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Most nights after school, you would find yourself hanging out in Eric's bedroom with him. The place had practically become your second home with how much you were there, and hence, his parents had become familiar with you too.

You were the nice, helpful girlfriend that swooned his parents by helping with chores, playing with the dog and complimenting random things around the house. They would leave you and Eric alone in his room because they had grown to trust you, which was a mistake on their part.

They didn't know the extent of just how much you and Eric made out in his bedroom, hands going where they shouldn't behind closed doors. Most nights would end with these long makeout sessions that left both you and Eric breathless. You hadn't risked sex with them home yet, but tonight, you could tell Eric was needy.

Throughout the whole school day, Eric had clung to you every moment he could. It started with a hand sliding into your back pocket, subtly squeezing your ass while he casually spoke to his friends. Whenever people weren't looking, he would kiss at your neck, lips trailing along your skin in that sensual way that he knew got you going. He wrote you dirty notes in his notebook and whispered dirty things in your ear, hoping to get you excited too.

The car ride to his house was spent with his hand on your thigh as he drove, the radio playing and a casual conversation between you both, with Eric making some suggestive jokes along the way.

Per usual when you got to Eric's house, Eric's parents were home, both off doing their respective things. Eric's mom waved at you from the living room when you stepped into the foyer, kicking off your shoes.

"Hey, Mrs. Harris," you greet, smiling and waving back. "How's it going?"

"I'm doing good, hun," she replies. "How about you?"

"I'm also doing good. Glad that school's over for today," you joke with a soft laugh.

She laughs back. "Yeah, I bet it's the same for Eric."

Having kicked off his own shoes, Eric now stands beside you. "That's for sure," he plays along.

Eric's mom laughs again. "You two have fun, 'kay?" She says, turning back towards the TV, where she was watching a cooking show.

You follow Eric downstairs into his bedroom, and there, he starts acting even more touchy.

"D'you have homework?" He asks, tossing his backpack down at the foot of his bed without a second thought. Eric pads over to his computer desk and sits down in the chair, pressing the power button for his computer and logging in.

"Yeah, I do, actually," you reply, more neatly placing your bag next to Eric's.

Eric grins, manspreading and patting his thigh, a silent invitation for you to come sit. Used to his antics at the point, you simply smile and roll your eyes, grabbing the papers you need from your bag before joining him.

You get yourself comfortable on Eric's lap before opening a writing document on his computer, getting to work on that homework.

Eric's arms lock around your waist as you sit on his lap, as tight as steel bars. He's obviously letting you use the computer to do homework as an excuse to hold you, but you don't mind.

Eric buries his face in your neck and breathes you in, taking in your scent. His nose is in the crook of your neck, his mouth occasionally kissing the back of your shoulder through your t-shirt.

It doesn't take long for you to feel Eric's growing erection, which presses up against your ass every time you shift on top of him. He not-so-subtly grinds himself up against you, grunting softly into your neck, and you flush.

"Eric?" You stop typing, turning your head towards where his rests against your shoulder.

"Mm?" He hums into your skin, hips still lifting slightly beneath yours.

"We- We can't, Eric. Your parents are home," you whisper, trying to fight against the heat that gathers in your lower tummy.

"It'll be quick," he counters.

"Eric-"

"And we'll be quiet," he adds, eyes flicking up to yours, his gaze intent. "You can be quiet for me, yeah?"

That comment made your heart skip a beat. For some reason, the idea of having to be quiet while Eric fucks you gives you a little thrill - maybe because you knew that it would be hard to do so. This, along with the idea of maybe getting caught, arouses you like nothing else.

You gulp, and slowly, you nod.

"Yeah, I think I can be quiet."

Eric grins.

With a strength that surprises you, Eric uses his grip on your waist to suddenly lift you out of the chair. You gasp when he turns and tosses you stomach-down onto his bed, leaving you in a vulnerable position.

Eric crawls on top of your back, leaning in to run his lips along the back of your neck. You shiver at the contact, a hand curling into his comforter.

Eric's hands find the button of your jeans, which he quickly undoes. His fingers hook in to your jeans to pull them down to your knees, just enough to expose you to him. He sits back on his haunches to lift you up onto your knees, giving him a full view of the wet spot on your panties.

Eric has to bite his lip to hold back a groan at the sight. He shifts forwards and grinds his hard-on against you through his jeans and your panties, your hips stuttering back against him.

A moan escapes your lips, and Eric stops moving, denying you the friction you want. He leans back down over you, his warm breath meeting the shell of you ear.

"No, no, no noise," Eric drawls. "This'll only get rougher if you're loud." The promise makes you throb.

He sits back up and makes quick work of his belt as well. The sound of leather sliding against jean fills the room before he tosses the belt aside, landing somewhere on the floor. Eric's jeans and boxers are quickly pushed down to free his erection, almost completely hard.

Your cheek rests against the mattress as you look over your shoulder at Eric, the sight of him towering above your vulnerable form only adding onto your arousal. You can see as Eric starts to stroke himself, his tip poking at one of your ass cheeks, spreading pre-cum.

Eric's pointer and middle fingers hook into the part of your panties covering your core, and he pushes it to the side, the wet fabric bunching up beside your pussy.

His hands grab your ass and he spreads your cheeks apart, giving him easier access to your core. He shifts his hips to align himself with your glistening cunt, his blunt tip resting against your folds, not quite pushing in yet.

"Ready?" He asks quietly. "I'm not gonna be gentle."

You nod, smiling up at him. "I'm ready."

Eric slams all the way in without a second thought, and you have to turn your head to bury your cry in the bedsheets. His pace is hard and fast even from the beginning, his hips clapping against yours.

You can hear his muffled groans behind his clenched teeth, your own whines muffled into the bedsheets. Eric's cock reaches a deep place inside of you that makes sparks fly behind your eyes, the friction maddening.

In another part of the house, Eric's parents make some noise, footsteps sounding on the ceiling. The idea of Eric's parents being so close yet not knowing anything makes you clench around him.

Eric's right hand slips down beside your face on the mattress, pushing under to clamp over your mouth, further muffled your noises.

"Stay fuckin' quiet," he orders, hips snapping harder. "I don't know what I'll do otherwise, baby."

Eric forces his middle finger into your mouth, your lips instinctively wrapping around the digit. You suck on his finger, tasting his skin on your tongue, eyes falling shut. The suction on Eric's finger makes him trob inside you, and you can hear him groan quietly again.

"Hear my parents upstairs baby? They've got no fucking clue I'm fucking your brains out."

Heat builds in your stomach with every thrust, and you moan repeatedly around his finger, loving the way he bullied your insides. You can feel your orgasm growing, pooling in your stomach, tightening with every moment.

"Eric," you whine around his finger, the only indication of your orgasm before pleasure takes over. You clench impossibly tight around him, strangling his cock with your cunt. Your whole body shakes with the intensity of hitting your peak, a euphoric rush going through you.

The way you tighten around him draws Eric over the edge as well, and he thrusts once, twice more before stopping and spilling inside you. His seed fills your cunt until it drips out around the edges, his hips twitching against yours as he rides out the pleasure.

Looking over your shoulder at him, you see him biting his lip as hard as he can to not growl through his orgasm, his eyebrows knit together. To you, he looked incredibly handsome in the moment, and you couldn't help but feel lucky that you were the girl that got to see this.

When Eric is done, he slumps over your back, face burying in the back of your neck. He kisses at your hairline as he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty but loved.

After helping you get cleaned up, Eric re-dresses you in your jeans and one of his t-shirts, only adding onto the desire he just displayed. Homework forgotten, Eric pulls you into his arms in his bed, and you cuddle up to his chest, where you stay until dinner time.