#two player game

The heavy ambience returns, however, when he drops his voice to a much lower timbre, leans forward, and murmurs directly into your ear,

“I guess I’d better make them count then, huh?”

You feel the heat contained in his words, as well as in his breath fanning over the back of your neck. Goosebumps travel down your spine despite the warmth, and your core clenches gently around nothing.

Eddie’s strong hands come to your hips, and he kneads at the flesh as he considers in his Dungeon Master voice that’s only slightly laced with trepidation,

“Are you sure you want this, Princess?”

You nod rapidly, slightly jostling both of you, but it’s not enough for Eddie. He lightly rests his forehead against your shoulder blade as he continues,

“Need your words, sweetheart. I need you to tell me.”

You gasp as he places a gentle but firm open-mouthed bite to your covered shoulder, the damp heat of his breath passing easily through the thin fabric of your shirt. His grip tightens, and your breath hitches in your throat as you somehow manage to stammer,

“Yes, Eddie. I want this.”

Turning so you can speak to him over your shoulder, you add,

“I want you.”

He groans into your flesh before he lifts his head and his gaze meets yours. His palms slide up, slowly, like he’s still not sure he’s supposed to do this, over your shirt against the sides of your ribs until he’s cupping the undersides of your breasts. He pauses, still half-expecting you to push him off you, chastise him, maybe even get up and leave.

But you don’t. You’re a little surprised, but pleasantly, and your chest heaves with excitement combined with a little disbelief that this is actually happening.

Eddie lifts and squeezes, just a little. Your head lolls back onto his shoulder, and your eyes roll too as you revel in the sensation of him touching you. Finally. His hands feel just as good as you’d imagined they would, better even, because it’s actually real. You run yours up his strong, veiny forearms, brushing over bracelets of leather and chains and feeling the heat of his skin. Your thumbs graze the undersides of his wrists and you hear him let out a tiny, breathy gasp as you draw minute circles on the sensitive skin. But you don’t linger. You want more from him, and you need him to know it.

You gently push upwards, directing him to take more of your flesh in his hands. He acquiesces and moans as he places a wet kiss to that spot where your neck meets your shoulder, letting his teeth graze your skin as his hands roam your chest and his fingertips skim the peaks of your nipples. He closes his lips and begins to suck, and takes as much of your breasts into his hands as he can, palming and groping and moulding the flesh like it’s giving him life.

You slide your hands up and over his, feeling his knuckles and the pointed nubs of his rings against your palm. You imagine feeling this without any fabric barrier separating you, and the image makes you whimper. Eddie’s hips buck up at the sound, pressing his not-insignificant bulge into your ass, and as much as he wants to do this forever, he wants more of you too. 

You lose your grip on him as he slides his hands down again, past your waist and hips and over your thighs, squeezing them before he settles them around your waist and moves to twist you as he softly whispers, voice cracked and broken,

“Will you— Would you turn around?”

By way of an answer you go to stand, toppling a little on your wobbly legs and grabbing his hands for balance as you manoeuvre yourself to straddle his lap, facing him. You slowly lower yourself onto his thighs, your legs pushed apart as you settle across his knees.

It’s the first time you’ve been able to fully look at him since before any of this started, and you’re enraptured by the sight. His cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, and you can see the smattering of freckles that adorn his perfect, alabaster complexion. His dark, wavy bangs are a little mussed and fuzzy from where he’s been leaning against you, and his rosebud lips part as his gaze roves your form. They’re puffy and pink, and shiny with his spit from where he’s been mouthing at your neck. He looks up at you with what might be awe, and those beautiful, deep brown eyes, rimmed with the longest and darkest eyelashes you’ve ever seen on a boy, flick around your cheeks and your lips until they settle on your own. 

For a moment, neither of you move. You simply gaze at each other, taking in the other's features as if it’s for the first time. In a way it is - you’ve never had free rein to just… ogle each other before, previously always conscious of being caught. He looks to you like a sculpture, as if every curve and line of his face is exquisitely positioned and shaped to create the most aesthetically pleasing whole, and his molten chocolate irises glow in the sunlight cascading through the blinds. Entranced, you trace a fingertip across his eyebrow, his cheekbone, the faint crease at the corner of his mouth, the subtle stubble on his top lip, his Cupid’s bow. You swear you can feel the crackle of electricity where your skin meets his.

He inhales sharply as his hand flies up to grab yours, stilling your movements. You flush with worry, terrified you've done something wrong, but it’s quickly assuaged when Eddie opens his mouth a little more, and gently pushes your first two digits past his lips and onto his tongue. Your breath hitches as his lips close around it, and you feel light suction as the wet muscle caresses your finger. You can’t help but whimper, Eddie’s eyes still locked on yours as he slips his tongue between your fingers, and you feel a rush of his warm breath flow across the back of your hand as his lips part and he breathes deeply.

You close your eyes for the briefest of moments, enjoying how it heightens the sensations, but you can’t deny yourself Eddie’s gaze for long. You open your eyes, and one corner of your mouth kicks up ever so slightly as you pull your hand back and remove your fingers from his mouth. He watches you intently as you smile, turn your wrist so that your fingers are pointing towards you, and slip them past your lips and into your own mouth. You lick and suck, trying to garner everything of Eddie that he’s left. His taste is faint, but it’s there - cigarettes, coffee, and the merest hint of spearmint gum - and before you can stop it a low moan leaves your chest. But the merest hint of him isn’t enough, you want the full Eddie experience, to taste him in his entirety, to have his essence suffocate you, drown your senses. 

You plunge both hands into Eddie’s glorious locks, your fingertips running through the roots as his breath stutters and he trembles beneath you. You lean forwards, and your noses bump and your breaths mingle and fan over each other as you skim your lips against his with the lightest of touches. Speaking so quietly it’s almost inaudible, yet with so much power Eddie thinks he might actually die, you murmur,

“So, Master... Are you ready for kiss number one?”

Slack jawed and barely coherent, Eddie nods an assent, and as you move forwards an almost imperceptible amount Eddie tilts his chin up, the joint movements eliminating the space between you. Your first kiss is soft, tender. His pillowy lips press against yours with what feels like barely contained desperation, his breath uneven and shaky, and you wonder quite how much he’s holding back. It’s delicious. The scent of him is stronger at this proximity, and you inhale it like holy smoke. You immediately press back, feeling his lips move beneath yours. Your mind fills with images of pink silk, warm honey, fizzing wine and swirling glitter. No one’s touch has ever given you visuals before, and there’s a brief moment where you wonder whether there were hallucinogens in one of the snacks, but then Eddie jolts you back to reality by moving the tip of his tongue ever so gently against the seam of your lips. You can’t stand to wait any longer. Parting your lips and dropping your jaw, you immediately allow Eddie full access to your mouth. His tongue plunges in with a fervency you’ve never experienced, and he moans as yours slides over and around it.

His hands are on you again, stroking and squeezing at your waist and your hips, and you whimper into his mouth. Braver now, or perhaps just unable to resist, Eddie’s hands cup under your ass, his fingertips drifting dangerously close to your cunt, kneading the flesh and pulling your cheeks apart, causing you to let out a groan of your own. You almost break the kiss and drop your head back, but stop yourself, not wanting it to end. After all, you only have three left after this... Instead, you lean forward and kiss Eddie deeper, gripping his tresses and tugging gently at the roots, and he moans harder into your mouth.

Eventually you both need air, and you break apart, gasping. You gaze at Eddie’s flushed face, his pupils blown wide and his lips reddened and slick from the kiss. You swear the temperature in the trailer has risen a good five degrees, and without thinking you grab the hem of your shirt and lift it up and over your head, discarding the fabric somewhere in the room. Eddie's arms go slack at his sides and his eyes widen. His Adam’s apple bobs and he swallows, hard, as he’s presented with the sight of your tits at eye level, covered in nothing but the cutest bra you own (that you totally didn’t wear especially).

His eyebrows furrow and he breathes out a ‘haaaaah’, in a strangled half sigh, half moan. Your confidence soars as it becomes clear that he likes what he sees, and although you’re feeling both flattered and desired it does seem to have stunned Eddie into some sort of paralysis. You move your hands to his and position them over your boobs, encouraging him to hold them, squeeze them, make them his. He complies, groaning again as he massages your warm flesh in his palms. His calloused fingertips dip beneath the tops of the cups, and with sudden urgency he roughly pulls down the fabric, your tits bobbing free and your nipples peaking at both the rush of air and the intensity of his gaze. You slip the straps down off your arms and the cups fall away against your ribs, your soft flesh jiggling in front of his face. You look down to see he’s practically drooling, and there’s only the briefest beat before he’s manhandling you again, squeezing and kneading, pressing his nose against your sternum and burying his face between them. 

You feel an odd wet sensation in your cleavage and realise it’s Eddie’s tongue, probing and prodding and tasting your flesh. He hums loudly; it reverberates through your chest, and you moan in return. He laps and licks at your flesh, kissing and sucking through shuddering hums. Open-mouthed kisses and swipes of his tongue turn into gentle bites, sucks, and eventually combinations of both that you’re sure will leave marks, and you can’t bring yourself to care.

He turns his attention to your nipples now, reverently but firmly pinching and twisting them between his calloused fingertips, watching them harden further at his ministrations, jaw slack. You whimper above him, and his eyes dart up to your face, his gaze settling there as he drinks down every furrow of your brow and each little gasp and whine that he draws out of you. Smirking slightly, he slowly lolls out his tongue and watches your reaction as he licks a broad stripe over one bud, and you let out a sigh so sweet he wants to record it and play it again and again. You watch as he wraps his pretty, plush lips around your firmed nipple, sucking hard and quickly flicking his tongue over it, his fingers still gently pinching the other. It fires sparks throughout your entire body and stokes the flames between your legs. You let out a primeval sound that you’ve never heard yourself make before, and below you Eddie can’t help but break into a feral grin as his eyes turn dark and wild and he moves to do the same on the other side.

Your hips roll against his and suddenly you need more of him, so much more. You shift back just a little and slip your fingertips under the hem of his Hellfire tee, knuckles just grazing the warm skin of his abdomen as you pinch the thin fabric between your fingers, questioning,

“And yours?”

He smiles softly, hardly believing you’re asking him this, and he grabs the back of his collar, ripping his shirt off with the same fervour you did, neither of you watching where it lands. You can’t help but grin and bite your lip as you view his naked torso for the first time. It’s just like the rest of him, sculpted and exquisite - perfect-looking skin, marble-like contours, pretty pink nipples and the sweetest dusting of chest hair, decorated with beautifully contrasting charcoal ink. You lightly run your fingers over the spider and gruesome figure on his pec, allowing them to drift over his nipple, which immediately peaks under your touch as he shivers beneath you. Fuck, he’s beautiful.

Your hungry gazes devour every inch of each other, before flicking back to one another’s eyes. There’s a brief moment of stillness and eye contact, and you swear you’ve never before been this hungry for anything in your entire life. It’s like a pause before an avalanche; you know something big’s about to happen, and that there’s nothing either of you can do to stop it. You lurch forwards simultaneously and your chests crash together, your arms slide around, gripping and grasping and mussing each other's hair as your lips meet again in a wet, deep and passionate kiss. Eddie’s hands roam your back, his fingertips dragging down your spine and hot palms caressing you. Your breasts squash against his pecs, and the feeling of his skin against yours intensifies the kiss to the point where the only way to deepen it would be to climb inside of him.

You kiss for what feels like forever, leaving your lips swollen and tingling and a slight ache in your cheeks. Whilst it all feels fucking amazing (really fucking amazing), the throb between your legs is growing and begging for attention. Keeping your mouth attached to his you slide your hips up Eddie’s lap, easily finding the significant protuberance and pressing your centre against it. You moan long and low as you grind down on Eddie’s prominent bulge, the slick in your underwear still offering a pleasant glide, and Eddie joins you, the stuttered sound vibrating against your lips.

You roll your hips again and sparks leave your core and travel all the way up your spine. You’re certain you could cum like this, pushing Eddie’s covered length between your folds and rutting your clit against his swollen tip, and you wonder if he would want that too. But, abruptly, Eddie’s grasping your upper arms, pulling away from you and looking into your eyes, pleading. He speaks again, his voice now broken and low and it makes your insides liquify as he rushes out,

“Goddamnit, Princess, I wish I could make this more special, take my sweet time with you. I swear on the soul of James Hetfield I would love that so much. But right now, I just really, really want you.”

You weave your fingers deeper into his hair and bring your face so close to his that you can’t focus. Breaths mingling in the space between you, you breathily assent, peppering his nose, forehead, cheeks with wet kisses as you respond, softly but clearly,

“I want you too.”

You lean in for another passionate kiss, anticipating sliding your tongue deep into Eddie’s mouth again, imagining him humming with delight and approval and reciprocating, hard. But suddenly, you’re lifted from his lap. You’re momentarily confused as he encourages you to stand, moving you backwards until you’re braced against the table, your tits out and knees splayed apart over his.

Eddie pauses for a moment, taking in the scene. He’s been thinking about this for so, so long and now he can’t quite believe you’re here. Are you an angel? A dream? A hallucination? Did Wayne’s casserole go off again, or have erroneously foraged mushrooms in it?

Whatever option it turns out to be, Eddie doesn’t care, he’s all in. He drops off his chair, pushing it backwards as his knees connect with the trailer’s scratchy carpet, feeling the hot friction against his skin through the rips in his jeans but never caring about anything less in his entire life. All of his focus is entirely on you, on feeling you, touching you, tasting you.

He grabs the hem of your skirt and tucks it into its own waistband, getting it out of the way and revealing your thighs, belly and pretty, sheer panties to him (variations of which you definitely don’t wear every time you’re going to see Eddie). He sighs, gasping out a soft exhale as he runs  warm, calloused fingertips down over your soft belly to the top of your underwear. He’s vibrating with tension, yet so reverent, and you feel like a piece of art under the hands of its creator. His fingers drop lower, and his eyes flick up to yours as if asking permission. You don’t know whether you’re answering his unspoken question or simply begging as you breathily whisper,

“Please, touch me.”

Eddie doesn’t need telling twice. Both of his hands are splayed wide as they roam over your soft hips, your belly and the creases of your thighs. They feel strong, and a little rough, and it drives you close to insanity. One thick thumb swipes over the flimsy fabric again, and dips just low enough that you feel an exquisite hint of pressure where you need it most. You gasp loudly, following it with a moan as Eddie presses down slightly more, watching your expression as it morphs from surprise to pleasure.

“Oh, there we go, my sweet girl. That’s the spot, huh?”

All you can do is pant in response. It’s incredible, but it’s not enough. Eddie knows he’s teasing you, and he smirks from beneath his chestnut bangs as he hooks over the top of your panties and starts to drag them slowly down your body. He only gets them midway down your thighs before he can no longer resist, and you feel his round nose bump against your mound as he inhales deeply, releasing a long breath of satisfaction as he breathes in your scent for the first time. 

Your eyes widen - no one’s ever done that before - but the desperate, animalistic gesture is definitely doing it for you. His hands continue to work, dragging the sodden material down your legs, and he helps support you to lift each foot as he removes the flimsy garment. You don’t see him shove them hastily and desperately into his pocket, but even if you had you probably wouldn’t have cared.

He marvels at the sight of your core before him, bare and exposed, your knees spread and feet either side of his thighs, and you feel deep, warm breaths fanning over your most delicate areas. His position shifts as he lunges forwards, breathing out a soft, 

“Oh, sweetheart…” 

And then his face disappears between your thighs. You feel a breach of your folds as Eddie’s long tongue immediately probes for your hole, finding it easily and dipping the tip inside. His mouth is open wide, collecting your juices as they run down his muscular appendage, and he hums as your taste fills his senses, the strokes and vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through your entire body.

You moan and your legs buckle slightly, which only serves to open you up even more and allow Eddie deeper access. His hands grab you underneath your ass, preventing you from falling any lower, his grip strong as his tongue probes ever deeper and you grasp the edge of the table as his rounded nose bumps against your clit. You chance another look downwards, and from what little of Eddie’s face you can see, he seems to be enjoying himself. His eyes are closed and he looks blissed out. He may be fucking your pussy with his face, but he’s using his entire body. His whole head rolls rhythmically and his upper body moves forwards and backwards with each stroke of his tongue, his thighs tensing and releasing and his hands kneading at your ass.

You’ve gripped the edge of the table for stability, but it’s rickety, and the undue stress you’re placing on the aging piece of furniture is making it wobble and sway wildly. Dustin’s pencil pot ends up on its side, and Lucas’s notebook shifts causing his ball cap to slide to the floor, but you can barely hear the commotion above your own moans and the lewd sounds of Eddie’s mouth against your cunt.

For his part, Eddie’s in heaven. He’s suffused with your scent, your taste, and he can’t get enough, alternating between lapping his tongue around your folds, dragging it up and over your clit and then plunging it as far inside you as he can get. He prays to all the D&D gods that you’ll let him do this again, maybe even on a bed, let him eat you out for hours and hours until you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum and his tongue sprains and he can’t talk. But right now he has only one thing on his mind - making you cum here and now on his face. And even if this is as far as you two ever go it’s a memory that’ll keep him in nirvana forever, and he knows it.

One of Eddie’s hands leaves your ass and his thick fingers dip between your legs, the tips of two of them slipping easily inside your slick hole from behind as they replace his tongue. You gasp at the sudden intrusion from an unusual angle, but it’s all so very welcome and he slides in easily, your abundant slick providing a frictionless glide. Your wide eyes and open mouth are a joy for Eddie to see as he beams up at you from his place between your thighs, his face shiny with your slick and a hunger behind his eyes.

He pulls back, making a show of licking his lips and humming, and you feel heat flush your cheeks. Nobody’s ever taken such delight in your taste before. Then, his eyes darkening, Eddie lolls out his long tongue, and you can’t help but whimper at the sight. It’s cut off by another gasp as he lunges back towards you and connects with your clit, licking his tongue across it with the flat before tickling the bundle of nerves with the very tip. It’s intense and exquisite and just so fucking right and you want him to do it forever and ever, until he changes his technique yet again and your legs almost give out beneath you.

He suctions his lips around your bud and starts flicking and suckling intently at your clit, making you tremble and whine, one hand flying to his head and grasping again at his soft tresses. You buck your hips forward and accidentally pull on a handful as you try to stabilise yourself, but Eddie doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, he seems to like it, moaning against your core and sending more shockwaves through your centre. His fingers move deeper, roving, searching, and curling just right to graze that special place inside you, and something hot and familiar ignites in your abdomen.

“Oh fuck, Eddie, I’m gonna—”

Eddie redoubles his efforts, sucking and swirling the tip of his tongue around and over your clit hard and rhythmically. His fingers continue to massage inside you, and his hums and groans get louder as he encourages your release. He wants to tell you how he can’t get enough of this, of your scent, your taste, of you, how good you’re being for him, how much he wants you to cum on his face and soak him. But more than that he wants you here, in his mouth, on his fingers, and tries to convey it all in grunts and growls and the strength of his other hand digging his digits into the plush flesh of your ass.

Your whole body begins to shake and you try to find better purchase on the tabletop, flailing and swiping a load of dice and one of Eddie’s manuals onto the floor. But nothing matters anymore as your vision goes white, your limbs lock and you stop breathing, and your head tips back as you grace the ceiling with a silent scream. Electricity sparks through your form as the only thing in your universe becomes the fusion between your cunt and Eddie’s face. Your body tremors as you experience the most intense climax you’ve ever had, and it lasts for what feels like an eternity.

Eventually your lungs stutter into function again, and you hear an ungodly noise emanating from your own chest. You could be embarrassed, but before it’s even fully left you, you hear a similar noise coming from Eddie, something primal and unbidden. He remains fixed to your core as he licks and sucks you through a series of jaw dropping aftershocks.

He only stops when you manage to slap an uncoordinated palm against his forehead, pushing him away. He pulls back, panting and breathing deep, his jaw slack as he inhales deep lungfuls of air. He looks up at you, his big doe eyes searching yours as you blink down at him and try to swallow. After what feels like an age you’re finally able to mumble, breathily,

“Best. Kiss. Ever.”

He chuckles and nods, curls bouncing as he says, putting on a gruff voice halfway through,

“Oh, fuck yeah. But that still only counts as one.”

You roll your eyes, aghast but somehow also entirely unsurprised at his ability to be a total dork in the midst of an erotic encounter. You can’t help but chuckle at the Lord of the Rings reference, and manage to reply,

“So that’s three, right?”

His grin is wide and dazzling as, still panting a little, he responds with the sexiest wink you’ve ever seen,

“Told you I’d make them count.”

He gently slips his fingers from your sopping core, and grunts as he rises to stand in front of you. His face and chin are slick and dripping with your juices, and he places his wet hand on your hip as the other traces the side of your face.

His smile is sweet and soft as he begins to back away from you, and you briefly mourn the loss until his legs hit his chair and he sits back down. He pats one denim-clad thigh as he asks, in a tone that’s somehow full of both concern and condescending desire,

“Are your legs okay, Princess? Come sit, sweetheart.”

You do, wobbling as you manoeuvre forwards to straddle his knees, taking a few moments to compose yourself, breathing deeply. You can see Eddie doing the same, the movement of his ribs under his soft skin making his muscles dance and his tattoos ripple. You roll your lips inwards in contemplation, briefly considering your next move. It’s not a hard decision. You reach forward with trembling arms and fumble with his belt buckle, and his gaze flits down to your hands and back up again, as if he can’t believe you’re actually doing this. Because he can’t. He’s absolutely certain that this is a dream, and that Wayne is going to wake him up any minute, banging a wooden spoon against a pan and yelling at him about how he's late for school. But it never happens, and as he licks his lips the sweet, musky taste of you invades him again, jolting him back to reality. Yep, he thinks, I definitely do have on my lap a whole-ass, motherfucking angel…

You give him a reassuring smile as you work the fastenings of his jeans open, releasing his turgid cock to tent inside his boxers. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you note the significant damp patch on the fabric near his tip. He really did like your third kiss… Your hands move of their own accord and you reach for him, grasping his (oh god, impressive) length through the thin fabric and wrapping your fingers around him, noting with trepidation and arousal that they barely meet.

He groans long and low, and you feel his thighs tense as he ineffectually bucks his hips against the weight of you atop them. You run your hand over him a couple of times, revelling in his heat and solidity, and push your still-trembling legs into motion until you're hovering over his thighs. You grapple haphazardly with his belt, jeans, boxers, you just want it all gone. You push at his clothes as much as you can until he takes over, clumsily pushing everything down over his knees.

His boxers catch on his cock and as it’s set free from its fabric confines it slaps up against his stomach, smearing glossy precum against his happy trail as it stands proud between you. He’s long, and probably the thickest you’ve seen, with a fat, swollen tip that’s flushed a pretty deep pink and is practically begging for attention. As you stare it kicks up, leaking again, magnificent, and you’ve never wanted to get anything, or anyone, in your mouth so badly before. You move to shift off of Eddie’s lap, intending to drop to your knees, but he stops you with a hand under your elbow.

“Princess, you don’t need to do this. Trust me when I say I really, really want you to. But we don’t have much time, and… okay, this isn’t romantic in the slightest, but I really need to be inside of you, like, right the fuck now.”

You nod quickly, and he’s abruptly pulling you onto his lap again. His naked thighs (those glorious thighs that started all of this) feel divine against yours, a perfect blend of solid, soft, warm and slightly fuzzy. Your smile turns into a salacious grin, and you reach between you to pump him again a couple of times. Before you can go any further, Eddie stops you once more with a hand on your forearm.

“Should I, uh, go get…”

He nods towards his bedroom, you presume to indicate getting a condom.

“You, um, you don’t need to, if you don’t want to. I’m on birth control for a health thing, and if you can promise you’re clean—”

He nods quickly, waves bouncing.

“I promise sweetheart, I promise…”

“Okay, then we can, y’know…”

You gesture vaguely between you, but Eddie gets your meaning.

“Are you— Are you fucking serious? Holy fuck, Princess. You’re gonna kill me, I swear.”

You shift forwards and rise up on your still-shaky legs, grasping his length with one hand and dragging the head of his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance and barely grazing your clit. You let loose a strangled whimper, and Eddie’s hips buck beneath you.

“Oh fuck, those noises you make… I don’t know if I can sto— Shit! You gotta tell me right now, are you sure you want this?”

You nod, so vehemently that you wobble both of you on the chair. Your brows pinch as you slide him through your folds and notch his tip at your hole.

“Uh-huh. I’m really fucking sure.”

The brightness of the grins you gift each other could rival the sun. Eddie can’t believe it, but you’re here, over him, ready to take him. Oh god, he thinks, this is really happening… I’m really fucking the girl of my dreams…

Eddie's jaw drops open and the grip on your hips gets stronger. He tries and fails to stop his hips from bucking again and it pushes him a little further inside you. Oh god, you think, this is really happening… I’m really fucking my gorgeous dungeon master…

You stabilise yourself by gripping onto his shoulders and drop slightly. As his fat tip slides fully into you he lets out another primal-sounding noise. It’s something between a groan, a grunt and a squeal, and it’s the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. Your eyes lock as he aids you to move forwards and down, your brow furrowing as you slip down his length. Eddie sighs, loud, as you take the top half of him in one go. You pause, unbreathing, and Eddie searches your face for any sign of pain, or regret, or discomfort. You close your eyes, take a deep breath and pause for a moment, steadying yourself as you relax into the substantial stretch. You may have been prepping for this for the entire morning, but the stretch of your walls as he slides in deep still requires some acclimatisation.

Just as Eddie is about to ask you whether something’s wrong, your eyes open again, and he sees just how blown your pupils are. Your knees bend and his hips buck up, and it closes the gap between you and seats him fully inside you. You exhale conjoined moans of relief and arousal, both wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Eddie’s cheek ticks up in an incredulous half smile as your eyebrows raise, and almost immediately you’re rolling your hips on his lap, lifting off and pushing down and sliding him in and out of you with exquisite precision, lewd sounds and wet slaps of skin against skin filling the air. 

Eddie wants to tell how amazing you are, how good this feels, how he’s in heaven and never wants this to end, but his banter and eloquence entirely leaves him and all he can manage is a series of grunts followed by a spluttered,

“Fuuuuuck. Fuck, fuck, holy fuck!”

You’re no better, not managing to speak at all and just letting out a long moan as he’s repeatedly buried deep inside you, filling you like nothing or nobody has before. He effortlessly reaches that perfect spot inside of you, the one that no one else has ever cared to search for and that you can only reach with a toy, but Eddie seems drawn to it, connecting with it relentlessly like he was made to be within you.

You lunge forwards and grapple Eddie into another messy, wet and fervent kiss, so deep it’s like you can’t bear for there to be even a molecule's worth of space between you. It’s becoming almost more than you can bear, the desire to be one with all of him. You already had his mind, and now you’re having his body, but you want his heart and his soul as well, and the desire for you to climax together becomes overwhelming. 

You move faster, angling your hips so your clit rubs against the dark curls around his base, ignoring the tremors in your thighs and the burning in your muscles. With as much movement as he can manage, Eddie thrusts upwards with each roll, smacking your flesh together with lewd slaps as you both tremble and race towards your highs. He’s moaning constantly, hands roving wherever he can reach, feeling and mapping your body with a desperate urgency, like he needs to be in contact with every single inch of you right the fuck now. He keeps kissing you, mumbling gruffly against your shiny lips between wet, slick, open-mouthed kisses,

“Fuck, Princess, you feel so fucking good. So fucking good. You’re squeezing me so tight, are you— uh-hh— are you gonna—?”

You have no control over the pitch of your voice as you growl, practically shouting in his ear,

“Yes, Eddie. Yes!”

Surprising you, he snakes one hand down between your writhing bodies until he reaches your clit. The pad of his thumb circles and presses, and in an instant that’s it for you. Your rhythm starts to stumble and you lose control of your spine, inelegantly slumping over and moaning obscene sounds into his ear as another torturously intense orgasm crashes over you in a wave. You feel yourself clenching around him, and somewhere in the recesses of your partial consciousness you hope this feels as good for him as it does for you.

You get your answer as Eddie grasps at your lower back with his free hand, pulling you onto him, and he slams up into you once, twice more before stilling. You feel his cock pulse rhythmically as he empties into you, filling you with hot, seemingly-unending ropes of his cum as you twitch and spasm involuntarily on his lap.

There’s a long pause, a moment of peace and silence as you breathe into Eddie’s ear and he slowly runs his broad hands up and down your back and over the swell of your ass, breath cascading over your neck and shoulders. There’s no sound in the trailer save for a ringing in your ears, your heavy, mingled breaths, and the low hum of the refrigerator. 

Eddie’s the first to move as he kisses your neck, now clammy and sweaty, with gentle pecks before murmuring, 

“Are you okay? Was that… alright?”

You roll up just enough to be able to look him in the eyes.

“Fuck, I— I’ve never— That was more than alright.”

You chuckle lightly as your forehead drops to his, and as you rest there you feel the cooling dampness of your combined perspiration on your chest and torso. Just one more exquisite way in which you’ve melded together today.

You unclench your hands from where they buried themselves within his hair again, and gently scratch at his scalp. Full of endorphins, you blurt out something that you weren’t sure you were ready to admit.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a really, really long time…”

He chuffs a laugh into your neck as he mumbles against your skin, admitting in return,

“Seriously? Shit, so have I.”

He snorts, and strokes your head as he adds,

“I’m such an idiot. We could’ve been doing this for weeks if I’d only had the stones to ask you out.”

You giggle as you pull back to look at him and he grins widely, those gorgeous dimples popping in his cheeks. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of seeing them.

“Hey, I could’ve asked you too. How about we say it was just a really, really long session of foreplay?”

You both break into a fit of giggles, and as you shift on Eddie’s lap you feel his softening cock begin to slide out of you. Your head flops backwards as you take another deep breath, and you languidly roll it around on your neck as your eyes fail to focus on anything in particular. Your eyes drift past the kitchen, and blink as they skim over the clock. You blink again, focussing, and your eyes flash wide as your brain slowly processes the symbols. With a start you realise the kids are going to be back soon, and the two of you really don’t have long to get dressed, clean up, and somehow make this place look like a gaming venue again, rather than the debauched sex palace it currently resembles.

“Shit, the time! Oh my god Eddie, we need to clean up!”

You look around you and grab his shirt from where it landed on the table, and Eddie hurriedly pulls it over his head. He helps you to stand, roughly pulling up his pants with one hand and supporting you on your wobbly legs as the two of you stumble towards the bathroom. Eddie tries unsuccessfully to hide the smug look on his face as he realises that him fucking you is the cause of your difficulty walking.

In the bathroom he sits you down and helps slip your arms back into your bra straps, gets you a warm cloth, and does what he can to adjust your hair. You stand and smooth your skirt, realising there’s something important missing, 

“Where are my…?”

You turn to see Eddie looking at you with a smirk, your panties dangling from one finger. You lunge forward to grab them, but he’s faster, balling them in his fist and clasping them to his chest (heart?) in a faux defensive move. You huff out what you hope is an annoyed sigh, but it comes out a bit too breathy and Eddie just finds you alluring all over again. 

“You know, under different circumstances I would probably ask if I could keep these, but seeing as we have a game to play this afternoon and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, I guess…”

He proffers them to you, and you grab them with a smile you can’t suppress.

From outside you hear the distant noise of chattering teens and the quiet crunch of gravel. Both your eyes pop wide. You turn, intending to have a brief final check in the mirror, and are distracted by the reflection of your barely-covered boobs, now adorned with slowly darkening pink and purple marks. Whilst you’re loving the image, you can’t exactly greet the party like this.

“Eddie, where’s my shirt?!”

“Fuck!”

Eddie is still fastening his jeans as he stumbles around on gangly legs scanning the living room, looking for any sign of your top. He finds it draped over Mike’s backpack just before footsteps hit the porch, and rushes back to the bathroom to pass it to you before anyone enters. You pull it on over your head, almost wearing it backwards but noticing at the last second, and as you squint into the mirror to check your face you see Eddie in the reflection.

“Your hair!”

It’s a mess, even more wild and voluminous than usual. Eddie does what he can to flatten it, but quickly concedes it’s a lost cause. He’s in the doorway just about to leave when you realise evidence of your tryst is beginning to leak down your thigh. You beckon him over and quickly whisper into his ear to ask if he has a spare washcloth, not really wanting to go into much detail but making it clear what you need it for.

Eddie swallows audibly and looks you up and down, a slight smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth as he licks his top lip, his cock stirring in his jeans and a pink tinge coming back to the top of his cheeks, visibly affected by what you’re telling him. He presses his lips into yours once more as he passes between you and the bathtub, and retrieves a clean cloth from the cabinet. As he leaves again, he murmurs into your ear,

“Fuck, Princess. You’re amazing, you know that?”

He gives your hips a quick squeeze and briefly presses his crotch against you, his semi evident. You feel your cheeks heat a little, hoping the sensation will dissipate by the time you get back to the table. 

Positioning the washcloth into your underwear as best you can and taking a few breaths before exiting the bathroom, you carefully make your way out, saying hi to all the kids as they file in, babbling about whatever is important to teenagers and passing Eddie a greasy pizza box and half-full bottle of soda.

You spend a little bit of time in the kitchen, trying to mentally and physically regroup. You stand for far too long at the open fridge, making a show of choosing a cold soda when you’re actually attempting to quell the residual heat in your neck and face. Your head is still a little fuzzy, far away, and you briefly wonder whether that really just happened, until the burn in your thighs and the slick you can still feel between your legs lets you know that yes, it most definitely did. 

After everyone’s present, you head back to the table, sitting at a place next to Eddie after he pats it when he sees you coming, having batted everyone else away, a wry smile on his face. Someone has finally noticed the seating situation, and has dragged the floral, fur-topped laundry bin from the bathroom to use as an extra seat. It’s too low, a grumbling Dustin losing a die roll and ending up sitting on it, trying to raise himself a little with a precariously placed cushion. Eddie responds to his chuntering with,

“Suck it up, Henderson. It’ll be someone else’s turn next time.”

You pause, realising that this is essentially an assumption that you’ll join in with another campaign at his house. Your chest fills with warmth as you acknowledge the feeling of truly being an integral part of the group. One of the gang. One of them. You swallow back a collection of emotions as everyone gathers at the table, and the afternoon’s gaming begins.

Eddie seems happy and content, touching your thigh under the table when everyone’s distracted, and running his knuckles against your knee or your hand, just to keep you close. He keeps looking towards you, pupils practically heart-shaped if you so much as glance in his direction. Which you’re doing. A lot.

Nobody notices. Well, almost nobody…

Everyone has a great time, the game flowing well and containing a perfect balance of challenge, humour, terror and exasperation. It’s a testament to Eddie’s skills as a Dungeon Master, and as you watch him command the game and slip his voice and demeanour seamlessly between characters you feel yourself becoming even more bewitched. 

Having said that, you’ve noticed that he’s being somewhat less dastardly and devilish than is his wont. The kids spot that he’s a bit more lenient than usual, but pay it little mind, deciding to use it to their advantage and getting away with increasingly bold moves that they wouldn’t normally be able to slip past him.

Mike and Lucas try to take the lead at various stages of the game, using their deep-but-breaking voices to proffer their ideas more loudly than the rest. They’ve clearly physically developed faster than Will and Dustin, and although Dustin is whining and arguing you get the impression that Will’s somewhat quieter disposition means he’s now all too easily talked over. 

You muse that the two larger boys have certainly had more than their fair share of your home baked cookies too, and whilst you don’t mind too much, you make a mental note to bake a special batch for the other three to share next time. By the middle of the afternoon there’s only one left, and you casually lift the plate, offering it to Eddie with a cheeky,

“Care for the last cookie, Master?”

You even tag on a tiny wink, that you hope no one else sees, and Eddie’s cheeks flush that pretty pink again as he goes to reach for it, giving as good as he gets by adding an overly-polite,

“Why, thank you so much for your kind consideration, Princess.”

He moves his toned arm over to the plate, but his fingers stall, hovering a couple of inches shy of the sweet treat.

“You know what? Let’s make this a challenge. Everyone roll a D6, and I’ll roll a secret die behind my screen. Whoever gets the highest combined score wins the cookie, and gets a bonus healing spell to use later in the game however they wish.”

Everyone rolls, a few people groaning as they score 1s and 2s, Will rolling an acceptable 4. You only roll a 3, but you don’t mind, knowing you can create your own cookie stash whenever you want, though you can’t help rueing that you didn’t get that spell. Also, you have a sneaking suspicion this isn’t actually about dice scores…

Behind the screen, Eddie rolls and scribbles, rolls and scribbles, Will’s being the final toss. As you hear Eddie’s die land, you think you see the faintest microexpression of disappointment flicker across his face, but he recovers instantly, booming a joyful,

“Congratulations to Will The Wise! Enjoy the benefits of your Cookie Of Healing, my friend.”

Eddie waggles his brows at a grinning Will as you pass him the plate, the taller boys groaning as he takes it, and you share an eye roll with Erica at their antics. Looking back at Eddie, he wears a fond expression as he looks at the smaller boy, and you realise he’s definitely done this deliberately. You knew he was kind, but you can add generous to the growing list of qualities you’ve observed in him.

You thought you knew him, perhaps not all that well, but at least a little. But this afternoon has shown you that there are even more facets to this fascinating man than you could’ve imagined. He’s kind and generous (and not just as a lover, though you obviously appreciate that about him too, your face heating a little as you think of it). He always puts others before himself, and you wonder whether he’s had anyone take care of him like that. Saving his uncle Wayne, of course, whom you know he loves very much.

The game continues, and becomes especially and delightfully tense when you’re all fighting the guards around the final bad guy’s lair. Will has cause to use his Cookie of Healing, and there’s a moment where your character almost dies, but fortunately Eddie manifests a reason for your dice to be re-rolled, and you are miraculously saved. You notice that Mike is giving Eddie some hard looks for the next few minutes, but assume it’s because his character has accumulated quite a lot of damage.

A comfort break follows shortly afterwards, and Mike stalks towards Eddie as he fiddles with the stereo in the corner, putting on some Deep Purple at a low volume to mix up the energy in the room. Cornering Eddie, he hisses,

“What the hell was that?”

Frowning, Eddie plays the innocent as he asks,

“What?”

“You know what! Her character totally should’ve died back there, and you— you—”

Mike’s keeping his volume low, but his indignation is turning him red in the face. He clenches his fists as he whisper-shouts,

“You cheated, man! You never cheat! You always say the dice don’t lie! What’s going on..? You loooove giving her extra help, don’t you? Love it when she asks you stuff. Wait, is it because you like her? Is she your girlfriend now or something? This is so unfair, it’s favouritism, man!”

In an unusual display of intimidation, Eddie straightens up, puffs out his chest and looms over the younger boy despite them now being of similar height. His eyes are wide and piercing as he replies,

“Don’t you ever, ever say anything about her, okay? Not ever, you geddit?”

At that moment, Dustin appears. Ever the one to diffuse a tense situation, he murmurs,

“Hey, hey. What’s going on over here?”

Putting on a mocking tone, Mike spits, 

“Eddie’s favouring his girlfriend. He got to perv over her when she needed help with her dice, and now she’s getting preferential treatment. It sucks!”

“Eddie, is this true? Did you— Did you cheat?”

Eddie’s still incensed by Mike's behaviour, but he softens a little as he turns to Dustin. Sweet, caring, innocent Dustin. His shoulders slump and he huffs out a breath as he admits,

“Yeah, so, I guess I kinda did… fudge things a little back there… I’m sorry, okay? I really like her, and she spent so long building that character, and she was so into it that I…”

His posture slumps even further and a hand comes to rub at his face and the back of his neck as he realises,

“I guess I failed you guys. I’m sorry. I’m a shit DM, I should—”

Dustin interrupts.

“No, Eddie. It’s okay. I mean, it’s pretty obvious how much you like her. It has been for a while.”

Mike looks dumbfounded, completely oblivious to this apparently clear dynamic. Dustin continues,

“Look, we’ll let it slide, this time. But only this time, ‘kay? And we won’t say anything to the others about any of this if you don’t want them to know. Will we, Mike?”

He looks pointedly in the other boy’s direction, and Mike shuffles his feet as he mumbles,

“No, I guess not.”

The game resumes and all seems forgotten, although Eddie spots that Mike is now paying particular attention to what happens after every dice roll. The Party take worrying amounts of damage but ultimately achieve a resounding victory, and Eddie congratulates everyone on a good campaign.

As the boys pack up their gear you gather plates and glasses, taking them to the kitchen, and as you place them in the sink Erica corners you.

“So, Princess, tell me why you’ve been making eyes at that dork all afternoon. Are you tryna get on his good side or something? Use your feminine wiles or whatever?”

Surprised at her forthrightness, you stutter,

“What? No, I don’t— I’m not—”

She rolls her eyes. It’s so very Erica. And then she’s immediately back on the offensive.

“I saw how he let your character off with minimal damage when he should’ve legit vaporised your ass… What's going on, huh? Are you tryna fix the game?”

“I… I- uh.”

Erica doesn’t let up.

“Cmon girl, spit it out. Or I’ll tell everyone those delicious cookies of yours came out of a box!”

She spits the last word like it’s a mortal threat, and she’s pointing at your chest, although she’s thankfully not making contact. You reckon she’s got the strength of Bruce Lee in that one digit alone, even if it would manifest as sarcasm and piercing wit.

“Erica, I— I like him…”

Erica's eyes roll again, and she flings her arms skywards.

“I knew it! I fuckin’ knew it!”

She crosses her arms across her chest as she continues,

“Y’know, I genuinely don’t know if this is better or worse than just using him to get ahead in the game.”

She sighs, exasperated. Cocking her head to one side, she questions,

“Okay, you gotta tell me what you like about this loser.”

You immediately jump to Eddie’s defense.

“He’s not a loser, okay?”

“Go on, I’m listening. Be specific.”

“He’s got the most beautiful eyes…”

“Dude, they’re just brown. Like dirt.”

“I love his hair…”

She shakes her head.

“That hair is a mess! It looks like a bird's nest. Or a wet dog.”

“His tattoos are pretty cool.”

Her eyebrows practically ping off the top of her head.

“Those shit stick drawings? Those messy ass doodles? Jeez, there are some things I will never understand…”

She sucks her teeth, and you can’t help but defend him some more.

“And you know what? He’s clever, and kind, and the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. He’s creative, and generous, and funny, and sweet, and adorable. He always looks after you guys, and I think he’ll look after me too. And yeah, we might be just starting out, but if he’ll have me, I’m in it for the long haul.”

Folding her arms again, Erica looks you dead in the eye as she says, mockingly,

“Oh my, you’ve got it real bad for this nerd, dontcha?”

There’s a pause. Your expression mimics that of a lost puppy as your brows furrow ever so slightly and your bottom lip juts out. 

Oh god, what if you have ruined everything? Messed up the group, lost all of your new friends…?

Suddenly, Erica's expression softens, and she gives you a sardonic smirk.

“Well, I’m glad. I was a little worried that you were gonna fuck up our DM or something. But now I can see that you really like him, y’know, for him. And you’re not gonna mess him up. In fact, I think you’re good for each other.”

There’s another short, nervewracking pause, before she declares, with a grin,

“You know what I say? You’re alright, Princess.”

She wraps both of her arms around one of yours, squeezing tightly and guiding you, still a little stunned, back towards Eddie’s living room. You spot him glance up from the mess of manuals he’s gathering, and you both give each other syrupy smiles as your eyes connect. Erica diverts your attention once again as she says,

“Now, there is just one more thing…”

You glance down at her nervously.

“When in the hell do I get that cookie recipe?”

Eventually Mike and Will’s moms arrive, and everyone files out, books and pencils stuffed in bags and clasped in arms. Eddie lets the others exit first, and as you shuffle slowly towards the open doorway he grabs your elbow and pulls you towards him, out of sight. 

He presses his lips to yours in a messy, over enthusiastic smooch, sliding his tongue in momentarily and sucking on your lower lip as he withdraws.

“That’s a bonus one, right?”

A little taken aback, and still not quite stable from your earlier antics, you almost lose your balance and giggle as he wraps you in a tight embrace, kissing into your neck and growling quietly. You must admit you don’t want to leave.

You steal a few more pecked kisses before you hear car doors slamming, the realisation that your ride is waiting for you weighing heavily between you. Eddie hooks his pinkie with yours, keeping your hands out of sight as he reluctantly directs you to his open front door. He leans his shoulder against the frame and pouts a little, gazing at you through his bangs as he asks, as nonchalantly as he can manage (which, to your great delight, is adorably flustered and not very nonchalant at all), 

“Soooo, you gonna come back and play again soon?”

Thanks so much for reading! There’s gonna be more to this series, just ask if you want in on the taglist or my general one for everything 💜