“Oh, you are not!” You laugh at Eddie, leaned against the wall, smoking.
“Oh but he is.” Steve confirms. “I've seen it.”
I feel the thrill shiver through me as my fantasies adjust to include this new information.
“You ok, sweetheart?” Eddie asks with a knowing smirk.
“Yep. Great. Fine.” You say, totally normally.
“You wanna see it, don't you?” He tosses his spent butt to the ground and pushes off the wall. “Come on, we'll go to my van, I'll show you.”
“Wait. What?” You aren't sure what alternate reality you've stumbled into but you did not just get asked to come see Eddie Munson's pierced dick in a parking lot.
Steve nudges you. “Come on.”
You follow and Eddie is climbing into the back of the van. He holds his hand out to help you up, and Steve follows, closing the van doors behind him.
Eddie sits, getting comfortable with some cushions he keeps in the van.
You lick your lips as you wait.
“It's, uh, more impressive if I'm at attention.” Eddie says.
“Oh, sure.” You say like this is a totally normal conversation.
Steve chuckles. “You wanna help him with that?”
Your eyes widen. “You, me?”
Eddie smiles. “If you want to.”
You groan, “Eddie, are you playing with me?”
Eddie’s voice goes low and gravelly. “Do you want me to?”
You just stare, unsure.
“Come on, sweetheart. You can see it, and if you want, you can feel it.”
Your thighs squeeze together. Your fantasies have been a pale imitation. “Please.”
“Come here.” Eddie pats his lap. You straddle him and he pulls you into a kiss. His mouth is soft and warm, there's a hint of his cigarette still lingering but you also taste mint. He had popped one in on the way to the van.
Your hips rock against him as you squirm.
“That's right,” he whispers. “You want it, yeah?”
“Yes,” you say breathlessly.
“Keep moving those hips, baby girl.” Eddie's hands grab your hips, moving you against him.
You feel him hardening beneath you and shiver. Then you remember Steve. You look over to him, his eyes are heavy lidded and you feel a thrill at being watched.
Eddie chuckles. “Yeah, baby, Stevie likes to watch. Sometimes he joins in, that ok?”
“Mmmmm, yes.” You say as your clit rubs just the right way over his clothed cock.
Eddie moves you off his lap and undoes his tight jeans, tugging them down, his boxers going with them.
You stare at his length, he's long, pink, and pretty with a stud right under the head.
“Like what you see?”
You nod, your panties are soaked.
“Want to feel it?”
Your hand moves toward him but he stops you.
“Not like that, baby. I want that tight cunt on me.” He says.
You moan, closing your eyes.
“Come on, princess, take off that cute little skirt.” Hearing Steve chime in sent a shiver of thrill through you. You wiggle out of the skirt showing your lacy panties, already soaked.
“Look at her, Steve, she's so wet for us.”
“So I see.”
Eddie hooks his fingers in your panties and drags them down your legs. “You want us, baby?”
“Yes.” It's barely a whisper.
Eddie takes you by the hips, guiding you down into his cock. You hiss as he stretches you. You immediately start moving on him, feeling the barbell brushing against you.
“Sweetheart, you are so tight.” Eddie moans.
Steve starts kissing your neck, fondling your breasts and you can feel him hard where he's pressed against your backside.
“Look, you got Steve so needy baby. You want him to join us?”
You groan. “Yes.”
“You ever taken two men at once?” Eddie asks, eyes dark and lust filled.
You shake your head no.
“Steve is such a good guy to be the first. He will take it nice and slow, baby.”
You feel Steve, with lubed fingers slip into your backside, gently and slow. The sensation is new, but not a bad one. You push against his hand.
“Ready for more,” he asks.
You nod, not able to speak with all the sensations. He slips another finger in, making scissoring motions. “Oh”
“Does that feel nice?”
You nod again. “Yes”
“I'll be gentle, baby.”
Steve takes his fingers out and you feel him press against your hole. “Push back on me, take it at your pace, baby.”
You do and it feels like so much. “So full” you murmur.
Steve goes back to kissing your neck as you start moving, now riding them both.
You can't take it for long, the amount of sensations sending you to your climax quickly. You cry out as you come, your body clamping around the two men.
Eddie and Steve both groan. Eddie starts fucking into you faster, and Steve thrust a few more times before he comes. Eddie keeps going.
“We can get one more, yeah, sweetheart?”
He rolls you so he's on top and keeps pounding relentlessly into you.
“Oh, fuck, Eddie.”
“Yeah, come on, one more baby, let's go.”
You shatter around him and pull him to you for a kiss. You feel him twitch and release inside you.
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Eddie held him against the wall by his throat. “Is this what you wanted?”
Steve nodded and swallowed. “Yes.”
“Yes, sir.” Eddie amended.
Steve whimpered. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
Steve moaned at the praise.
Eddie smiled, wickedly. “You want me to bring your fantasies to life, don't you, baby?” When Steve merely whimpered, Eddie continued. “Want me to tie you up fuck you with no prep? Want me to make it hurt for you, baby? I'll make you hurt so good you come.”
“God, yes, sir.” Steve was already a mess, flushed and half lidded. Eddie loved it.
“Want me to choke you? Mark you up and show everyone you belong to me?”
Steve whined, nodding.
“Need words, Stevie.”
“Fuck. Yes, please, sir.”
“Good boy.” Eddie moved Steve from the wall, pushing him into the bed. “I'm going to give you what you need, my sweet Stevie.”
He made quick work of tying Steve's wrists together and attached them to the headboard. He ripped Steve’s boxers off leaving Steve exposed, head weeping with precum already.
Eddie lubed himself up then lined up to Steve's unpreped hole. “What's your safe word, pet?”
“Red.”
“Good boy.” Eddie slammed into Steve fast and rough. Steve groaned and his hole fluttered around Eddie's cock. “God damn, Steve. Fucking perfect.”
Steve writed against the intrusion, pulling at the restraints. “Please, move, go. Please, sir “ his words were breathless.
Eddie began to move his hips, slapping against the backs of Steve's thighs. He got his rhythm and then moved on hand to Steve's throat, squeezing just enough. Steve arches into it.
“Fuck.” Eddie groaned out. “You're doing so good for me. Taking me so well.”
Steve moaned and squirmed. Eddie leaned down biting and sucking on any part of Steve he can.
“Gripping me so hard. Such a good fucking boy.” Eddie was already so close. His moved his hand from Steve's throat, wrapping around his weeping cock. “Come for me, baby.”
Steve groaned and his hips bucked. He moaned Eddie's name as his come spurted on Eddie's hand. His hole squeezed down on Eddie.
“Fuck, Steve.” He came deep in Steve.
He laid beside him, pulling Steve close. He untied him and rubbed his arms and his sides. “Was that what you needed?”
Steve hummed and nodded. Eddie took time to clean him up and wrap him in a blanket, cuddling him close.
Steve curled into him,pressing kisses on his pale inked chest. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, my love.” Eddie kissed his head.
You pulled against the silk scarves as he teased you. With the blindfold on, you couldn't tell where he would strike next.
His lips touch your ear, “I love when you start to squirm for me, angel, you look so beautiful like this.”
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On a whim, you bought this leather corset to wear to his show. It was a big night, and there was supposed to be a talent scout there. You wanted to put in extra effort.
You'd been shocked when you saw the little store had one that would fit your curves and knew it was destiny. The store clerk showed you they had lots of plus size options, she was full figured herself and said she'd been the one behind the change in the store's inventory.
When Eddie saw you, you wanted to go back and kiss that store clerk. You came back stage like you always did before the show, just to let him know you were there.
He'd pinned you against the wall. “Princess, do you think it's ok for you to look this fuckable around other people?’ Your hands were being held above your head and he was lavishing your ample naked skin with his tongue. You knew you'd have marks from his teeth and lips sucking on your flesh.
“How am I supposed to play knowing you're out there looking like this? Huh? Fuck. Your tits look glorious in this, angel.”
It did a good job of pushing them up and you definitely felt sexy. “Eddie,” you gasp as he continued feasting on every exposed inch of you.
A knock on the door was what finally pulled him off of you. “Times up, Ed,” Gareth said through the closed door.
Eddie huffed.and tried to adjust himself in his tight pants. “Baby, fuck, just put this on for me, ok?” He tosses his battle jacket to you and you gladly slipped it on, smelling him on the fabric. It would never button up on you, but it slid on your shoulders enough to make him feel better.
You went out and stood with the other girlfriends of the guys and sang along with the set.
“This one goes out to my angel, the most beautiful gal in this bar,” Eddie said right before the last song of the night. “I love you, and can't wait to get you home tonight “
After, the song and the stage was cleared, Eddie had your wrist in his hand, pulling you from the venue.
“Eddie, wait!”
“Can't. Need to get you home. Now “ his mouth crashed on to yours as he pressed you against the van.
You wanted to ask if he'd talked to the music rep, if he even showed up, but his tongue was in your mouth and you lost that train of thought.
When you made it home, you were wet and wanting and Eddie looked like he was going to literally eat you alive.
He pushed you onto the mattress and tied you so you were at his mercy. He pulled your skirt and panties off but left on the corset. “You think you can show up like this, in public, and not know how naughty you're being, angel?”. He put a blindfold on you and gets close to your ear and whispers. “I've been hard for you all night, you brat. I want you to know how that feels.”
Now, he'd been at this for over an hour you know, but you're not sure how long since you're blindfolded and tied up still. He'd slap your ass then suck a nipple into his mouth. He'd lick into your slick cunt, then move to sucking on your neck. He was slowly driving you mad.
You pulled against the silk scarves as he teased you. With the blindfold on, you couldn't tell where he would strike next.
His lips touched your ear, “I love when you start to squirm for me, angel, you look so beautiful like this.”
“Eddie, please.” You begged, you needed him.
“Oh baby girl, I'll take care of you don't worry. My cock is dying to slip into that sweet sweet pussy and fill you up.”
I groaned and pulled against the scarves again.
I felt the bed dip as Eddie finally nestled between my thighs. “Fuck, I wish you could see yourself like this. Baby, you are glowing for me. So wet and ready for me.”
His hands continued their paths over my flesh, and I whimpered with my need.
“Ask for it.” He demanded.
“Please, Eddie, need your cock.”
He groaned and finally slid into you. He slammed into you hard, then slowly pulled back, doing it over and over and over.
“Eds, fuck,.so good.”
“I bet every man in that room wishes they were right here, right now, getting gripped by your right cunt. Fuck. You feel perfect.”
I've been so worked up, it only takes a few moments like this for me to come, shattering around him.
“Fuck, squeezing me so well,” his hips started stuttering in their pacing and you knew he was close.
You clamped your walls around him, and he groaned as he filled you up.
He fell onto your body and began to untie you, rubbing your wrists and ankles, then removed your blindfold.
He fingered the edge of your corset. “This is my favorite, but leave it for home use, baby cause I don't wanna go to jail for murder.”
He snuggled you close as you come down from you post orgasm high, cooing praise in your ear.
You were definitely going back to thank that sales clerk.
You didn't know how you ended up here, grease covered mechanics uniform strewn on the floor and Eddie fucking Munson between your thighs, face first.
You couldn't stand the asshole. It had started back in high school when he laughed at you for wanting to join Hellfire. The younger sister of Hawkins Elite could never be one of them, right? That's what Eddie had said.
It had hurt. He'd pegged you from the jump as a snotty preppy cheerleader wanna be. When you and your sister were as different as night and day. You loved her, you got along with her, but you weren’t her.
So the rest of your high school career, you'd spent being the biggest bitch you could be to the freak. Then you'd even gone off to college, and made your way back to Hawkins and still his face made your heart lurch when you walked in to get your car looked at.
He owned the auto shop now. Munson Auto Repair. You should have known when you saw the name. But you'd just walked in with a smile and a "I really need help."
Eddie had turned on his heel pausing only a moment before a sneer took over his features. Turning his beautiful face into a twisted grimace.
"What do you want?" He'd asked less than friendly.
"M-my car is acting up, making a weird noise. It's shaking when it's idling." You felt the press of hot tears in your eyes. And you pinched your nose to try to stop them.
The venomous way he spoke to you trudged up those memories, fresh.
"I'll get to it when I can. Leave me the keys."
You handed him the car keys, then he turned and walked away. What did he expect you to do, pull out a broom and fly home?
You made the uncomfortable chair in the lobby area your home for the foreseeable future. You did get a book out of your car to read, thankfully. You pulled it out of your bag now, and tried to get comfy to read.
When hours had passed, you closed the book. Eyes strained and ass sore from the barely there padding on the chair. You realized they must be closed. All the other guys had finished and Eddie was under your car.
You were sure he had purposefully made you wait all day, saving you for last. You'd seen others come and go all day, serviced almost immediately.
Asshole.
Eddie couldn't believe his eyes when you walked in, as cute as you ever have been curves and sunshine. But then he remembered what a bitch you could be and put a snarl on his face when he asked what you wanted.
All through school you'd spit the moniker freak like it was a bad word everyone he so much as breathed your same air. You weren't part of the elite like you princess of a sister but you had been snotty to him either way.
It didn't keep him from dreaming about you most nights and sighing your name when he came in his morning showers.
If only you weren't such a bitch.
He decided he'd keep you waiting as some payback, taking many other walk-ins before your car. Then, before he knew it, it was time to lock up, send the others home, and you were still waiting.
Shit. He would have to stay and fix it up. He hadn't meant to make you stay this long. But you'd been reading and you were soft, not on edge like you always were around him. And the sun shone around you through the big shop windows.
He was definitely going to have a dream about you tonight.
The thought of feeling your plush lips against his. Of feeling you soft velvety skin as he ran his calloused hands all over you. Fuck.
He adjusted the gray pants of his uniform and looked over. You'd finally put your book down. And he was nearly finished anyway.
Wiping his hands on his rag, he walked over. "Almost done. Look, sorry it took so long. I didn't really mean to be here after close like this." His hand scratched the back of his neck.
"I think you did." You said, but it wasn't harsh or bitchy like he'd expected from you. "Listen, Eddie, I was a bitch to you in high school because of first impressions. And I know you thought it was some sort of pay back to make me wait all day." You stood, back stiff from the chair. "I get it." Your arms crossed over your chest. He noticed how it pushed your chest up.
He huffed a laugh out. "Yeah. I meant to do it for like an hour, not all day, I just lost track of time, I guess." He confessed. But he knew he just wanted to piss you off.
"Right." You started to put your book into your bag and he caught a glimpse. The Silmarillion with a beautiful blue leather cover on it.
He smiled, but you didn't see it.
"How much?" You're pulling out your wallet.
He thought about it, the right thing would be to just let you take off since he'd wasted your day, but he wanted to push your buttons. "$250." He spouted a random number. The part he used was like thirty bucks.
He couldn't be serious with that price, could he? Your jaw dropped. "Fuck." You felt the tears again. You had just moved, got a new apartment, your funds were tight, but you had to have the car.
The way he was looking at you, had you thinking. His face was set in a smirk, saying he was getting something over on you.
It caused your blood to boil. Not just in anger. Why was he allowed to be so fucking handsome and such a jackass?
You looked at him and stepped closer. "I have another idea for a payment, freak." You spit the word like acid and he tensed under your hands.
He threaded his hands in your hair and pulled your head back. "You still have that bitchy streak, huh?" He crashed his mouth to yours and backed you into the wall, hard.
He didn't mind his teeth as he nipped and kissed you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the wall above your head and he broke the kiss.
"Think I'll accept your cunt for trade, huh? Think the old freak is that hard up?" He looked lust blown and furious at the same time, and you quivered.
It was hot as fuck, actually.
"I think you want me bad enough to do it, yeah?" You rolled your body against him and felt his hard cock against your hip. Your turn to smirk. "See?"
"You're such a fucking brat." He said but his mouth found yours again, his leg pressed between your thighs. "I should put you in your place, princess." He whispered close to your ear, his breath warming the shell and sending tingles down your spine.
Princess. The word was scathing, not a pet name but a negative label of your upbringing.
"Do it then." You gave him a hard look, jaw up.
He used his grip on your wrists to drag you into the office, there was a couch there and he pushed you down, roughly. He stripped off his lothes first then pulled your pants and panties off, no grace or tenderness, just the rush to see you naked. He groaned as your glistening cunt made her debut. He dropped to his knees and plunged face first into you core. You bucked up into his face.
"Fuck." Your hands wound into his hair, holding him close. You rode him as he licked into you. He sucked your clit and used his teeth to shoot sensations through to your soul. "Eddie," you moaned.
He slipped two fingers into your aching entrance. His thick fingers working you open.
You'd caught sight of how huge he was when he stripped and you were thankful for the prep. You came quicker than anyone has ever made you come before, fueled by spite and lust.
"Get up here and fuck me, Munson." You pulled him up by his hair. You both wanted to dominate the other. He made the prettiest fucked out sound and rimmed into your hot tight pussy.
"Shit, I should have done this in high school. But you wouldn't have wanted the freak to taint your princess status, huh?"
You wanted him to shut up. But his words twisted in you in a way you didn't want to admit to. His voice was crackling and lower than normal as he pounded into you. "You never. even knew. me. You just. assumed. You jerk." The breathless statement came out in grunts as he basically folded you in half, knees nearly by your own ears.
His eyes flashed at you. "Yeah? That why you treated me like shit the whole time, princess? Just a nice girl? Is that why you're letting me fuck you like a slut now?"
Your eyes rolled back and you felt hot all over. Why was this such a fucking turn on?
"So careless, princess. Letting me go in raw. Fucking want me to knock you up? Make you a mommy? Want to tell everyone you're having the freak's baby?"
You came around him again.
"Fuck, baby, feels so good when you squeeze me like that."
Does he ever fucking shut up?
Hammering into you now at a seemingly impossible pace, he made you feel aftershocks from the intense orgasm that just took you.
"Gonna come inside you, princess." And he did. Hot jizz painted your insides and you moaned with pleasure.
He laid on you, still folded.
"Get off. Can't breathe!"
He laughed as he pulled out, and you hissed at the loss of him.
Then he did something you wouldn't have imagined. He grabbed some paper towels and ever so gently cleaned you up.
"I didn't know you." He finally agreed with what you'd said. "But uhm, if you wanna, I'd like to try." He blushed.
"Pussy that good?" You asked with a shocked look on your face. Could it work out with you two being so at odds for so long?
He shrugged. "It was alright." Then his face split in a grin.
"Asshole." You said, pulling your pants back on, panties missing.
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The drive from the airport to the small town of Hawkins was not your favorite to drive. Lots of winding back roads and speed traps. It was early spring, and mother nature thought it would be fun to have one last winter storm.
"Can you believe this? This kind of snow in April? It's getting crazy out there." The guy at the car rental place was chatting with you as he processed the last car to you.
"Hopefully it doesn't get too crazy until I get to my folks house." You said back to him.
"Well, you sure are lucky! The SUV should at least do well in the weather." He had you sign a few papers. "Here's the keys." He then put up a sign to show they were out of cars.
"You've got to be kidding me!" The guy behind you said, and you turned to
give him an apologetic look.
Wait.
"Eddie Munson?" You were kind if shocked to see him. He looked a lot like he used to but he had facial hair now and his long slender frame had filled out a bit. Your mouth went a little dry looking at him.
"That's me." He was looking you up and down. He was trying to pinpoint just who he was looking at as he drank you in. You're big coat covered a lot of you but he took in you're big gorgeous eyes and flushed cheeks from the cold.
You gave him your name and it was like a light bulb going off for him. "Haven't see you since high school." You smiled.
"Yeah," his hand went to the back of his neck. "You look great." He bit his lip, looking at you through his dark, long lashes. "Are you heading to Hawkins? I'd be willing to pay you half your car rental and help with gas if you let me ride with you." He swayed as he waited for your answer as if he couldn't stay still.
Eddie had always been nice to you in school. He seemed like a sweet guy. And you could really use the company too. "Sure. I'm heading to visit with my Parents," you told him. "My kid sister is getting married. You can get gas and snacks, sound fair?"
"Thank you so much!" He grabbed both his bag and yours, and you both headed to the rental.
"Where are you living now?" You asked as you pulled out of the airport parking lot.
"Hawkins, actually. I had flown to LA for an interview with a potential band, but it wasn't a good fit." He shrugged.
"Oh. Well, at least you tried. Can't achieve goals and dreams if you don't pursue them."
"How about you?"
"Oh, I've been living in Philadelphia for about a year. My job had me moved there. But they are thinking of moving back this way to Chicago by summer."
"What do you do?"
"I do training for the different offices. I usually travel most of the time, but home office is Chicago, so they want to centralize the trainers there, or so I've heard." You gave him the rundown of the telecommunications world and the things that could be possible.
"That's really interesting."
"What does Eddie Munson do when not jet setting trying out for bands?"
"Nothing exciting. I've been working at Hicks Auto since graduating."
You couldn't help but picture Eddie in one of those white tank tops, covered in grease and coveralls tied by the arms around his waist. You may have had a crush on him when you were younger. You could feel it rekindling a bit as you all talked and laughed.
The roads were starting to get slick and you slid a few times. Your hands gripped the wheel so hard your knuckles were going white.
"You ok?" Eddie asked.
"Just, it's getting hard to drive," you sighed. The snow was coming down hard. You couldn't believe how thick it was with it being the first week of April already.
"There's a hotel." Eddie pointed out. "It might be safer to stay and try to head out again in the morning when the sun is coming back up.
You agreed easily and pulled into the lot of the Sleep Inn. It wasn't a great hotel but it had one vacancy and heaters. So you all booked the room.
The doors were down a hall with green and purple carpet. Room 304 was written on the key chain. Eddie carried both your suitcases again.
Once in the room, you called your folks and then he called his uncle. Neither of you wanted your families to worry. Surprisingly, Eddie had a second phone call he made.
"Hey, Steve." He laughed Steve something the other person said. "Can you believe this weather? Is Henderson there?"
A few moments pass. "Hey, Dustin, yeah. I won't be there til tomorrow so I'll keep you posted on when we can meet up with everyone." You heard another voice. "Yeah I've got everything ready, just need my physical being there, yeah? Tell Sinclair, Byers, and Wheeler for me will ya?" He waited on the response again. "Yeah, yeah. I'll talk to you later. Bye, kid."
You didn't want to pry really. "Steve?" You only knew one Steve in Hawkins.
"Yeah, Harrington. He's a buddy of mine. Do you remember him?"
"Uh, yeah, he's a buddy of yours?"
"Yep." The p was solid. "Turns out some people do change. And some were born perfect, like yours truly." He winked at you as he leaned back against the headboard.
Dear, God, did that send the good kind of shivers through you.
He watched you as you finally shed your giant coat. Your black turtleneck sweater hugged your shape. You jeans may as well been painted on, tucked into the back thick soled boots you had on. He shifted on the bed. You looked like his dream girl, and you'd both been able to chat and laugh this whole hell of a day.
He remembered you from school once you'd given your name. He'd always thought you were pretty back then, too. He knew you'd been too good for him, though. Too smart, bound to make it out of Hawkins. You had.
And you'd be leaving again, he reminded himself.
You grabbed your sleep clothes and headed into the little bathroom to change. The shorts and top you brought seemed to be the worst decision you could have made. They were well worn and hid nothing. They were loose but thin. If you took your bra off, Eddie would be able to see your nipples. But you'd never be able to sleep with it on.
You huffed and made the decision to just go with it. Everyone had nipples. No big deal. You folded you travel clothes and used a spare clear trash bag from the bathroom to keep the dirties separated from your clean clothes.
When you reentered the bedroom, Eddie was in sweat pants but no shirt. Nipples on full display. See. Everyone has them, you reassured yourself. But for some reason you wanted to bite him. Right on his perky rosy bud.
Eddie watched you make your way to the king sized bed. Fuck, those tits called his name. He averted his gaze hopefully before you caught him being a massive perv.
You got under the covers. It was too early for sleep just yet. You used the remote to try to find something on TV to watch. There were only a few channels on the TV and nothing promising.
"I have cards in my bag." Eddie said.
"Ok. Let's play something."
He lept up and scurried to get the deck of cards, coming back over while unsheathing the deck.
"Strip poker?" He joked. It landed, making your stomach do a flip flop.
"It'd be a short game." You deadpanned, pointing out his already severe lack in clothing. He laughed hard, head going back, and it was the most magical sound. "I'm in." You added. Something about him was calling to you.
His laugh stopped short. "Seriously?"
"Let's do it, Munson. Or are you afraid I'll see something?"
"Oh no, princess, you're on." He shuffled. "I'll have you know, I don't lose." He looked like he meant that too.
You watched his nimble fingers work the deck. He dealt and his grin was huge. Fuck, you thought looking at your hand. You didn't have anything. Not even a pair of 2s.
You didn't let it show.
The round was quick, and he laid down his winning hand. It was a straight.
Fine.
You slipped out of the tiny shorts. They weren't much longer than the little pink panties you had on anyway. Nothing to worry about.
He dealt again. Eddie was getting hard. This was a dumb idea. He literally only had on this pair of sweats. If he loses one hand, he'll be there naked and hard in front of you. And no way to hide anything. The pillow he was propping his elbows on was helping to disguise his massive boner at the moment.
Lady luck seemed to be on his side though. He had a full house this hand. Aces and queens. He watched your nose wrinkle. You had a tell. His smile widened and his eyes sparkled now.
You had three Jack's.
Well, it was panties or top. You'd be bare either way. Why didn't you leave on your socks?
You shrugged out of the pajama top and left yourself in nothing but those pink panties.
"Jesus," Eddie groaned, and you noticed the look in his eyes.
Oh. You sat a little straighter. He was looking at you like he wanted to eat you. It made you feel good. You preened a little. Maybe he was feeling it, too. "You going to deal?" And you were so proud of your voice for sounding so normal.
He dealt the cards, but he squirmed a little. He had an Ace. Nothing else.
You squeaked a little. Your eyes flashed with mischief.
Oh no, he thought.
You laid your cards out after not taking any additional cards. A flush.
Eddie lost.
"Ok, ok. Fair warning. I only have one layer on here, princess."
You felt yourself salivate at that. You watched as he slipped the dark sweats over his narrow hips. A dark thatch of hair appearing just a second before his cock sprang out.
Dear lord. He was big, and he was hard. It looked painfully hard. You were crawling across the bed toward him without realizing you were doing it. Eddie's hands grazed over you naked skin. Tingles ran through you at the contact.
"Can I kiss you, Eddie?"
Instead of answering, Eddie made first contact. You moaned against as you melted together. He pressed his body along yours. He wanted to make you sound like that again.
"Can I take these off?" Eddie's finger skimmed the elastic waist of your panties.
"Yes, please," you whined. You lifted your hips to let him slide them down your legs.
He let out a huff of breath as he kissed up your thigh. His face moved slowly towards your core. Your legs parted for his journey. His fingers kneaded your plush thighs.
He made his way to your sopping pussy.
He licked into you and sent more shivers down you spine and you hips careened up. "You taste so sweet, angel." He looked up at you, his face already shiny with your slick. It should have been embarrassing. How turned on you'd been by him just existing in the car with you today. You'd felt yourself clinch every time he laughed, ever time he gave you a heated look.
He took his time, lavishing your heat with his mouth. His teeth biting into you thigh a little. And God, you made that sound again. His dick twitched. You liked a little pain. Eddie could do that.
"That was the prettiest sound I've ever heard, angel. I'm going to do everything I can to make you keep making that sound," he sounded raspy.
"Please, Eddie, it's been so long. You've been driving me crazy all day. It hurts." Yiu were so horny your clit throbbed with need. You didn't care how whiny you sounded.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. Let me help you out." He tackled you again, firm insistent movements flicked relentlessly over your nib. The heat pooled and the tension pulled taut like a bow. Your hands pulled his curls and kept him close. You felt him giggle at that and the vibrations set you free.
"Ah, fuck, yes!" You managed while free falling.
You grouped at him, desperately needing his mouth on yours and his dick in you. He slipped between your legs easily and his mouth found yours. He tasted like you, and that was intoxicating.
You wrapped your legs around his middle, ankles hooking behind him. That pulled him closer. "Do you have a condom, doll? I didn't think I'd be needing one." He looked almost embarrassed that he didn't have one."
You burned with desired. "I'm clean. I'm on the pill. It's seriously been over a year and I'm good." It was stupid and dumb but the blood wasn't really running your brain at this point.
"You sure?" He looked. "I'm clean. Scouts honor." He held up three fingers.
You maneuvered to where he was lined up and pressed forward with you hips. He sank in, the pull of disuse and his size stretching you deliciously.
"God, fuck," you hissed as he began pumping himself into you. "I wanted this so bad in high school."
Eddie laughed and looked at you. "Really? You should have let me know. I thought you were something special." His fingers dug into your hips as he hammered himself into you. He kissed you again and the angel he moved into to do so, sent stars into your eyes. "Right there." You murmured against his lips.
"You feel so good. I wouldn't have let you go. I'd just fill you up everyday."
"Yeah." You nodded. You would ask him to. "Wanna make you feel good."
"Fuck, baby, how can you not? You feel so good, fucking perfect." He praised and you clenched at the praise. "My baby likes that, huh?"
"Fuck." You'd had long term boyfriends that took ages to find your kinks and none of them had tried to keep them up. Eddie was uncovering your needs and breathing life into them as he fucked you the first time. "Eddie, please, need you to come in me."
"You wanna be filled up by me?" He pulled out and drilled back in, hard.
"Ah!" He did it again.
"Next round, I'm gonna let your pretty self bounce on my dick. I wanna watch those tits. I wanna see you crumple when you come all over me."
Next round. Next round. You chanted it in your head. You wanted it.
The familiar flood of warmth, the build up, it was coming like a train down the tracks. Your muscles started their flutters.
"Come on, baby, squeeze me." He nearly whispered it, but it was enough. You were free falling again. Then you felt his warm white wash of release.
He pulled you into his arms, under the covers. And he held you close. He kissed your hair and sighed in contentment.
"How long did you say you were in town for?" He gave you a warm smile. "Do you need a date for the wedding?"
Your face broke into a smile. This was going to be fun!
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Steve was tired. Tired of trying to find love the way everyone else seemed to be able to. So when he got word of the Masked Ball happening at a nearby sex club called The Rut Room, He decided this was his chance to just let go and not worry about finding Mr. or Mrs. Right.
He was dressed in a sleek black, tailored suit jacket and slacks, no shirt and black boots. His mask was a delicate golden wolf mask. It was covered in jewels and filigree. It only left his lips and chin visible. He checked himself in his rearview mirror one last time. He popped on some strawberry gloss and went to the door with his invite.
He and Robin had come here once last year because a beta girl she was obsessed with at the time worked the door. And he had gotten a few invites before to come back. This apparently meant he had caught the attention of the owner. And Robin had been slightly jealous she wasn’t getting invited back like he was.
Steve didn’t know what he did when he was here last time other than be the bodyguard against the creeps trying to get Robin to Domme them. But he was finally cashing in on his luck tonight.
“This way,” the lady at the hostess stand showed him to a room that had a dance floor, and tonight, it looked like the set of a period show set in the regency.
Steve immediately drew attention. He had been off his scent blockers for days. He wanted to draw attention.
That’s right, omega on the prowl. He thought.
He was only on the floor for about twenty minutes when an alpha approached him. He could smell him for miles and it was intoxicating. The man, behind the mask, was a mass of dark curls and his black shirt was see through. Steve could see tattoos covering him. HIs mask was a black one, covered in red jewels, it was nondescript but it seemed to fit the Alpha perfectly.
Fuck, this is it. I want him. Steve thought, and this was what he wanted so badly. Just a romp with someone, to get him out of this dating funk.
“I can smell you from across the room,” the Alpha growled.
Steve nearly chirped. Shit, hold it together, Steve. “Like what you smell?”
“Yeah, I do, want to get a room?”
Right to the point. Steve liked it. “Absolutely.”
They checked into a room with an attendant. It was lush, covered in red velvet, a bed in the center with black sheets. The Alpha went to take off his mask.
“Leave it.” Steve said. He didn’t want to break the illusion of this moment.
“You don’t want to take off the masks? You’re a kinky omega, aren’t you?”
“Can be.”
Their lips came together, rough and a spark shot through Steve. The Alpha moaned into it. As the kissing went on, Steve felt his body heat up. He put his hands into the Alpha’s wild hair and tugged.
“Fuck, baby, you are driving me crazy. You smell so good.” A rumble of pleasure came from the Alpha as he started kissing down Steve's neck.
Steve kept feeling his temperature rise and he whined as the Alpha made his way down Steve’s naked chest. He could feel his slick drooling down his thighs already.
“Baby?” The Alpha asked. “Are you in heat?”
“What?” Steve, already half blissed out, took a moment to register the question. “I- oh fuck- mmm. I’m not supposed to be.” But he could feel the heat pulsing through him. He pulled the Alpha back to him. “Fuck me.”
“God, yes, of course.”
The Alpha pushes Steve onto the bed and takes his pants off. He takes a deep whiff of Steve. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”
“Yes,” Steve lets his legs fall open. His cocklette bobbing with the motion.
The Alpha dives in, face first, lapping up all the slick he can. “Jesus, you taste so good.”
Steve’s hips grind against the Alpha, his mask grazing against Steve’s clit. It felt so good, but Steve needed this man inside him, now.
“Please, please Alpha, please.”
The man came up, grin broad and shining with Steve’s juices. “Oh, baby, love it when you beg for me.” The Alpha took his pants off and tossed them to the side, and he lined himself up with Steve, pushing in. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Steve clawed at the Alpha, wanting and needing him close. “Good, so good.”
The Alpha hammered into Steve with hard, quick motions. “Need you to come for me, Baby.” He crooned to Steve.
“Close.” He panted. “Bite me.”
The Alpha leaned forward biting on Steve’s pec. Steve groaned and came, his cock letting out a dribble of cum while his cunt clenched around the Alpha, still rocking his hips. “Feels so good squeezing me like that. Fuck.” The Alpha fucked into Steve making him ride out his orgasm before finally giving in to his own release.
Steve laid there, recovering. The Alpha cleaned him up and helped him with his clothes as he was going to leave.
“Here’s my card. Just in case you want to do this again?” The Alpha said.
Steve looked at the card.
Eddie Munson
Owner Operator
The Rut Room.
“I have only been trying to get you back here for a year. I’d like to think this isn’t the only time I’ll see you.”
Steve felt his smile, broad on his face. He just nodded and pocketed the card.
“My number is on the back, my omega.” He trailed his fingers down the side of Steve’s face.
“As you follow the slimy little creature, you notice it has no eyes, but it knows exactly where you are behind it. It could easily be leading you to a trap. Or it could be leading you to glory! What say you, weary travelers?” Eddie’s vibrato rings in the nearly empty theater as he leads his party deeper into this story.
Jeff and Gareth look at each other then look over to Frank. Finally Gareth says, “I want to do a perception check on this little dude.”
Eddie’s mouth tightens in a slim smirk. “Roll for it, Garrick the Gracious.”
He holds his breath, hoping Gareth rolls mid numbers so he can hint but keep it more mysterious. His brain is whirring, thinking of how he will play it off if Gareth gets higher than 16.
“Shit, 4.”
Eddie feels some tension leave him. “You do not get much from this creature. It is not attacking, seems friendly enough but weary of you all. It definitely does not seem of this world, so you all still feel unease. But you know if you do not follow, you will never get this chance again either.”
Eddie watches them as they argue back and forth on whether to trust the slimy lizard-like bastard or not. He steeples his hands and smiles in amusement. “Tarry not, adventurers,the creature is fast and darting quickly down the path and away from sight. Do you follow?”
Sinking in his chair, Gareth crosses his arms, “Yeah, what the hell. Let’s follow this little guy.”
“Excellent.” Eddie cannot stop his grin because he knows the chaos that lies ahead in this story. He rubs his palms together as he leans back on his throne.
Jeff groans. “I think we made the wrong decision. Look how happy he is.”
“As you keep along the path, the road gets increasingly dark and cold. You travel for what feels like miles. The sky goes from bright to blackest night before suddenly there is a red haze in the world. It’s cold. You can see your breath as you continue your journey, and each of you feels the shadow of eyes on you somehow. Lightning strikes!” Eddie slaps his hand on the table, causing all the others to jump. “And in the flash you see a man-like figure dash across the way. Only, it is much too tall and lanky to be a man”
He sits forward in his throne, fingers finding his chin as he hits them with the final surprise of the night. “Ahead of you there stands a creature at least seven feet tall. Its skin is gray brown and looks wet and slimy. In place of a face is a grotesque maw surrounded by fleshy petals covered in fangs. It chitters in excitement because its little friend just ushered in its next meal.” Eddie closes his notebook after marking their place. “And that is where we end for tonight, fellas. We are cutting it close and need to get out before the keeper of keys sees us here past seven.”
There is a collective groan at this. The guys hate cliffhangers.
They all collect their things and as they leave, Jeff asks, “Where do you come up with this stuff, man? These things are not in any of the monster manuals I have.”
Eddie laughs. “These all came from here.” He taps his temple.
Eddie keeps it quiet that he dreams about this stuff. He often wakes up, heart racing, and then draws what he sees and often starts making stories in the middle of the night. People get a little weird when dreams come into conversation.
He does wonder sometimes why he stopped having the normal dreams that one would expect and started having these weird vivid nightmarish visions. While Gareth would come in telling them he had a dream of dress shopping for prom, and Jeff would counter with a tennis match on a warm summer day, Eddie kept his dreams to himself.
When your dreams are often the key to finding your soulmate, you don’t want people knowing you dream of monsters and other worlds that are creepy dead versions of your own. Maybe that is what happens if your soulmate passes. He wasn’t sure. No one really talks about that.
But he does wonder.
He waves at the guys, all getting in their rides, and he hops in his van and heads to his favorite place to smoke and unwind.
Steve is pressed against the wall as Trisha presses her lips to his. Steve loves to make out, to fuck, to cuddle. But he knows this blond is not his soul mate so he is only half invested in getting into her panties. His dreams are seen through brunette curls, and he imagines what she must be like.
Does she have soft lips like Trisha here? Is she down to fuck on the first date? Is she more coy or will she also rake red nails down Steve's back as she presses closer and closer?
He had thought Nancy could have been that person. But she obviously wasn’t. She had always known that, too and told him as much when she said it was all bullshit. He was bullshit.
But Steve had moved on. No sense in holding on to what isn’t meant to be anyway.
And Trisha isn’t meant to be either. He knows this. She probably knows it, too. But they are young and horny and both of them are attractive.
And Steve needs to forget. To let go of the memories that run his mind all the time, and get some release. He needs this. Tonight, he needs Trisha.
She moans into him when she brushes against his cock already straining in his Levi’s. “Feels big.” She says breathily.
Steve smirks. It’s always the same. “What matters is I know how to use it, babe. Let me show you.” He lets King Steve step in and take the reins just for the night. Just so he can forget. He falls into old habits from before, when he didn’t have to worry about monsters other than his own father and his impending future.
“How was the date?” Robin asks, as if bored, as if she already knows what he is going to say. And maybe she does. She is shelving some returns and turns to look at Steve as he answers
“It was ok.”
“Not the one.” She doesn’t ask, she just knows.
“Not the one.” Steve confirms.”But she was nice, and we had a good time.”
“Eww.” Robin shudders.
“What?! I didn’t say anything.”
“I know what you meant, Dingus. And I can see your hickey.” She tugs his collar open to assess it more. “Was she a suckerfish?”
Steve laughs, head thrown back. “God, Robin. I love you. If we don’t find our soulmates by thirty let's get married and live a long happy celebate life together.”
“That is the best proposal I have ever gotten.” Robin sounds truly touched. “But for both our sakes, I hope we both find the one.” She ruffles his hair, and he ducks away. “You’re on rewind duty today.” She sing-songs at the end.
“Great, just great.”He groans as he walks towards the rewinder. Steve hates rewind duty. His mind could too easily wander.
“I’ll put on the Breakfast Club if you want.” Robin says.
Steve just gives a curt nod. Again she knows. Robin always knows.
Eddie wakes up sweating. He looks down to his palms expecting to see splinters from a rough bat, nails protruding from it. It was heavy and deadly. He could almost feel the weight of the swing from the vivid dream.
He had seen broad hands with short clipped nails holding the thing. So his soulmate was still there. It had been a long time since he had seen any signs of him in his dreams. He pulls his curls up into the scrunchie Ronnie had given him years ago to get it up off his neck and face. He grabs a pack of smokes and heads to the couch on the porch.
Fuck.
He looks over to the trailer across the way. A mom and her daughter had moved in not too long ago and Eddie is certain he has seen this kid somewhere before. Was she in high school? She could be a freshman. He slumps into the worn old couch and lights up.
Three AM on Monday, and he knows he isn’t getting any more sleep tonight. The fear flowing from the dream was still coursing through him. He wants to run and get that energy out of him. He wants to fight and show he could be there for his soulmate somehow. He wants to cry that this is a memory for his soulmate.
Wherever he is, Eddie needs to get him out. If there was some way to transmit certain memories, to know he could manipulate the system and get him a message. What would he say to him? Hey, it’s me, your soulmate. Can you tell me where you are and how to get you out? I would like to meet you and keep you alive.
He shakes his head. He wonders what dreams his soulmate has. What of his memories does his soulmate see?
God, hopefully none of school. That would be embarrassing.
He tosses his spent cigarette into the nearly naked shrubs and heads back inside. He has new plot lines to write. He imagines which of his party he wants to put into the heroic spotlight of wielder of the bat. Well, probably a mace.
It might give Gareth a boost of confidence if he lands a few winning blows. He could manipulate it to make sure the weapon lands in his hands this week.
He sketches the dog sized creatures he had seen. They were kind of middle sized of the other creatures but had some similar features. The maw and petal-like faces were key indicators they were a subspecies of them at least.
He sketches and writes plotlines based on rolls and outcomes until his alarm rings to wake him for school. He then stretches and gets some clothes so he can shower and get ready for the day.
It was going to be a long day.
Steve loves dreaming his soulmate dreams. First, it means he doesn’t have nightmares of upside down proportions. Second, it means he gets a glimpse into what he will have one day. He's waking up from one of those dreams now. There was a set of wonderfully graceful hands on a guitar. It was acoustic and the notes were not perfect. The sounds of someone learning their craft flowed into the dream.
His soulmate is a musician. The music was moving, soulful even in its clumsiness.
This was not the first of musical dreams. Steve knew it was important to his soulmate. He spends his free time listening to different songs, looking for the song she was practicing. He knows he will find it one day. He won’t forget it.
He is almost late to get Robin for school after getting wrapped up in going through his mom’s records. The song sounded so familiar, he’s sure it's in the collection. He grabs a couple of cassettes on the way out and runs to the car.
Shoving in the first cassette, he pulls into the road and heads to Robin’s. He’ll drop her off, go for a run, then get ready to open shop at family video.
The song that starts isn't the right one so he fast forwards for a moment. When he hits play the drums on the steering wheel to the next song. Not the winner, but a good one, he sings along.
He feels free in his car. Especially when he's alone. That's rare these days. Either Robin or Dustin or any of the others are filling his seats with noise and body heat.
Some days it feels like it's suffocating. Some days he wants nothing more than to drive alone, windows down, loud pounding music blasting.
Some days he wants to keep driving until Hawkins is a distant memory he can eventually forget.
He sighs. That's never going to happen. He'd never leave Robin. He can't leave until he knows the kids are safe.
He slams his palms on the wheel and then turns onto Robin's Street. He takes a few deep breaths and slaps a smile on before Robin comes galloping clumsily towards the car.
“Dingus! Good morning.”
“Robbie. You look stunning today.”
Robin swats at him before lowering the mirror to apply the makeup her parents didn't know about. Eye liner and mascara expertly applied while Steve drives slowly so as to not make her poke an eye out and to give her time to finish.
She has on a soft baby blue sweater with cargo pants and doc martens. Her hair is wavy, bangs starting to be a bit too long. She sweeps them to the side over and over as she chatters about the plans for the day.
Steve replies when needed. He tells her again to just ask Vicki out. She waves it off again. It's an everyday thing for them these days.
“Anyway, I'll see you after school. Love you, Steve.” She kisses his cheek and hops out to race to her day as he returns the love.
Steve zones out on his way home. He turns the music up and just lets the road lead him. He lets out a breath when he parks and gets out to start his run.
Walkman in hand, he continues listening for the song. It was starting to get fuzzy and he didn't want to lose it. The music is a good tempo for his run.
He lets the music take him.
After School, Steve is there to pick her up. They have a shift together. Closing. Yay. Steve smiles as Robin tells him about her day. About her encounter with vickie.
“I just don’t know.” Robin says, scrunching her face.
“Do you think she’s it?” Steve asked.
“I don’t know.” Robin shakes her head.
“Well even more reason to give it a try.” Steve is sure that this is it for Robin. She gets so flustered talking about her.
“She’s not even gay, Steve.”
“How do you know? Is she wearing an “I’m Straight” shirt?”
“You know it's not that easy.” She looks down into her lap, slowly putting her mascara into her backpack. “It’s scary.” it comes out quiet.
“I have a good feeling about her, Robin.” Steve quiets down too. He is being totally sincere, and he wants Robin to be happy.
They ride the rest of the way to the store in silence.
Eddie has been prepping for this next leg of the campaign. He cracks his knuckles as everyone enters for the quest. “Ah, I hope all is well with you all. Hope you're well rested for quick thinking as we pick up from last week's adventure.” He starts.
Everyone sets up quickly, ready to take down their foe.
“When we last left off, you had been led to what appears could be your demise. A long, angry, petal faced creature is chittering and growling at you. Its drool is hot and acidic, you must avoid it as you ready yourselves for battle. As you approach the creature, it is bouncing on the balls of its feet, ready to lunge in an instant. Roll initiative.” Eddie says, easing them back into the world.
The battle is on. Turn after turn of a mix of high rolls and low, Gareth and Jeff are low on hit points, leaving Frank to make a decision. Eddie is holding in his laugh. They just need one more hit. If Frank gets a 17 or more, they will take him down. Then Eddie has a planned rest before he begins their trek to find their way out.
Frank has a look of concentration on his face as he says, “I am going to do it. Let’s go for the kill.”
Jeff and Gareth look stressed but hopeful that they will win with this.
Frank rolls.
18.
“That’s a hit!” Eddie whoops. “You watch the flower-faced monster as it screams and turns to ash. Travelers, you have time for a hard earned rest. So, for the night, you find shelter and make plans of how to return home when you are well rested.”
The guys start plotting what their moves will be when the rest is over. Eddie’s mind wanders to his last dream. Sometimes he wishes he could talk to someone about his soulmate. He just knows his friends would be horrified by the memories he sees. Plus, he would have to admit his soulmate was a man. He knows he is. The thick fingers and short brown hair that falls into view sometimes. And he is not really out to his friends. Though he thinks Jeff knows. Jeff has hinted that he would be cool.
But Eddie is scared. That if he admits it, it becomes real, and then they could decide it's too much. He is too much.
“Ed?” Gareth says like he has said his name a few times.
“Oh shit, sorry. Zoned out.” he shakes his curls around a bit then gets back into character.
Eddie leads them to victory over a few more small creatures, setting up the big battle for next week. He is only half into it as his brain spins. He needs to get out and just let his mind go, but he can’t do that here. Not in front of them. And he needs a joint.
“Ok, ok. You all have done great. Next week, you will see if you make it home and collect your bounty.” Eddie gives them a smile. It feels fake, it hurts his cheeks.
They all leave, chattering all the while. And Eddie cannot get out of there soon enough.
He stops himself from squealing tires, peeling out and heads towards the lake. He parks where he knows just a little ways down is Skull Rock. He pulls a joint out and lights up as he sits on top of the rock. He just watches the sky as the deep blue turns to black and the stars shine brighter.
“Fuck,” He blows out his last puff and flicks the nub into the forest somewhere.
He hears a crunch of feet on leaves, and he goes still. He doesn't want trouble. And he definitely does not want to have to deal with a horny couple boning. He leans back on his elbows, trying to stay unseen.
He hears grumbling. Definitely male. Then he hears WHACK! And he has to see what is happening.
“FUCK!” The figure yells and then another WHACK!
Eddie crawls close to the edge. And he sees something that makes his heart and stomach both drop. It's the bat. THE bat. The nails bent and sharp, stick into the bark of the tree as the guy just keeps beating at the thing.
Eddie’s eyes have long since adjusted to the dim light and he can make out a figure he recognizes. The recognizable swoop of hair and the thick shoulders of non other than Steve Fucking Harrington.
Nope.
No.
This is not happening.
This is not right.
His stomach turns. This is a cruel fucking sick joke. His soulmate cannot be Harrington. He must have taken the bat, or found it. Or anything but it being true.
If Eddie could see his hands. He would know. He’d recognize the hands he had seen in so many dreams. The hands he hopes one day will run over his body, the hands he wants to hold as they walk together. The ones he imagines are warm and soft and dry when they reach for him.
He flops back onto the rock. If king Steve, womanizer extraordinaire is really his soulmate? Well, he can kiss those dreams goodbye.
Eddie doesn’t realize that he was crying about it. But after Harrington skinned half the tree, he headed back to his car and left, Eddie’s cheeks were sticky and stiff with the salty remains of dry tears. His heart ached in his chest and he knew.
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You watched his hands as he brought his coffee mug to his mouth. His thick fingers had been the star of many of your fantasies.
He laughed at something Callaway was saying and you watched his face crinkle with his laugh. He was so handsome. He hadn't noticed you were there yet, but then Callaway pointed your presence out.
"Hey, gorgeous," Jim winked at you
"Hey, Jim, I brought you some lunch." You looked down, a little bashful. You'd only been on one date so far, and you didn't know how he'd feel about you bringing him food.
He gave you a peck on your cheek and thanked you. "Why don't you come in my office and sit with me while I eat?" He asked.
You smiled and followed him. You didn't notice him lock the office door. But as soon as you were in there his mouth found your neck.
"I'm hungry, but I'm more hungry for you." He growled.
You whined a high pitched sound for a response.
He positioned you on his little couch and his hands roamed your body. He kept his mouth on your neck then nibbled your earlobe. You were starting to melt with heat for him. You ached for him to touch you, to fuck you.
"Jim, touch me," you begged.
His hand slipped down your body, roaming your curves on its path, and under the elastic of your panties.
"Want me to touch you here, gorgeous?"
"Please."
His thick fingers slipped into your wet core. Your back arched pushing against his hand.
"So wet for me already?"
"Been thinking about you all day."
"Me, too." He was looking at you with blown pupils already half hard in his uniform pants.
He added another finger to your needy hole. You bucked into his movements.
"So needy." He teased.
You just nodded in agreement. You felt needy, wanton.
You started to feel the urge to come undone. Moving your hips in time with his hand, you moaned his name, signaling your leap over the precipice.
When you squirmed up and away, too sensitive for him to keep pumping, he moved toward your head, belt clanking as he pulled it out of the loops. "Wanna feel that pretty mouth on me." He said and you felt your mouth water at the thought.
You got on your knees on the worn brown carpet of his office. He pulled himself out. He was girthy, pretty pink head already leaking. You licked your lips. He held himself in his hand, guiding himself to you kiss plumped lips.
You got eager, taking him farther than you should have and gagged around him.
"Fuck," His rod twitched in your mouth. "So fucking sexy."
You clenched your thighs already feeling ready for him to fill you again. This time you wanted his cock.
You bobbed hard and fast, gagging on him multiple times. Each time it happened, he groaned in pleasure.
He pullednyou off him quickly, tugging you up off the floor. "Need to be inside you, gorgeous."
You whined again. Had you ever been this needy for anyone before? He put you on your hands and knees on the couch. It put you at the perfect height for him to slide in with ease.
He hissed through his teeth while you "ohhh"ed and octave lower than your normal voice. He was a stretch, but it felt so good.
He moved slow and tortuous. You rammed back onto him with each of his thrusts.
"Wanna see my come leaking from this pretty pussy." He mumbled. His words slurred with lust drunk energy.
"Fill me up, Jim, need to fell you hot come." You said back.
"Fuck, what a dirty girl." He slapped you ass cheek and laughed a little then picked up his pacing.
"Yes!" His hand covered your mouth.
"Not so loud, doll." He said. "The walls aren't soundproof."
That made you shiver. They could all know what you're up to in here.
His hips started stuttering in their pace. He was saying all kinds of filthy things, each word making you clench around him.
He came in you and you relished the feeling. He fucked it deep and then let it drip down your thighs, just watching it.
After a couple of moments to catch your breath, Jim used the napkins from his lunch to clean you up a bit.
He kissed you thoroughly, then walked you to your car.
"Dinner?" He asked with a wink.
You nodded. "See you then."
You needed to go home and shower, then you'd put on some cute undies. Every dinner needed dessert.
