Christina

the rain hammered against the corrugated metal roof of eddie’s trailer, a steady, insistent rhythm that seemed to mirror the quickening beat of your own heart. he was on top of you, a comfortable weight against your back, his hands tangled in your hair, pulling gently at the loose strands. his mouth was moving against yours, a slow exploration that tasted of cheap beer and the cigarettes he smoked. you responded with small, involuntary moans, a fragile sound lost amidst the drumming rain and eddie’s low hum—a mix of pleasure and a surprising tenderness. his head spun, tilting slightly as he absorbed your reactions, a genuine amusement flickering in his dark eyes.

then, abruptly, he pulled back, a slight smirk playing on his lips. just as he was about to flip you both over, giving you the chance to take control, you yelped, a sharp, involuntary sound that startled even him.

the amusement vanished from his face, replaced by a swift concern that tightened his brow. "what was that? you okay?" he asked, his voice soft, laced with genuine worry.

he brushed a stray strand of hair from your cheek, his fingertips lingering for a moment, sending a shiver through you. you shook your head, a blush creeping up your neck, staining your skin a delicate pink.

“sorry, eds,” you mumbled, the words barely audible. “um… can we save that for another night?”

eddie froze, his body still positioned above you, and a confused frown deepened on his face. you and eddie had been intimate several times now—passionate, even messy sometimes—but this felt different. this was the first time someone had taken charge, demanded something from you, and you hadn't known how to respond. you’d always given just as much, exploring his touch, offering your warmth, but this... this felt like a leap you weren’t quite ready to make. still, he wouldn't push, a quiet understanding radiating from him. he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, a small, reassuring gesture.

“yeah, of course,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”

your heart fluttered. you always appreciated how great of a boyfriend eddie was—the way he anticipated your needs before you voiced them, the unwavering patience he possessed, the absolute refusal to pressure you into anything you weren’t truly ready for. he did everything he could to create a space where you felt safe, utterly and completely comfortable, and it was a comfort you hadn’t realized you craved so desperately until he’d offered it. he was the first boyfriend you’d ever truly done things with sexually, a fact that hung heavy in the humid air of the trailer, a potent mixture of excitement and vulnerability.

still, you couldn't shake the embarrassment, a prickly heat rising in your cheeks that threatened to spill over into a full blush. you were his girlfriend now, yet the simple act of intimacy remained a landscape of anxieties. the memory of his touch, even momentarily withdrawn, sparked a nervous tremor through you. it wasn't a rejection of him, not at all—you found his presence intoxicating, his laughter infectious —but the sheer novelty of it all, the responsibility of inhabiting such a deeply personal space with someone you cared about, left you feeling acutely aware of your own awkwardness.

you were his girlfriend, and you still got nervous around him, a disconcerting realization that settled deep within your stomach like a cold stone. the thought of disappointing him, of not meeting his expectations, fueled the self-consciousness.

a month had passed, and now you were crammed into eddie’s old van, the scent of greasy burgers from benny’s filling the air.

eddie, predictably unpredictable, brought up that fateful night, his voice cutting through the silence. "hey, you remember a month ago when you came over? it was when that huge storm came," he said, his tone casual, almost conversational.

you flipped through the memories in your mind, the events of that night playing out like a vivid movie reel. the thunder, the rain, the way your heart raced as eddie pulled you close...

realization dawned on you, and you let out a soft giggle. "oh, yeah! yeah, i remember. i ended up getting stranded there for a couple hours," you replied, the memory still tinged with excitement.

eddie chuckled, taking a large bite of his burger, the juices dripping down his chin. you couldn't help but smile at the sight, finding even his messiness endearing. you leaned over to wipe some of the grease off with your napkin. he tried to playfully bite your arm when you pulled away, making you laugh.

then, in a single sentence, he shattered the easygoing atmosphere. "yeah, i know. but uh... that night, i tried to initiate something. you looked a little nervous about it," he said, his voice low and heavy with implication.

you froze, realizing what he was getting at, the conversation from that night coming back to you in vivid detail. the way he had tried to flip you both over, giving you the chance to take control, to be on top... and how you had panicked, yelped, and ultimately brushed off the idea.

your cheeks flamed with embarrassment, a fierce heat that spread from your face to the tips of your ears. you could feel eddie’s gaze on you, his dark eyes searching your face for answers. the van suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker, as if the very space between you and him had been sucked out. you swallowed hard, your mouth dry, the burger forgotten in your lap. how do you explain this to him? how do you articulate the swirl of nerves and anxiety that had seized you that night, the fear of disappointing him, of not measuring up to his expectations?

you cleared your throat, the sound harsh in the sudden silence of the van. "it’s... it's not really a big deal," you mumbled, your words tumbling out in a rush, an attempt to deflect and distance yourself from the uncomfortable truth.

eddie tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made you squirm. his dark eyes seemed to see right through you, reading the lie for what it was—a flimsy excuse, a feeble attempt to change the subject.

he leaned back against the worn leather seat, his burger forgotten in his hand. "hey, come on," he said softly, his tone gentle but firm. "we can talk about anything, remember? no secrets between us." he reached out, his hand hovering near yours, an unspoken invitation. "if something's bothering you, if you don't want to be intimate anymore, you can just tell me. i’m not going to push you or make you uncom—“

your heart clenched at his words, a painful twist of emotion. the thought of him believing you didn't want to be with him, that you were pulling away from him... it was unbearable.

you shook your head vigorously, your voice rising in protest. "no, no, it's not that! i do want to be intimate with you, i swear. you know that, right?" your eyes searched his face, desperate for reassurance, for confirmation that he understood the depth of your feelings for him.

eddie’s expression softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "of course i know that," he murmured, his hand finally closing the distance between you, his fingers intertwining with yours. the contact was electric, sending a jolt of warmth up your arm, chasing away the lingering chill of embarrassment. "but there's something else, isn't there? something you're not telling me."

you hesitated, your tongue darting out to wet your suddenly dry lips. the words hung on the tip of your tongue, a confession you were terrified to make but knew you needed to. "i… i’ve never..." you started, the admission trailing off into silence. eddie waited patiently, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand, a soothing motion that helped you find the courage to continue.

"i’ve never ridden anyone before," you finished in a rush, the words tumbling out like a confession. "the idea makes me a little nervous."

eddie’s eyes widened slightly, surprise etched across his handsome features. for a moment, he simply stared at you, processing your confession. then, slowly, a grin began to spread across his face, transforming his expression into one of pure adoration. "well, damn," he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "here i was thinking you didn't find me attractive enough or something."

relief washed over you like a tidal wave, the tension in your shoulders melting away. eddie’s reaction, his willingness to joke about the situation rather than dwell on it, was exactly what you needed.

you laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within your chest. "shut up," you teased, playfully swatting at his arm. "like you have any reason to complain."

he caught your hand mid-swat, bringing it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. his dark eyes sparkled with mischief, a glint that sent a shiver down your spine.

"oh, i don't know about that," he purred, his voice low and husky. “ i mean, one of these days, i could definitely teach you a thing or two..."

your heart skipped a beat at his words, the promise in them igniting a fire low in your stomach. "yeah?" you breathed, the word slipping past your parted lips.

eddie nodded, his gaze locked on yours, his intent clear. "yeah," he confirmed, his thumb rubbing slow circles on the sensitive skin of your wrist. "and trust me, sweetheart, it'll be worth every second."

a week had passed since that conversation in the van, a stretch of time defined by anticipation and quiet longing. you both had been waiting for the perfect window—waiting for his uncle wayne to pull another double shift at the plant, or for your parents to be engrossed in their own lives, leaving you with precious hours of privacy.

finally, the stars aligned.

the air in eddie’s trailer was thick with the scent of cigarettes, cheap cologne, and the heavy, electric tension of desire. you were on his bed, tangled together in a heap of limbs and discarded layers. shirts had been shoved aside, jeans kicked off into a chaotic pile near the door. eddie was above you, his weight comforting rather than oppressive, his mouth claiming yours with a fervor that made your head spin. his hands roamed over your skin, mapping every curve, every sensitive spot, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

he pulled back just enough to break the kiss, his breathing ragged, before lowering himself again. this time, he didn’t aim for your lips. Instead, he trailed kisses down the column of your neck, lingering at the pulse point that hammered wildly beneath his touch. he moved lower, his lips brushing against your collarbone, then your chest, each kiss slow and deliberate, igniting nerves you hadn’t known existed. when he reached your stomach, you instinctively tried to still yourself, but a small shiver betrayed you, your hips twitching involuntarily as his tongue traced the line of your navel.

eddie paused, lifting his head to look at you. his eyes were dark, dilated with lust, but also filled with that familiar, teasing warmth. a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned back down, pressing soft, wet kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“need to make sure this pussy’s ready before it bounces on my cock, right?” he teased softly, his voice rough with want. the blunt honesty of it sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.

you let out a shaky breath, your fingers gripping the sheets, and gave a small, hesitant nod.

his hands gripped your thighs, his thumbs digging into your skin as he pulled you closer, opening you up to him. but he didn’t stop there. he looked up at you, his gaze intense and unyielding.

“i need a verbal response, sweetheart,” he murmured teasingly, the vibration of his voice humming against your most sensitive skin, sending a jolt of electricity straight up your spine. the sound brought a soft, involuntary whimper from your throat, your hips twitching in anticipation despite your nerves.

“m-mhm. you’re right,” you said shakily, the words barely forming before they were swallowed by the heavy, charged air of the room.

eddie’s smile widened, a genuine, heartwarming expression that softened the hunger in his eyes. “atta girl.”

he didn’t wait for further permission; he knew he had it. With deliberate slowness, he lowered himself between your legs, his hands resting gently on your hips to steady you, not to restrain, but to anchor.

this time, there was no teasing remark, no playful provocation. there was only focused, reverent attention.

when his tongue finally made contact, it was a slow, sweeping stroke that drew a sharp gasp from your lips. your back arched instinctively off the mattress, your fingers tangling in the sheets as the sensation overwhelmed your senses. eddie worked with a patience that bordered on artistic, exploring you with a curiosity that told you he was memorizing every reaction, every shiver, every way your body responded to him.

“look at you,” he whispered against you, his breath hot and wet, before taking you deeper. “so responsive. so perfect for me.”

the praise washed over you like warm water, easing the tension that had coiled tight in your stomach since you’d first confessed your inexperience. he wasn’t rushing. he wasn’t judging. every time you tensed up out of habit or fear, he would pause, pulling back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes searching yours.

“you’re doing so good,” he’d murmur, brushing his thumb over your hip or stroking your thigh. “just breathe for me. i’ve got you.”

his technique was masterful—a rhythmic, deliberate dance of suction, flicking tongues, and warm, wet pressure that seemed to know the precise geography of your desire. he moved from broad, sweeping strokes that teased the edges of your pleasure to small, pinpoint bursts of intensity directly where you needed it most.

"god, you feel so wet already," he’d sigh against you, the sound vibrating through your core, before shifting his focus, drawing out a deep, satisfying pull that made you gasp his name.

when you started to lose yourself in the sensation, starting to ride the edge of overwhelming feeling, you instinctively reached up, your fingers finding purchase in the thick, soft hair at the nape of his neck. you began to buck your hips upward, a sudden surge of instinct demanding more, faster. but eddie held you firmly in place, his hands anchoring your thighs to the mattress.

“easy,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding, yet saturated with affection. “you have plenty of time for that later, trust me. right now, you just lie there and let me make you feel good, yeah?”

his words were a command, but they were delivered with such tenderness that you obeyed instantly. you forced yourself to relax, to stop fighting the inevitable and instead surrender to it. eddie sensed the shift. he increased his pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you in time with the frantic licks of his tongue. he sucked on your clit with a suction that made your vision blur, alternating between slow, languid strokes and rapid, teasing flicks that built a pressure coiling tight at the base of your spine. each kiss, each suckle, brought out an involuntary moan or whimper from your parted lips. he praised every quiver, every catch of breath, every subtle shift in your muscles.

"see? you like that pace," he'd breathe, a triumphant note in his tone. "you’re being so good for me, sweet girl. so patient.”

your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, anchoring him to you as the world narrowed down to the slick heat of his mouth and the rough texture of his jeans against your thighs. a low, guttural groan vibrated directly into your core, a sound of pure pleasure that seemed to fuel eddie’s rhythm even more. he didn’t pull away; instead, he leaned into your touch, his tongue flattening out to lap at your swollen clit with relentless, teasing precision.

“i’m gonna—” you whimpered, your voice breaking into a ragged gasp. your back arched off the mattress, your toes curling so hard they ached. the coil inside you was tight, dangerously close to snapping. “eddie, i’m gonna come…”

he hummed against you, the vibration sending shivers through your entire body, but he didn’t stop. if anything, his movements became more deliberate, more focused on drawing out every last drop of sensation from you. he knew exactly what to do, his instincts sharp and attuned to your reactions. he sucked gently, then flicked rapidly, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quick, teasing touches that kept you on the edge without letting you fall too soon.

“yeah?” he whispered against your skin, his voice thick with desire. “come for me, sweetheart. let it go.”

the command broke the dam. you cried out, your hips bucking despite his earlier warning, but this time he held you firm, his hands like vices on your waist, keeping you grounded while he worked you through the climax. kt started as a deep thrum in your stomach, spreading outward in waves of intense, blinding pleasure. your inner muscles clamped down around nothing, pulsing rhythmically as the orgasm crashed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

as the waves began to subside, eddie slowed his pace. he didn’t pull away immediately. instead, he continued to kiss and lick the sensitive, oversensitive flesh, drawing out the aftershocks, ensuring you rode the high of your release for as long as possible. his tongue traced soft, soothing patterns, calming your racing heart and easing the tension from your limbs. you laid there, panting, your hand still tangled loosely in his hair, your body feeling light and electrically charged.

eddie’s grin widened as he slipped his mouth away, the cool night air brushing the heat he’d just left behind. he lifted his head just enough to meet your eyes, dark and glinting with satisfaction.

“there we go,” he whispered, his voice low and rough, “look at you, all trembling and beautiful.”

he reached up, his fingers finding the curve of your jaw, thumb tracing the line of your cheek. “you did good, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “now sit up for me.”

your limbs felt heavy, but the promise in his tone pulled you forward. you swung your legs over the edge of the mattress, the thin sheets rustling as you shifted. eddie helped you adjust, his hands steadying your hips, his breath warm against your ear.

“we’re gonna take this slow,” he said, his tone both instruction and reassurance. “i want you to feel every inch of me inside you, not just the rush.”

he shifted his weight, his own body aligning with yours. the bed creaked under the new angle, the sound a soft, intimate percussion. he leaned back, his back against the headboard, giving you space to settle onto him. the mattress dipped as you lowered yourself, his length pressing against your core. yiu could feel the faint tremor of anticipation in his muscles, the way his breath hitched as you found your balance.

“okay?” he asked, his eyes never leaving yours, the question hanging like a promise.

you nodded, feeling a mixture of nerves and thrill. “okay,” you echoed, your voice steadier than you felt.

he placed his hands on your hips, his palms warm and firm. “you’re in control now,” he said, his voice a husky whisper. “ride me the way you want.

you blinked once, twice, before the meaning of his words sank in. control. you were in control now. the realization settled into your bones, filling you with a sense of power and trepidation in equal measure.

his hands remained steady on your hips as you rocked forward experimentally, your body moving on instinct alone. the sensation was unlike anything you'd experienced before—full, overwhelming, the stretch delicious in its intensity. eddie inhaled sharply as you found your rhythm, his grip tightening fractionally on your hips.

“like this," he encouraged hoarsely, his voice strained with concentration as his hands on your hips guided you. "nice and slow."

you nodded mutely, your focus narrowing down to the slide of skin against skin, the drag of muscle against nerve ending. up and down, your hips rolled almost imperceptibly, but the effect was immediate. eddie’s breath grew ragged, his hips canting involuntarily to meet your movement.

“that’s it," he gasped, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fought the urge to buck into your embrace. "fuck, you feel so good."

pride blossomed in your chest at his reaction, a fierce joy suffusing your limbs. you leaned forward, changing the angle subtly. eddie’s head fell back against the pillow, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed a strangled groan.

"yeah," he breathed, his eyelids fluttering closed as sensation threatened to overwhelm him. "just like that. you like taking this cock, huh?”

your eyes fluttered open, meeting his dark, hooded gaze. the filthy praise sent a shiver through you, your walls clamping down around him reflexively. you let out a soft whimper, the sound catching in your throat as pleasure spiraled through your core.

"mmm, yeah," he groaned, his fingers flexing into your skin. "do that again. squeeze me like that."

you bit your lip, rocking your hips in a circular motion, grinding down against him. the friction sent sparks shooting through your veins, making your head fall back. "eddie!" you gasped, the name torn from your lips.

"that’s it, baby," he panted, his voice dropping to a husky rumble. “ride this cock like you mean it. it’s all yours.”

encourage by his words, you picked up the pace, your movements becoming less tentative and more confident. your hands braced against his chest, using the leverage to lift yourself higher before sinking back down in a deliberate, punishing rhythm.

"fuckkk," he grunted, his hips surging up to meet yours. "your pussy feels so good—god, i can feel you clenching…”

your breath came in short, desperate pants, your chest heaving with exertion. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small trailer, mixing with the wet, obscene noises of your bodies joining. eddie’s hands moved from your hips to your thighs, pushing them apart to expose you more fully to his gaze.

“there," he rasped, his eyes glued to where you took him. "show me how much you love this. show me how badly you need it."

your cheeks burned, but the command sparked something primal in you. you arched your back, rolling your hips in a way that had him cursing under his breath. "i… i need..." you stammered, unable to finish the thought.

"i know," eddie breathed, his thumb finding your clit and circling it lazily. "i know what you need, sweetheart. and you're gonna get it."

the combination of his cock filling you, his thumb working your clit, and his dirty, praising words proved too much.

your movements began to falter, your thighs trembling with exhaustion as you ground down against him. small, desperate whimpers escaped your lips, the sounds mingling with eddie’s ragged breaths.

a knowing smirk tugged at his mouth. "aw, you tired, sweetheart?" his voice was rough, teasing. "tired from riding this big cock?"

you nodded helplessly, your eyes glazed with pleasure and fatigue. "mhm…"

"let me help you, yeah?" he shifted his grip, his large hands moving from your hips to your waist. before you could process the change, he began lifting and bouncing you down onto his length with practiced ease, establishing a rhythm that had both of you groaning.

“oh god!" you gasped, your hands flying to his shoulders for support. the sudden increase in speed and force sent shockwaves through your exhausted body, reigniting every nerve ending.

"atta girl," eddie grunted, his hips driving upward to meet your descent. "take every inch of me. you were doing so good, baby. listening to me so well. don’t stop now."

his words fueled what little energy you had left. you matched his movements, pushing down as hard as he lifted you up, the wet slap of flesh echoing through the room. your breasts bounced with each impact, and eddie’s gaze tracked the movement hungrily.

“so fucking pretty," he breathed, one hand sliding up to palm your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. "feels so good inside you."

you were close, so close you could feel the pressure building deep in your core. eddie must have sensed it too. "that’s it," he urged, his voice dropping to a desperate rasp. "come for me again. milk my cock, sweetheart. i’m right there with you."

your nails dug into his shoulders, your entire body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. you heard eddie’s sharp groan as he followed you over the edge, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled into you.

his hips jerked forward one last time, pressing hard against you as thick, hot spurts filled you, each pulse a warm, liquid rush that spread through your core and made your walls flutter around him. you could feel the rhythmic throbbing of his release, the way his cock twitched and softened inside you, sending a lingering heat that mingled with the aftershocks of your own climax. a soft, satisfied sigh escaped his lips as he stilled, his forehead resting against yours, both of you trembling in the aftermath.

his breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling rapidly against yours, and for a moment the only sound in the room was the ragged inhale and exhale of two bodies slowly coming down from the high. eddie’s hands, still gripping your waist, eased their hold, his thumbs tracing gentle circles over your skin as he tried to ground himself. he lifted his head just enough to brush his lips against yours in a soft, lingering kiss—tender, reverent, a silent thank you for the trust you’d given him.

you smiled into the kiss, your lips still tingling from the intensity, and returned it with equal softness, feeling his breath mingle with yours.

when you finally parted, eddie’s dark eyes searched yours, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "how was it?" he asked, his voice rough but warm.

a genuine smile spread across your face, your cheeks flushed and your hair disheveled. "i’d definitely do it again," you answered honestly, punctuating the statement with a soft laugh. "thanks to you being a good teacher."

he chuckled, pressing another quick kiss to your forehead. "anytime, sweetheart. anytime."