goosebumps form along my heated body. I feel him slip my panties back on. He hands me his top. I smooth it over as it falls on my torso. His Hellfire shirt—I shake my head, laughing at him. 

“I told you. You can’t take it off.” He teases, tickling my sides. I laugh harder. 

“Yeah, you said that last night too. And if I recall, you’re the one who insisted it come off.” We fall onto the bed, our limbs tangling together. “You said, I gotta see you, all of you.” I laugh harder. His lips fall deeper against mine. He nods, admitting his quote.