Mostly Horny, Don’t Mind Me

Eddie’s small room was quiet, all except for Metallica playing at a low volume through the speakers. The three of you were feeling the effects of the marjiuana, just taking things slow. Now was your time to finally speak up, to finally say what has been on your mind. 

You sat up from your position on Eddie’s bed and looked over at the two boys sharing a blunt, “I have a question.. Proposition? Both?” The nervous rambling begins and you try to shove it down so you could spill out what you wanted to say. “I’ve been having some thoughts about us.” That intrigued them both, the two of them finally looking over at you. Both of them looking at you with their heavy brown eyes might be the death of you, but what a way to go. They encouraged you to go on.

“I want you to, uh, use me.” That wasn’t the way you wanted to word it, but it was the way it came out. You tried to read their expression, trying to find any sort of rejection.

Steve came to sit by you first, wrapping an arm around you, “use you? What do you mean?” You grabbed the half smoked joint from his fingers and brought it up to your lips to smoke. Looks like you were going to be needing more confidence after all.

Now it was time for Eddie to come and sit on the other side of you. He placed a firm hand on your thigh and you couldn’t help but to take in a sharp intake of breath from how cold his rings were. “Don’t you get it, Stevie. Pretty girl wants us to use her.” Something about the way Eddie said that sent shivers down your spine. You didn’t know just how badly you wanted it, needed it until that moment.

You felt Steve press against you more, his leg gently knocking into yours. “Is that so?” He traced a finger up your arm, stopping at your neck to brush your hair away from your ear. “Why didn’t you just say so?” His breath fanned against your ear and you don’t know if it was the drugs that were making you wetter than usual or what. At this point, your panties are ruined and they have barely even touched you.

Eddie grabbed your hand placing it on the bulge growing in his pants. You tested your limits, squeezing your hand around it, smiling to yourself when he let out a quiet moan. “Go ahead and show just how bad you want it, sweetheart.” 

Now, you weren’t innocent. You’ve had sex and all that, but with two people? This was going to be new territory, but you were determined to show them what you could handle. 

You were on your knees in no time, looking up at both of them with the biggest doe eyes. “Think we have an eager girl on our hands, Eddie.” Steve stood up and you watched as he slowly popped the button to his jeans before he slid them down his toned legs. “Like what you see?” Hearing about Steve’s massive cock was an understatement. He was big, how was all of that supposed to fit inside you? You hadn’t even seen the full thing yet, it was still covered by his boxers. When Steve pulled his boxers down was when your jaw hit the floor. You swear you’ve never seen anything that big and you were scared but also very turned on.

Eddie stood up, following Steve’s actions. He wasn’t as big as Steve, but god was he thick. Now you were wondering how you were going to fit them inside any of your needy holes. Your mouth watered at the sight before you. Two cocks aching to be touched and precum leaking from their slits. 

You reached both of your shaky hands up, taking both of their cocks into them. They both let out a shaky breath and for a moment, you feel like you had all the power in the room. 

“All yours to play with, don’t be shy.” Eddie carded a finger through your hair, lightly pulling at the base. You leaned forward and lightly kissed at the tip, feeling the precum spread across your lips. He pulled at your hair again, this time trying to pull you closer to him, “c’mon, open that pretty mouth for me.” You obeyed him, opening up and letting his cock slide right in. He was already reaching the back of your throat and you were gagging, but you wanted to take more. 

While your mouth was on Eddie’s cock, you stroked Steve. He twitched and pulsed in your hand with each squeeze and you couldn’t wait to feel it inside of you, feel both of them inside of you. Steve held in a groan and looked down at you. Your mouth was split open, Eddie’s cock thrusting in and out. Drooling pooling around the corner of your lips, down your chin. “I’ve got an idea.”

“Why don’t you,” Steve pulled your mouth away from Eddie’s cock, a string of saliva still connecting to two of you, “put that mouth to real good use and try to suck both of us off.” You were not used to how rough they were being, but holy shit, you loved every minute of it. 

You didn’t know how exactly you were going to do this. Steve and Eddie stepped closer together, their cocks bumping into each other. You wrapped your hand around both, barely covering them. You looked up at them, flattening your tongue against their bright red tips. A groan left both of the boys from above, their eyes meeting yours. You opened your mouth wide, sliding both of their cocks as far as they would go. It felt like the corners of your mouth were ripping apart, but that didn’t stop you from sucking them further into your mouth. The drool falling down your chin was running down their cocks, soaking their balls.

“What a greedy little slut.” Eddie bit his lip as he watched you. You were barely able to fit them in your mouth. 

Steve’s hand came down and cupped your bulging cheek, “look at our drooly princess.” Eddie’s hand came up to your other cheek, lightly slapping it to make a subtle sting.

“Gotta train her well, don’t we?” Eddie thrusted his cock after his words, making your eyes water. The two cocks rubbed together, both Steve and Eddie almost losing their shit. “That’s it, take our fucking cocks.” 

Both of their hands pulled at your hair, making you look up at the more. “You look so pretty like this, baby.” Steve pulled his cock out, leaving Eddie to do the same, causing you to whine at the loss. “Don’t worry, we’ll give you more to suck on.” 

They stepped forward more, pulling your head closer until both sets of their full balls were resting at your lips. You licked over them, feeling them twitch. They tasted salty and you savored it. Each suck and lick making both of the boys moan above you, curse words falling from their opened mouths. “Who knew- fuck- who knew she’d be so good at this.” Eddie thrusted his hips, his cock rutting against your forehead. You alternated, rolling your tongue over their heavy balls and sucking them into your mouth. 

All of this was turning you on to the max and you needed some kind of friction. Your hips began to grind against air, against nothing, you were desperate. “Look at that, our dirty girl loves our balls so much that she needs to grind against something.” Steve mocked you lighty. “Are you that needy?” You tried your best to nod in the position you were in. “Think we need to give our girl some attention.”

Both of them pulled away at once, their balls gently popping from your mouth. They helped you stand up before they went to work on your clothes. Eddie came around to face you, trailing his lips across your neck before working on your pants. He pulled them down swiftly and chuckled when he brought his hand up to feel the wet patch on your panties. “Is this all for us?” You didn’t get the chance to answer before Steve was pulling your shirt over your head. 

Steve’s hand came around to cup your boobs over your bra, giving them a nice squeeze. “So perfect. He moved his hands and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of the clothes. Both of them faced you, taking in every inch of your body. You had never been this vulnerable with them before and suddenly, you were shy.

Just as you were about to cover yourself up, they stopped you. “Please, don’t be shy now.” Eddie pulled your body against his, giving you a small kiss before gently pushing you on the bed. Your thighs spread automatically, “never seen a prettier pussy.”

Eddie got on his knees in front of you, pressing kisses up both of your legs until he stopped where you needed him most. “Can’t wait to taste just how sweet you really are.” He licked up your slit, collecting your wetness on your tongue. You opened your mouth to moan and Steve took the opportunity to shove his cock right back into your mouth, filling it to the brim.

“Get her to open her mouth wider for me, Eddie.” Eddie just smirked at him while smacking his hand against your thigh. Your mouth opened wider, trying to let out a whine. Steve’s cock somehow slid further down and he threw his head back, “god yes, just like that.”

While Steve was fucking your throat raw, Eddie wrapped his lips around your swollen clit. He had just started and your thighs were already shaking from the pleasure. Each time you moaned against Steve’s cock, he thrusted more, watching as your eyes water. Eddie's tongue flicked at your clit and you felt your body tense up, you were already so close to cumming and he knew it. He pulled away before you could, laughing at you. “You don’t get to cum until my cock is inside that dripping pussy.” 

Eddie sat up kneeling on the bed so that his cock was right at your pussy, “gonna be full of cock aren’t you?” You felt him tap the tip of his cock against your clit, making you jolt forward and gag around Steve’s cock. 

“Fuck, Eddie do that again.” Eddie listened, making you gag more. “She’s got a great mouth on her.” Steve thrusted his cock in and out of your mouth, his balls pushing against your forehead, just that was enough to make you moan more. 

While you were busy distracted with Steve, Eddie spit in his hand and stroked his cock, getting ready for your tight pussy. He didn’t say anything, just slid in. You practically screamed around the cock in your mouth, not expecting such a thick cock to slide into you. “Think her mouth is great? Just wait until this pussy is wrapped tight around your cock.” He grit his teeth, you were squeezing the life out of him. Eddie grabbed your hips, practically bruising them as he set a fast and brutal pace.

You watched as Steve’s hand came into view and you jumped as you felt him pinch your nose, cutting off all your airways. Your body was jerking, trying to look for any sort of breath. Eddie’s breath hitched as you clenched around him, Steve pinching your nose really doing a number on you. “Awe, look at the poor, baby.” He let up once you had enough, pulling his cock out as well so you could get a good breath. Once satisfied, you brought your mouth back to his cock, needing to feel him again. “You are just so desperate, aren’t you”

Eddie threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “Pinch her nose again, the slut likes it.” Steve did just that, causing your pussy to clench around Eddie’s cock. “Fuck, such a good fucking good for us.”

Steve let go of your nose again, pulling out long enough for you to moan. “E-Eddie, I’m so close.” Your whole body was shaking and you were right on the brink. You opened your mouth for Steve again, him taking home in your warm mouth. Once he was settled in your throat, Eddie’s hand came up to squeeze at it. “Can feel just how well she’s taking you, Stevie. She’s just so cock hungry.” That was enough to send you right over the edge.

Your whole body spamsed as you ograsmed, your nails raked at anything you could get your hands on; your thighs, Eddie’s chest, Steve’s thighs. You pushed away, needing to let out some noise. The only thing that could be heard were your screams as they echoed off Eddie’s trailer walls. “Yes, oh my god, yes.” 

Steve and Eddie watched you unfold in front of them. Eddie was trying his hardest not to cum yet. It was like they were seeing and hearing an angel, they couldn’t take their eyes off you. 

Once you calmed down enough, Eddie leaned over your body, pecking you on the lips. “You did so well, but don’t think we are done yet.” He pulled out of your now sensitive pussy and you winced at the feeling. You didn’t like the feeling of being empty now, you needed more. Eddie walked over to Steve kissing him and reaching down to stroke his cock, “why don’t you stretch her out on your cock now? Get her ready for the both of us.” 

Watching the two of them interact so sexually was new to you. You knew that they’ve hooked up before, but actually seeing it was igniting something inside of you. Your hand moved down your body as you watched Eddie continue to stroke Steve’s cock and Steve suck hickeys onto Eddie’s neck. Your fingers found your clit and rubbed slow circles, your eyes never leaving what was happening before you.

“Liking the show, sweetheart?” Eddie smirked when he caught you doing what you were doing and a blush spread across your face.

“I am absolutely loving it.” You quietly moaned. These two men were going to be the death of you, but you had no complaints.

Steve backed away from Eddie and sauntered over to where your feet were dangling off the bed, turn over for me. “As much as I love Eddie’s hands all over me, tonight is about you.” 

He didn’t even give you time to get up yourself, his hands already flipping you over to your stomach. “It’s my turn to get my cock all nice and wet.” Steve pulled your hips back, allowing you to feel his cock right against your thigh. Eddie stretched you out nicely, but was it enough to fit Steve’s cock inside you?

You closed your eyes as you felt Steve rub his cock up and down your slit. He was using your own cum as lube. “Sure you’re ready for my cock, princess?” The rubbing stopped for a moment as he pushed your back down as far as it would go. “Need this perfect ass high in the air for him.” His big hand came down and spanked it once, making you yelp in pleasure. 

Eddie spoke from a chair in the corner of the room, “our girl likes it rough doesn’t she.” You watched his hand as it stroked his wet cock, squeezing at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight, but Steve quickly pulled your attention back to him when you felt the pleasurable burn of his cock stretching your pussy around him.

“Fucking hell, Steve.” Your head fell against the pillows, but Steve pulled you back up.

“Need to hear those pretty noises,” He bottomed out and god, you have never felt so fucking full in your entire life. There was a minor sting from how big he was, but it hurt so good. Steve pulled out, only to slam right back in. Your body would’ve fallen forward if it wasn’t for his hands in your hair. “C’mon, I know you can take it, you got to if you’re going to take both of us.”

Both of them? The thought made you moan out loud and both boys laughed at you. “Think she likes that idea, Stevie boy.” Eddie’s voice got closer as he made his way over to you, standing behind Steve. “What do you say I help you out?” You felt Eddie’s fingers slide into next to Steve’s cock and you swore you saw stars behind your eyelids. You have never felt anything like this before and it was amazing.

You and Steve moaned in unison, Eddie’s fingers making you both feel good. “I think she’s ready for us, don’t you Eddie?” They both pulled out and you flopped forward on the bed. You felt spent, but none of you were close to being done.

Steve laid down beside you and helped you throw a leg over his waist. You quickly caught on and straddled him, grinding your pussy against his cock. His face contorted in pleasure and even more so when you grabbed his cock by the base and slowly slid down, “Fuck, atta girl.” 

Eddie came up behind you, pushing you forward so you were laying your whole body against Steve. “Just focus on him, okay?” You felt the tip of Eddie’s cock slide in next to Steve’s and you held your breath. The pain was almost too much for you, but you were trying your best to push through it. “You got this, sweetheart, just relax.” 

To take your mind off the pain, Steve reached down and rolled your clit between his fingers. It must have helped more than you thought because in seconds Eddie had filled you until he had no cock left to give. 

This was all a new feeling and my god, it felt so good once the pain had turned to pleasure. You thought that a cock and fingers made you feel so full, but nothing compared to having two cocks so deep inside your pussy. They both felt your body relax and began to move. Steve pressed his feet into the mattress thrusting up into you, while Eddie grabbed your hips, pulling you back onto his cock.

They set a rhythm. Each time Eddie pulled out, Steve thrusted up. The only thing that could be heard were your loud moans and the grunting of the two boys. Your body has never felt a pleasure like this and you didn’t want it to ever end.

“Need you both to cum in me, please.” You laid your head against Steve’s shoulder and bit at it, trying to hold back more moans. 

“Wanna be a little cumslut?” Eddie yanked your head back by your throat and you just moaned in response.

“I think,” Steve reached up and pinched at your nipples, “Eddie asked you a question.”

“Yes! Yes, I wanna be your little cumslut, please.” Everything happening all at once was making you lose your breath. You could feel the coil tightening in your stomach. Both of the cocks hitting that sweet spot inside you. Before you even had time to react, you saw white. Your whole body lunged forward as you came around both of their cocks, soaking them and dripping onto the sheets below you. Words couldn’t even leave your open mouth, your brain not working properly.

Your orgasm spurred on Steve and Eddie’s. The cocks pulsed inside of you and against one another. The both of them cumming so deep inside of you and so much that it was mixing with yours, making such a wet and sloppy mess. 

It got quiet very quickly, only the breathing of you three could be heard. None of you moved, you all just wanted to feel the euphoric bliss for another moment longer. 

After a bit, Eddie was the first to move, pulling out of you and watching as the cum leaked around Steve’s cock, “I have never seen anything hotter than that.” You could actually feel the cum leak out of you and it made you quietly whine. Eddie lifted you off Steve, gently laying you down. 

“You okay?” Steve pulled you closer to him, resting your head on his chest. You couldn’t really give a verbal answer, just nodding your head with a big smile plastered on your face. Eddie spread your legs apart and cleaned you up with a clean down from the bathroom. “Just let Eddie and I take care of you.” Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead and handed you a water bottle from the side table.

You drank it quickly, needing to replenish the energy in your body. You felt Eddie lay on the other side of you, wrapping an arm around your sweaty body. “You squirted for us.” He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

“R-really?” You hid your face in your hands. You have never done something like that before.

Steve pried your hands away and gave you a reassuring smile, “no need to be shy now. Eddie and I loved it.” You felt Eddie nod his head in agreement, sleep taking over his body. “The quicker we nap, the quicker we can do this all over again.

Your body was spent, it was covered in bruises from hands grabbing at you and welts from the spankings. Everything felt so sore, but so good all at once. You were glad that you had markings, it made it easier for you to remember this night, as if you could ever forget it. 

The three piled together in a sweaty, cuddly mess. Steve and Eddie rubbing calming hands over your body, relaxing you from what they put you through. It was the calm after the storm, so to speak. You couldn’t wait to do this again, you’re sure this is the best night of your life. They claimed you tonight and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“d-do you guys really like eating me out?” your knee bounced with anxiety, a worried look etched into your features. from you furrowed brows to your bottom lip that was caught between your teeth.

the two boys in front of you shared a confused look, making eye contact quickly before looking back at you. they wondered where this was coming from and why you had brought it up after dinner on a random wednesday night.

“where did you get the idea we didn’t like doing it?” steve said. he was having a hard time keeping it together, wondering where and when this thought had landed in your pretty head.

“i overheard two girls in my class talking about how guys don’t actually like doing it…” you sighed softly, holding your hands out in front of you. “and i thought of the both of you a-and i don’t wanna make you guys-“

eddie was the first to break the seriousness in the room, a deep laugh pouring out of him. your lips formed into a pout, arms coming to wrap around your middle.

“baby.” steve reached out to place a hand on your shaky knee, his other slapping eddie gently as a cue for him to stop laughing.

you shook your head and looked at the table, embarrassment heating your face. you felt a bit silly for bringing it up now, given the reaction of your boyfriends.

you heard some shuffling around, and it wasn’t long before you felt two ring heavy fingers on your chin. eddie pushed your head up to look at him, a dopey smile painted on his face.

“sweetheart.” he whispered, “you aren’t making us do anything.”

steve moved closer, standing above you and next to eddie.

“those girls don’t know what they are talking about.” steve shook his head, “their douchebag boyfriends only care about their own needs.”

“we love making you feel good.” eddie smiled at you, “fuck, i’d never cum again if it meant i got to taste you everyday.”

“i second that.” steve remarked, “eating you out is one of my favourite things.”

you felt even more hot than before, listening to the two of them tell you that they would die for your pussy. your lip stayed stuck between your teeth, eyes moving back and forth between the two pretty boys.

they watched you in thought for a few seconds before eddie turned to steve dramatically.

“she doesn’t believe us.” eddie smirked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“i don’t think she does.” steve said in the same snarky tone.

“i-i..” you began.

“ah-ah.” eddie squished your cheeks together so you couldn’t speak.

“think we better show our girl how much her cunt means to us, harrington.” eddie dragged his words out, looking back from you to steve.

“i agree.” steve tilted his head at you, “think she needs a reminder.”

that’s how you ended up here, back arched above eddie’s bed as you moaned out in pleasure.

though the conversation happened only an hour ago, it was blurry in your mind. turns out it’s hard to make out details when you were headed in the direction of your fourth orgasm.

you were positive there was a puddle of your own juices beneath you. your thighs were coated in your sticky nectar, a thin layer of sweat laid upon your skin.

steve had a hand pressed on your left thigh, keeping your legs open to where he liked it. he was laying on his stomach, licking at your soaked entrance.

eddie was hovering beside him, his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud. he knew best how you liked your clit toyed with, a steady back and forth between sucking and small kitten licks.

you felt eddie laughing around you. you peaked your head up to see their tongues hitting each other as steve lapped your juices up further.

a pathetic moan fell from your lips at the sight. you pushed yourself up on your arms so you could see the two of them better. they pulled away from your cunt for a moment, connecting their lips in a sloppy kiss. their faces were covered in your slick, steve’s chest hairs were wet from a mix of that and sweat.

you whined loudly, suddenly feeling left out. when they turned to you, your eyes grew wider. both of their lips were swollen and wet, their faces both wearing a beautiful shade of pink

they were the prettiest things you had ever seen, especially like this. eddie smirking in your direction, loving how much you were enjoying yourself. steve wearing a more gentle smile, just as eager as you are for him to get back to what he was doing.

“don’t worry, angel.” eddie chuckled, “we haven’t forgotten about you.”

he moved back down to your clit, kissing above it before wrapping his lips around it once more.

steve pulled back eddie’s hair and watched him, smiling as he heard you sigh pleasure once again. he pressed two fingers against your entrance, enjoying the way you clenched around the tips of them.

sliding them into you, your back arched again. your gummy walls sucking him into you with no remorse.

“should feel her, eddie.” steve whispered to the dark haired boy, “pretty pussy is fluttering ‘round me already.“

he began working the digits into you, twisting them around with interested eyes. one thing about the two of them was that the only thing they loved looking at as much as you, was your cunt.

“needa cum.” your toes curled, hand knitting into eddie’s hair as you gripped it tightly. “steve…eddie…please.”

you didn’t miss the smirk they sent eachother. it was cruel how quickly they pulled away from your heat, leaving you a whining mess.

“come on sweetheart.” eddie encouraged, “flip over for us.” he helped you sit up slowly as a gentle ache pulsed through your body.

steve placed a pillow down to support your head, helping eddie flip you over. gripping onto eddie’s arm you managed to get on your knees, letting your front collapse into the fluffy white pillow.

you pushed your ass into the air, teasingly moving it a bit. steve slapped your ass playfully, making a laugh bubble in your chest.

“look at this, harrington.” eddie groaned, spreading your ass open wider. “opened nice and wide for us, little holes are begging for it, you see that?”

eddie’s words went straight to your already burning hot core. you knew he was obsessed with your ass, taking and chance he could to take a peak at it and knead the flesh in his hands.

it clicked now, why they wanted you like this. the two of them being the greedy ones now, they both wanted a hole to play with.

“look like she’s already ready for you, eds.” steve licked his lips, rubbing your slick up towards the tight muscle.

steve held onto the backs of your thighs, moving down to lap at your sore pussy. your puffy folds ached at his warm tongue, your body already chasing another release.

eddie began kissing your ass slowly, making his way closer and closer to where you wanted him. with a kiss against the soft ring your entire body relaxed. eddie smirked seeing the home slightly loosen, taking it as his chance to begging licking at it.

the sensations of the both of them licking at you made you pull at the sheets harshly, balling them up in your fists. the only sounds to be heard were your whimpers followed by the squelches of your arousal.

as if the two of them could read each others minds, they both pushed their tongues in close. steve’s tongue worked inside your pussy, repeatedly moving and drilling inside you. eddie took his time with it, letting you feel every small movement as he pushed his tongue around your tiny hole.

“right there, fuck!” a high pitched moan fell from you as you turned your head in their direction.

your body was teetering, your orgasm approaching quicker than you had ever felt. eddie removed his mouth from you, gently pushing the tip of his thumb into your ass.

“good girl, princess.” eddie cooed, pressing his thumb in fully. “look at you, so beautiful for us.” his voice sounded like he was proud and he knew that drove you crazy.

steve groaned into your heat, feeling you twitching against his face. the two of them kept up this pace, knowing it’s what you needed to get through.

the fourth orgasm was much quicker than the others. your body going rigid and tensing, body twitching aggressively a few times as bliss came and suffocated you, ears ringing as it claimed you. your moans stole your breath away, leaving you an incoherent mess.

eddie gently worked his finger out of your spent muscle, watching it pucker at the loss of his finger. steve kisses around your heat, helping you come down as best he could.

they both whispered sweet words to you, helping you relax your knees and lay down fully. steve’s hand moved to rub your back in slow circles, ignoring how sticky your skin was.

eddie bent down to rub your cheek, smiling as you gave him a fucked out grin.

“she lives!” he joked, laughing softly, steve following not far behind.

“you okay, baby?” steve muttered, moving so he could see your face. you only nodded, humming happily.

“i..” you trailed off, “might just be the luckiest girl in hawkins.”

they both grinned widely, steve moving to kiss your head.

“not sure about lucky.” eddie tilted his head.

“spoiled for sure.” steve replied, causing you to smile even wider.

Not that Eddie was in any place to judge your appearance.  He'd walked here in the rain and probably looked a mess.  "Of course!" he offered as he stepped inside and you shut your door behind him.  He slipped off his jacket and tossed it on the couch, shaking the rain off his hair in a way not dissimilar to a dog after a bath.  "Wow, storm's been pretty relentless, huh?"

"Yeah," you agreed quietly, reaching up to cross your arm over your chest and clutch your opposite elbow.  "The cops said that's why they couldn't catch the guy— rain washed away fingerprints, and mud filled footprints, so…"

He nodded, looking down nervously at his shoes on top of your pale blue linoleum. "Can't believe some asshole's breaking into trailers.  What valuables does he think you have in here?"

"Well, they said he might have been looking for me…"

Eddie instantly regretted mentioning it.  He hadn't even thought of it like that, and it made a surge of emotions hit him when he did; most of all, a strange instinct to make sure you were safe.  "Do they think he might come back?"

You bit your lip, glancing down too with a shrug.

"Well, nobody's gonna try and mess with you once they get a glimpse of Smith & Wesson," he added jokingly, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Eddie!" you gasped.  "Did you bring a gun?"

You said it like it was a dirty word, even though he knew you had a revolver in here at some point.  "No, no," he assured, "those are my biceps: Smith—" he flexed one arm— "and Wesson." He bit his lip as he flexed the other, raising and dropping his eyebrows quickly.  You laughed, covering your nose and mouth with your hand as you snorted.  

He was quite proud of himself for amusing you, and even slightly hopeful that the tank top he was wearing (which he'd made by slicing the sleeves off of an old Zeppelin shirt) actually made him look muscular.

"So… I'll set up on the couch?" he assumed.

"Oh," you mumbled, seeming shy again.  "I mean, if you want…"

"What's the other option?" he wondered.

"Well," you said quietly, crossing your arms— damn it, he'd made you uncomfortable somehow.  Eddie was perceptive enough to read your demeanor, but too oblivious to understand what he'd done to make you shut down.  "The couch is fine."

He sighed, stepping closer to you.  "You said over the phone that it would make you feel better if I came over.  That's literally what I came for.  So, tell me what I can do.  I can stay up all night— or I can sleep outside on the porch if you want!"

"No!" you refused, starting to smile again.  "If it's not too weird, I thought you could be in my room with me.  I just…"

You sighed and began again, while Eddie's heart sped up a bit.

"If something happened, I wouldn't want you all the way across the house."

He looked to the bedroom door, to the couch, and back again.  "Sweets, it's a trailer," he announced with a sarcastic tone and a raised eyebrow.  "It's, like, five steps across."

"Come on," you rolled your eyes, "you know what I mean!"

"I do," he relented, "and it's fine.  I can be in your room if you want."

You smiled bashfully, looking down and pulling your shoulders up to your ears.  "Thanks," you breathed.

He hadn't asked the obvious question yet because he didn't want to seem too forward— maybe he'd walk in to your bedroom with you and see a pallet on the floor by the bed already; or, maybe he'd walk in and see a typical trailer bedroom which takes its name quite seriously and barely has room for anything but the bed.

When you guided him down the hall, he swallowed as he realized it was indeed the second.  "Sorry, it's kinda messy in here," you offered as you quickly kicked some trash aside, straightening out your bedspread a bit.  "I'm not usually this much of a slob, I swear—"

"No, it's okay, I'm in no place to judge," he promised, "and it's been clean when I've been here before."

He hadn't come over that many times, especially after you stopped smoking pot for your job so he didn't sell to you anymore.  He considered offering to toke up with you now, he thought it might call your nerves (which is why he brought some in his jacket pocket just in case), but it never really came up— you just seemed excited for a chance to get some sleep, considering you clearly hadn't been resting well.

"I'll stay on top of the sheets," he decided suddenly.  "For your modesty."

You nodded but started to pull down your pants a second later; he suddenly found the farthest corner of your ceiling quite fascinating and stared at it intently.  So much for modesty.  "I never sleep with pants," you explained as you crawled into the bed in just your loose t-shirt and white cotton panties.

"Lucky for you, I always keep mine on," he offered with a weak laugh.  Normally he would lose his shirt first, though, but it wasn't restrictive anyways, so he just laid on top of the bed carefully.  He sighed as he found a semi-comfortable position on his back, interlacing his fingers and resting the joined hands on his stomach.

"Don't tell me you actually sleep like that," you noticed with a smirk, and he looked at your face where it was peeking out from under the puffy quilt.

"Normally I sleep hanging upside down in the closet with my arms crossed," he joked, demonstrating the classic vampire-sleeping-in-coffin pose, and you laughed.

"You always struck me as a stomach sleeper," you informed him.  Wait, she's thought about that?

"I usually go for the left side," he corrected.  “You?”

“Lately I’ve just been curled up in a ball,” you admitted, “but I move around a lot— and you can wake me up if I’m snoring!”

“No, it’s fine,” he promised.

“Okay, well, goodnight,” you decided, reaching up to your bedside lamp.  Eddie began to turn onto his left side, which meant he was facing you, and adjusted the pillow under his head carefully.  He could tell you normally used this pillow because it smelled like your hair— was that why his heart was racing each time he took a breath in?

You flipped off the light, plunging the room into near-total darkness except for the distant yellow glow of another trailer’s porch light peeking through your blinds.  "It's okay if I sleep, right?" he whispered.  "You don't want me to stay up in case something—?"

"It's fine, I just want someone here," you explained.  Your voice got softer as you admitted, "I've never liked sleeping alone."

"That… explains a lot."

"Hey!" you yelped defensively, and he heard you turn under the blanket to face him.  "Are you calling me a slut?"

He raised his eyebrows.  "Are you denying it?"

You harrumphed.  "I know you can see my door from your window, but you've gotta stop spying, Ed— it's creepy.  And it's none of your business if guys are coming over."

"I know!  That's why I don't look— which is why you don't have a handy eyewitness for your B&E."

"I don't have an eyewitness because you were dead asleep," you corrected, "and so was everyone else. I'm guessing that was his motive for trying to get in at four in the morning."

There was a weighty pause.  "I don't spy on you," he insisted again.

"Okay, sure," you agreed, "not anymore."

"I never did!"

"Right,” you said, and he could hear your smirk even if he couldn’t see it.  He sighed, relenting to your depiction of him as a creep who watches you from his window— until the silence got longer and longer, and he just couldn’t help himself.

“I just wanted to make sure nobody shifty was coming around,” he blurted out, hearing you let out a quiet laugh.

“Eddie, they were all shifty,” you sighed.  He didn’t say anything, because he was afraid if he agreed too quickly it would offend you.  “Goodnight,” you offered again.

“Goodnight,” he returned quietly.

There was another long silence, almost long enough that he really thought you would fall asleep— personally, he was wired and would probably spend a few hours listening to you breathe before he drifted off— until you spoke again just a bit later.  "You're not cold, are you?" you whispered.

"Huh?  No, no," he denied.  Yes.

"You can get under the covers…"

God, he wanted to. And he figured he'd be able to control himself and everything— but he hesitated.  It wasn't too far, right?  Friends can share beds… even if he really didn't think until now that you and him actually were that kind of friends.  It's not like you were ever especially close, you just talked sometimes, even less now that you weren't a customer.  He was pretty surprised when you called him to ask for this.

And in the dark, Eddie got a little braver.

"Why did you ask me to come here?" he suddenly interrogated, until he heard how sleazy that question sounded.  "Uh, I mean, not why did you ask me to come here, but… why did you ask me?"

"Because I trust you," you answered simply.  "You always made me feel safe.  There aren't a lot of guys in this trailer park that I want here to try to defend me if it comes down to it— I mean, fuck, one of them is probably the guy who tried to break in that night!"

He nodded, already trying to imagine which of those lowlifes might try to hurt you— and wondering if he could take them.  He sighed when he realized that he didn't have much chance fighting any of the men here.  Unless it was Ricky Lupowski, Eddie had no shot— but even then, he didn't exactly want to beat up a twelve-year-old.  Hell, you could take Ricky if he was giving you any trouble, Eddie knew you were pretty tough: that was part of why it was so jarring to see you this vulnerable.  "I'm not the toughest guy you could call, though," he reminded you.  "I know people think I look kinda scary, but—"

"I know," you agreed.  "You're not the toughest guy, but… you're the safest."

Suddenly he wanted to switch his story— me, safe?  Nah, babe, danger's my middle name!  Hardened criminal, metal guitarist, occasionally maker of an illegal U-turn—

"That's why I wanted you to come," you finished, "and it's why I don't care if you get under the covers if you're cold up there."

From the looks of the guys he'd seen coming to your door when he definitely wasn't spying, it seemed like danger was usually what you wanted between your sheets.  And sure, Eddie wasn't exactly the valedictorian in khakis that he assumed every girl wants to bring home to mom— but he knew he wasn't like your usual fare either: no motorcycle, no neck or face tattoos, no prison time (yet).  

“B-but don’t feel like you have to,” you suddenly mitigated.

“No, it’s cool,” he decided as he curled his legs up to his chest so he could slip under the blanket and top sheet.  “They, uh, feel nice…”

“Thanks,” you mumbled. 

“Are they expensive or something?” he wondered as he adjusted himself in them— you were still a few inches away from him, but somehow it was like he could feel your body heat from all the way over here.

“No, they’re just clean,” you explained.

“Right…” he trailed off.  “Anyways, I’m glad you trust me— not just ‘cause it means I get to sleep under the covers.”

You snorted.  “Sure,” you shrugged.

“I mean it— if I can make you feel safer, that’s good,” he announced.  He was, in part, trying to convince himself; because in a certain way, it did sting.  You invited him here specifically because you knew he wouldn’t try anything, and you were right, but he sort of wished sometimes that he was the kind of guy you’d invite over for some comfort of the non-platonic variety.  But, he still really enjoyed being the guy that made you laugh, and the guy that made you feel safe, and the guy that got to be here with you right now.

"Actually, I thought if Wayne answered the phone, I might ask him to come,” you admitted.  “He told me when I first moved in to let him know if anybody here gave me any trouble— including but not limited to you.”

Sounds like Wayne.

“But I figured he'd turn it down— like, he'd say something about how I'm an unmarried young lady and he wouldn't wanna 'disrespect' me," you chuckled.  

"Yeah, he's pretty old school," Eddie agreed, "but he'd keep you safe for sure.  He actually would have brought a gun.  If he decided to come in the damn trailer at all."

“Yeah,” you laughed, “old people are weird.  Like, apparently they think if you spend the night here that’s the same as us having sex?”

He laughed too.  “Yeah, that’s so crazy.  ‘Cause obviously we’re not…”

“Of course!” you agreed emphatically.  “You’re just doing me a favor.  Which I really appreciate— I know it’s probably harder for you to sleep here.”

“No, it’s great, actually,” he blurted out— realizing it sounded sort of weird once it was out of his mouth.  “For Wayne, I mean.  He got to upgrade from the fold-out bed tonight.”

“Oh, that’s good,” you hummed, but his eyebrows furrowed when he felt you shake.  It happened again, and he realized: “Sweets, are you shivering?”

“Y-yeah, but the sheets are just cold still,” you explained.  

“You took off your pants!” he remembered.

“Well, I can’t sleep with them on!” 

“Yeah, but you can’t sleep if you’re freezing, either,” he sighed.  “Did you ever get your heater fixed?”

“Um…”

He frowned.  “Didn’t that break like two months ago?”

“Y-yeah, but who needs a heater in August?”

“It’s not August,” he reminded you.

“But it was when it broke.”

He rolled his eyes, but then you shivered again.  “It dropped, like, twenty degrees when this rain came in,” he reminded you.  

“Yeah, I noticed,” you replied.

The next time you shivered, he heard your teeth chattering, and he instinctively scooted closer to you.  “Is there another blanket I can get you?” he asked.

“No, but—” you began, and his breath caught when he felt your hand— your ice cold hand— reach out and touch his shoulder.  “You can just—”

You moved closer to him and he started to move back.  “I don’t think I should—”

"Just, hold me?” you pleaded in a quiet, meek voice.  “So I can get warm enough to fall asleep?"

God, he was so completely powerless to you asking that, even if he knew it was a bad idea.  He wanted to help you so badly— and he knew it was more than your temperature that made you ask him for that.  He’d never seen you like this: scared and weak and worried.  “O-okay,” he agreed quietly, reaching his arms out and letting you settle between them.

Your face pressed to his chest, your nose poking his skin that was left exposed by the low and jagged cut— and the tip of that was cold too, he could just imagine giving it a little kiss.

“Is this okay?” he asked, and he felt you nod.  Carefully, he let his arm rest so it draped around you— but he didn’t let his hand touch anything but the sheets on the other side.

You hummed as you pressed yourself against him even more, your legs tangling with his, your tits— oh god, he couldn’t even think about your tits right now, because if he did he would remember that they were squished up on his torso and he’d wonder if being so cold meant your nipples were hard—

He cleared his throat, knowing that through his sweatpants, his dick was pressed to your tummy.  He willed it to somehow not get hard from this, putting all his energy into not moving or reacting at all.

“Thanks,” you whispered.  “This helps a lot.”

“Of course,” he breathed in return.  “Wh-whatever helps…”

He felt you take a deep breath against his skin, the softest fan of warm air hitting him when you exhaled.  Your arm was around him, but he hissed when you slid your hand up and the cold skin made contact with his bare back.  “Sorry,” you reacted instantly.

“No, it’s okay— you’ll warm up soon,” he promised.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “why are you so warm?”

Now he understood why the phrase ‘you make me hot’ meant that you were attracted to someone.  He nearly said it out loud, guess I’m just hot for you, but amazingly he caught himself.  Instead he only shrugged.

“I’m glad you came over,” you told him, and he could hear your voice getting a little more slurred— you were so tired, poor thing, you’d mentioned over the phone that you hadn’t really been sleeping.

“Can you really fall asleep like this?” he asked quietly.  Cause I sure can’t.

“No, I was just gonna get warm,” you admitted, “I’ll turn the other way when it’s time to sleep.”

Turn the other way… wait, she doesn’t mean—

Yeah, you did.  A few minutes later you flipped yourself around with a sleepy mumble of ‘g’night, Ed’ and made him into your unwilling big spoon.

Okay, not totally unwilling, but completely in over his head.  His problem wasn’t with the cuddling, it was with knowing it was all just supposed to be friendly, it was with wondering if you were coming onto him (unlikely) or just stupid (also unlikely), it was with trying not to get a horribly-timed but perfectly-warranted boner.

It was just these stupid sweatpants and your little white panties between him and your ass— he could feel the shape of it, even the warmth of your skin, through everything and he was going to lose his goddamn mind. 

You did move around in your sleep, like you warned him that you would, but you hadn’t warned him about those pretty sighs, the soft little hums, the way you’d stretch a bit and arch your back…

For the first hour, he just held you, and listened to you, and drank it all in.

You warmed up quick while he was holding you, you felt so nice to hold— he wanted to hold you tighter and pull you closer and kiss your cheek or your ear or your shoulder, but he couldn’t.  He almost wondered if he could, without waking you up, as he started to get sleepier himself and his logic began to slip.

He fell asleep in that way where he didn’t even realize he’d been asleep when he woke up, if you’d asked him he would’ve denied it— but you weren’t asking him, you were holding his arm close to your chest, pressing back against him, rubbing against him.

Oh god, he was hard, he was fucking throbbing, and you were breathing heavier as you grinded up on him.

When he opened his mouth, he fully intended on asking you what you were doing, or maybe apologizing for his boner, but then you arched your back harder, and he realized two things: one, you knew exactly what you were doing; and two, he didn’t need to apologize.  So, instead, he let a low groan fall from his lips, and you moaned a bit in reply.

He rocked his hips, pushing his cock right between where your panties were riding up and hugging your ass; you moaned again, still shaky but a bit more confident, and he wondered if maybe he was dreaming.  It wouldn’t be the first time he dreamt about this.

His hand was already on your chest, so he only had to move his hand down a bit to slip his fingers inside your tight t-shirt and feel your tits.  He groaned as soon as he felt how soft your skin was, how hard and excited your nipples were.  Your hips gyrated when he played with them, and feeling the control he had over you from such a simple action— just one slight curl of his finger and you gasped and arched your back deeper, your whole body under his command— made his cock twitch and weep inside his sweats.

When he took his hand out of your shirt and moved down to hold your hip tightly instead, you whimpered quietly.  “Eddie,” you moaned under your breath, instantly bringing him back to reality; this was actually happening.

Guilt twisted in his chest, but need still controlled his mind.  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked quickly.

“N-no!” you whimpered.  “I like it.”

He sighed and kept going with your blessing, securing his grip on your hips and letting his fingertips toy with the elastic holding up your panties.  When he thrusted again, a long drag of his cock against you that let you both feel every detail of each other, your head fell back and your neck was right there for the taking.

He leaned down and latched his lips onto it, kissing all along your pulse, and you moaned louder.  "You can fuck me if you want."

That should've been hot— and it sort of was, especially in your whispered voice— but it hurt his heart a little bit and he stopped kissing you.  "If I want?" he repeated, feeling you nod against his shoulder.  "What do you want, sweets?"

"I… I want you to," you answered.

"Baby," he whispered, feeling you shiver in his arms when he said it— in a different way than before.  "I— I know you're feeling vulnerable right now… I wouldn't wanna take advantage."

"You wouldn't be."

"You don't need to do this to make me stay."

"You don't need to do this to make me want you here," you replied.  "But I want you.  Please, Ed."

He hadn't been trying to make you beg, he almost felt guilty for it— making this poor girl plead with him for some affection when she's scared and alone.  But he was too busy feeling turned on like crazy to feel really guilty; because he never thought he'd hear you beg for him like that, and it was beautiful.  Sexy, yes, and erotic, but most of all beautiful.

Rolling you onto your back, he climbed up over you and felt your legs spread instantly— god, that was just too perfect.

In the dark, he still couldn’t see much, but there was just enough light to see your eyes blinking up at him.  It reminded him why he called you sweets as much as he could get away with it: because you were just so sweet, the sweetest eyes, the sweetest smile, the sweetest lips that he wanted to kiss until they were swollen and wet—

He grabbed your panties at the seam on your hip and snapped them in two; you gasped as he tossed them away, wiggling under him excitedly.  When he laid his body on top of yours now, he could feel your pussy through his pajamas.  Speaking of swollen and wet…

“Oh my god,” you breathed, reaching up to hold onto his bicep— Wesson, specifically.  “Eddie, you’re— fuck, get these off…”

Your free hand started tugging on the waistband of his pants, and just your fingers ghosting over his hip was enough to make him moan.  He grabbed where the gray fabric gathered, about to help you pull them down, until he remembered.  "Shit, I, uh," he choked, "I didn't bring any condoms."

Obviously.  Because what kind of creep brings condoms when his friend asks for help?  But now he was kicking himself wishing he'd had the foresight somehow.

"I could go back and—"

"No," you interrupted, clutching at his tank top.  "Don't leave, you don't need to wear one anyways."

Oh, dangerous territory.  Compulsory, cautionary health class videos flashing through his mind…

"I mean, you're clean, right?" you assumed.

"Yeah, I've never— well, I've never actually done it without protection before, so—"

"Me either," you explained, "and I'm on the pill— and I… I wanna feel you."

"That's… hot," he admitted with a tilted grin.  "Shit, really?"

You bit your lip as you nodded, and he growled playfully at you as he leaned in and kissed your neck.  You writhed beneath him happily, your plump little mound rubbing on him through his sweats— and he would give you anything you wanted after you did that.

"Y'wanna feel me, sweets?" he taunted lowly.  "Wanna feel my cock stretching you out?  We can do that.  Gonna fuck you raw."

You whined and arched your back.  "Please, Eddie— that's what I want."

"Shh," he soothed, reaching down to push the stretchy waistband over his hips to his thighs.  His cock sprang free and brushed on the inside of your leg for a moment, making you move your hips again— so he held them down with one hand.  "Baby, I'm gonna give it to you, okay?  Calm down."

"I just need you," you whispered, tugging on his shirt again.  "Eddie, I just need you inside me—"

He moved his head between your lips, groaning at how warm you were already— god, you must be like an oven inside.

When he found your opening, he didn't waste much time before pressing forward and sliding himself in.  It was a specific feeling— overwhelming, yet irresistible.  It was nearly too much for both of you and yet he had to keep going, had to fill more of you until his pelvis was grinding on your clit and the tip of his cock was reaching right to the end of you.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned the second he was buried inside— not just because it felt good, but because he knew instantly he couldn't go back now.  Feeling you bare, getting drenched by your sticky, hot walls… how was he supposed to be satisfied with anything else again?  Or maybe it wasn't the lack of a barrier that made it so good— maybe that was just you.

Either way, he didn't want to go back: to condoms, to other girls, to any of it.  He didn't want anything but this.

"Baby," he said again, holding you a little tighter.  "Is this how you want it?  Deep and slow?"

You whined quietly, clutching at his back.  "Y-you can go a little faster," you offered.

"Mm," he moaned as he rocked his hips more quickly, your heat gripping him so well he struggled to control himself.  "Like this?"

"Yes," you praised, "oh, Eddie, just like that— fuck me like that."

Christ.  You were gonna make him lose it too fast, talking like that and feeling so damn good.  You were like heaven inside— cozy and warm like a living room on a Christmas card.  Which, yes, he was well aware was a bizarre thing to compare a vagina to, but he wasn't gonna say it out loud or anything!  Babe, your pussy's like a Norman Rockwell painting might not even be Eddie's worst attempt at dirty talk in his life, to be honest.

"Ah, fuck," you panted, arching your back as he gave you a little more force with his thrusts.  "Did you ever… did you think about this?"

"Yeah," he admitted instantly.  "I mean, a few times.  It's hard not to…"

"Did you hope something would happen tonight?" you pressed, voice all wavery and breathless.

At best, he had hoped the way you hope you're gonna win the lottery or that a unicorn will appear in your yard.  "I didn't think about it like that," he assured, "I knew you were scared, I just—" he hissed as he struggled to focus on this conversation with everything he was feeling— "wanted to protect you."

Then the thought hit him, and he had to ask.

"Did you know something would happen tonight?" he returned.

"I told myself I wouldn't," you breathed, "but you… smell really nice."

Holy shit, I owe Wayne my life for getting me this cologne for my birthday last year.

"And you're so sweet," you added with a pant, "and honestly I've wanted you since—"

"Don't tell me," he interrupted, "I don't wanna know— unless you're about to say since you walked in the door, I'll drive myself crazy knowing I could've had you sooner, that we could've been doing this for months."

You sighed in agreement; it seemed like you were getting even wetter the longer he went on, and he groaned as he heard the beautifully filthy noise of his cock churning inside your walls— and it felt even better than it sounded.

"Feels so good," he blurted out, resting his forehead on the pillow just beside yours.  

"You too," you sighed.  "S'big, Eddie, and without anything I can feel how warm you are…"

"Warm, me?" he laughed thinly.  "Shit, you feel so hot inside I figured I felt like a popsicle to you."

You giggled, and god, what a beautiful sound.  Making you laugh was an honor enough— if he could make you come, too, he'd be king of the world.

In the spirit of that goal, he started fucking you a little faster, pressing in all the way with every thrust.

"Oh god, Eddie, so deep, you're so deep," you groaned.  "Fuck!”

He grinned proudly, reaching under you to move your hips— he lifted them just how he wanted them, forcing his cock even deeper inside you the next time he thrusted, and he got to grope your ass a bit so it was really a win-win.

He saw your eyes roll back and it just made him want to fuck you even harder.

“Tell me what you need,” he asked.  “Tell me how to help you, sweets.”

“I— I just need you to touch me,” you returned, your voice sounding a little hoarse. 

“Where?”

“Anywhere,” you choked, “everywhere… your hands feel good.”  He groped your tits first— easy choice— and heard you mewl happily.  “Fuck,” you breathed when he pinched a tender nipple, and he felt your walls bare down on him for a moment— so he did it again.

“You’re so sensitive,” he noticed proudly, beginning to drag his hand down over your abdomen as he watched the anticipation build on your face.  “How about your little button, s’it sensitive too?”

“Yeah, fuck,” you encouraged, moaning and dropping your head back onto the pillow as he gently pressed his thumb to your bud.  He’d barely started rubbing in circles before your moans got louder and higher-pitched; maybe it was a stupid comparison, but it reminded him of playing his beloved guitar— the other lady in his life.  He wanted to play your body like his instrument, he wanted to make music even more beautiful come out of you.

So he rubbed harder, and picked up his pace again— he had to flex his gut and keep it tight to try to stave off his own orgasm, his balls were already tightening up a bit as he got closer, but he knew he could hold off as long as it was to keep you satisfied.

“So good,” you praised, “it feels— fuck, I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he cooed.  “I know, you can come, sweets— I wanna feel you come around me.  Just tell me what you need.”

“Jus’ don’t stop,” you begged, “don’t stop, Eddie, just like— fuck!  Right there, oh my god—”

Is it just me, or is she liking this a lot more than the other girls did?  Did I get awesome at sex sometime in the last few weeks?

But really, he knew it was just that it was you and him together— it felt like you were made for each other, like he fit inside you perfectly.  He rubbed your clit even harder, technically disobeying your command of just like that, but it went over okay since you nearly screamed at the feeling.  "Eddie, I'm coming, I'm coming!" you kept saying, voice thin and strained, tightening up around him so hard he nearly struggled to pull back so he could keep up his pace.

"That's my girl," he praised, loving the way it felt to call you that— so he kept doing it.  "My girl, my girl," he chanted with each thrust into your flexing channel.  

“Oh god,” you sobbed, pushing his hand away from your clit; it must have become too sensitive right after coming.  Your hands reached up and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him down to lay more of his weight on you.  “Eddie, I— f-fuck, it’s so—”

“Shh,” he cooed, “it’s okay— it’s not too much is it?”

“Almost,” you whimpered, “b-but I don’t want you to stop.”

He fucked you faster, feeling you quiver under and around him; he wrapped you up in his arms tightly, keeping you still so he could slam everything into you at once, letting your somehow-even-tighter-now walls massage his throbbing cock.  "I-I don't know how much more of this I can take," he grunted, "you feel so—"

"I want you to come," you encouraged.

“Where?” he asked roughly, lips by your ear as he laid his head next to yours on the pillow.

You hesitated, and he could almost hear the gears in your head turning.  He knew you were considering it, and it made him groan just realizing that you wanted to let him fill you.

“You want it inside, baby?” he asked in a rough whisper, and you nodded with a quiet moan.

“Yeah,” you admitted, hands holding onto him tighter until he felt your nails bite his flushed skin.  “Yeah, fuck, that’s hot.”

He fucked you faster with a groan; his balls were starting to get sore from trying to hold back, but he didn’t want it to end yet— he couldn’t even be sure you would wanna do it again.  He couldn’t let this moment be over so soon—

“Eddie, I’m yours, make me yours,” you pleaded.  Nevermind, he could let this moment be over, because god damn hearing you talk like that didn’t leave him any other option but to come right fucking now.

"You're sure it's okay to come inside?" he breathed.  "I can pull out—"

"It's more than okay," you insisted, "Eddie, I want it so bad, please—"

"Don't say please," he instructed, "I was just checking— I'm gonna give you whatever you want, okay?  You want me to fill you with my come, I will.  You don't have to beg me for anything, it's all yours."

"Oh," you moaned, "say that again."

"All yours, it's all yours, sweets," he promised.  "Whatever you want from me.  Which, right now, is all this fuckin' come in your cute little pussy, right?"

"Yes," you sighed.

"I'll give you everything," he assured as he fucked you faster.  "Every drop, all this come is for you, baby."

“Oh god,” you hissed, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

“You really mine, sweets?” he whispered— you wouldn’t be able to hear him over the slamming of his hips on yours if he wasn’t speaking right by your ear.

“Yeah,” you answered breathlessly.

“Promise,” he demanded.

“Yours,” you insisted, “m’yours, Eddie, had such a big, stupid crush on you—”

“Fuck!” he spat, digging his fingers into your soft thighs as the first ropes of come sprayed from his cock; it felt so different, knowing it wasn’t just filling a latex reservoir but filling you, your perfect body, your warm pussy—

You sighed out his name one more time, tightening your arms and legs around him, keeping him close and whimpering with each soft breath; you sounded so beautiful, he almost felt guilty for dirtying you this way, but it was worth it… and you seemed to be enjoying yourself too.

He let out a long, hot breath as he stilled, feeling the last few drops of his come dribble out and into you; “Shit,” he hissed, “that— fuck.”

You laughed quietly in agreement.  “Yeah.”

He started to try to pull out, but you whined and hugged him again.  “Don’t go yet,” you begged.

“Okay,” he relented, relaxing on top of you.  “Am I crushing you?”

“No,” you laughed, “you’re not that heavy.”

“Good,” he mumbled as he planted a quick kiss on your temple.  

You moved a little bit and he hissed, having to hold you still by your hips.  

“D-don’t,” he choked, “I’m still— it’s really sensitive…”

“Oh, really?” you grinned, clenching on him on purpose to make him grunt and laugh quietly.

“Fuck,” he warned, “you’re tryin’ to drive me crazy, huh?”

“A li’l bit,” you admitted mischievously.

“Can you… feel it?” he wondered.  “Like, without a condom, can you feel my, uh, come?”

You considered it for a second.  “Not really, m’all, like, numb right now,” you admitted with a little giggle.  “But I could feel your cock, like… moving.  Even when you weren’t moving.  I dunno if that makes sense…”

“No, it does,” he nodded.

“What did it… feel like for you?” you asked, sounding almost nervous and shy again.  How could you act shy after that?

“Uh, fuckin’ amazing,” he laughed.  “You’re incredible.  Did you really mean what you said?  About, um… being mine?”

He felt your breath catch, and he reached up to pet your head for a second, moving some stray hair out of  your face.  

“Listen, it’s okay if you were just caught up in the moment,” he offered.  “I understand.”

“Do you understand because you just wanna be friends after this?” you asked.  “Or do you understand because you’re super sweet and don’t want me to feel pressured to sleep with you again?”

“Um… guess it’s the second one,” he decided, face getting warm.  “I mean, I’m okay being friends after this.  I’m extra okay being friends with benefits.  But if I’m being honest, sweets, I wanna be your boyfriend.”

“Yeah?” you encouraged, the smile in your voice making his heart twist.

“Yeah,” he answered.

You held his face and kissed him— soft, gentle, sweet just like you.  He kissed you back, lifting his head and deepening it as much as he could get away with; you moaned against his lips, and it was so sexy he almost wondered if he could give you another load inside without even having to pull out—

But you broke away and looked up at him with heavy eyes, and he realized how tired you really were.  “We can talk in the morning,” he decided, “you just need to get some rest, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed.  He carefully pulled out, trying not to overstimulate his softened cock, and laid behind you to be your big spoon again.  “This feels nice,” you hummed.  “I mean, m’kinda sticky and gross and all, but I feel safe.”