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It was better than he could’ve possibly imagined and Eddie almost couldn’t believe this moment was real.
He’d pined and ached for months daydreaming about it, ruminating on what he’d felt to be hopeless yearning over how fucking perfect it would feel to have Y/N underneath him. Before Sunday, before she’d surprised him so brilliantly with a confession he’d never expected, Eddie had held on to a sense of certainty that being so close to her would never happen. Early mornings and late nights had been spent craving the knowledge of how good it would feel to kiss that gorgeous mouth and grind himself between her pretty thighs, spilling cum over his fist to the unfulfilled desire for her.
He still couldn’t damn well believe that she liked him, that she was his girlfriend, much less that she might want him just as badly and yet she did. Y/N was spread out beneath his body, gasping between eager kisses and arching her hips up to the first press of his cock against her pussy, seeking it out while her hands skimmed across his bare chest like she couldn’t stop touching him. It wasn’t the first time he’d had someone in the back of his van eager to fuck, but it was already so much better than the minuscule handful of casual encounters he’d had despite that they hadn’t even begun to strip their clothes off. He was hard, harder than he swore he’d ever been in his whole damn life, and he couldn’t stop himself from rolling his hips down, right into the crux of her thighs so she could feel how intense the affect she had on him was.
Eddie knew, on some level, that they may have been getting carried away. Months of carrying a torch for Y/N didn’t change the fact that they hadn’t even been dating a week yet, a rationalization that it was probably too soon to let things go too far making his desire cool in slow increments. It was hard to focus on logic with his brain trying to shut off in favor of his hormones and the dizzyingly intense need to get Y/N’s panties off so he could eat her out until she screamed. Another roll of his hips had her arching up harder, lips pulling back from his so she could sigh out his name in the sweetest way he’d ever heard, nails gently scraping the skin of his back beneath the leather of his jacket. Her eyes opened, half-lidded and hazy like he’d already made her feel so good despite that they’d done little more than kiss and dry-hump. The idea that she might be that eager for him, so sensitive that he could bring her pleasure with only the barest attention, had a shiver racing up his spine.
God, he was going to enjoy every second of this.
If she wanted to keep going.
“Eddie,” she mumbled a second time and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning his cheek into the hand she pressed there.
Touches like that always felt as if they might eventually do him in, so soft and so much sweeter than anything he’d ever gotten used to. Before Y/N, the only touches he’d ever known outside of platonic relationships had been exclusively sexual, always lacking in the deeper sense of romantic connection he’d hoped for. With her, it always felt different. Even in that moment, when it seemed so much like they were about to fuck, it was nothing like it’d been for him with the few past partners he’d had. He could tell just by the way she looked at him, the gentle way she stroked her thumb across his cheekbone, gaze slipping into concern as she bit her bottom lip. Fuck, but he wanted to replace her teeth with his just to keep that pretty mouth so beautifully kiss-swollen.
“Is this okay? If we’re going too fast..”
She fumbled with her words, clearly nervous all of a sudden, her own thoughts seeming to race as quickly as he was sure her heart was, unable to feel the hurried thudding of her pulse when he was braced above her.
“I know you’re used to people seeing you as a one night stand and I don’t want you to think-”
“It’s okay, baby,” he reassured her, leaning down to peck the worried crease from her brow, smiling at the way her nose scrunched when his hair tickled her cheeks. “I know you’re not using me. This isn’t just some fuck that’s not gonna mean anything. You’re my girl, right?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“Then we’re golden. If you’re good to keep going then I am more than good to show you exactly what kind of dirty shit I’ve been thinking about these past few months.”
She smiled, a little bit flustered, but edging along into something sly, gaze challenging as her hand moved from his cheek to the nape of his neck, fingers sinking into the sweat-damp curls to be found there.
“Been fantasizing about me a lot, have you?”
He loved that she could be shy and brave in equal measure, his girl as sweet as she was forged of fire. The kindness and the sass that comprised her had stolen his heart almost immediately and he’d been ready to give it away from the simple fact that she cared so damn much. Having her smart off to him regardless of how fair it would’ve been for her to be a mess of nerves was genuinely sexy as hell, putting him at ease. He was probably more nervous than she was even despite having more experience, but her ability to banter with him like always helped keep him feeling brave, as brazen as he typically was in his day to day. Eddie smirked down at her, radiating the cockiness he’d shown on stage just minutes ago, and he liked the way her breath hitched when one of his hands skimmed up the outside of her bare thigh.
“The amount of times I’ve jerked off thinking about what kinds of sounds you’d make if I got my tongue inside you is probably unreasonable.”
Her eyes widened, more out of evident surprise rather than mortification, and she let out a breathless little laugh that made his heart want to burst right out of his chest.
“Really? I mean, I’m not an expert on this stuff, but I’ve always heard that guys hate doing that.”
“Cowards, baby. Cowards hate doing that. When it comes to eating pussy, I am exceptionally brave.”
Y/N laughed again, a little longer, delighted by his serial lack of shame when it came to all things related to sex, looping her arms around his neck to pull him back down. She kissed him so sweetly it took all his willpower not to blurt out that he was so fucking in love with her he barely knew what to do with himself sometimes. Instead, he kissed her back, slow and hot, having no issue whatsoever with building back up to the intense making out of a few moments prior. If they were going to have sex then he didn’t want it to be over too quick, even if fooling around while they were parked outside the Hideout was always an exposure risk.
“Let’s maybe put a hold on that until later. Start with fingers instead?”
“Any particular reason you don’t want me to eat you out yet?”
“Eddie, I literally just watched you play a whole set. Can you really blame me for wanting to get acquainted with your fingers after seeing what they can do? I mean, all this is big time new to me, but I’m not so hopeless that I can’t figure out what I want when I start wanting it. And I kinda really want you to finger me.”
“Well, what the lady wants, the lady gets.”
“The lady also wants the doors shut, if you don’t mind.”
“Okay, first privacy, then I finger-fuck you into blissful incoherence.”
Pulling himself away from her was a struggle, every impulse willing him to remain contently settled between her thighs, but the doors truly did need closing. The possibility of getting caught had added an incredible level of heat and fun to one of his past hook-ups, but he had no actual desire for anybody to witness what was about to transpire in the back of his van. He wanted Y/N all to himself, with no prying eyes or unwanted interruptions, so he kissed her quickly before he shuffled away to drag the doors shut. Closing them with two heavy slams cast the back of the van into further darkness, distant street lights providing a barely-there glow that let him see her still and she remained an absolute vision. Even with shadows all around her, Y/N was nothing less than devastatingly gorgeous, spread out upon the blanket looking like one of his wet dreams finally come to life. A week ago he never would’ve imagined that he’d have her there, skirt rucked up just beneath her ass and thighs still open for him, ready to let him touch and taste and finally fucking make her cum just like he’d always wanted to.
As he took her in, settled on his knees at so brief a distance, Y/N sat up on her elbows with her teeth worrying her bottom lip, expression a mix of affection and a touch of shyness for all his staring. She looked so sexy laying there, waiting for him to come back to her, and it was almost easy to forget with her lack of trying to hide herself that this was new to her. How new he didn’t fully know exactly, only aware that she’d never had sex and that she’d made out before, but it didn’t so much matter in the long run. He would be good to her, slow and sweet the way she deserved, and he’d have been the same way even if her experience exceeded his. Shuffling back towards her slowly, as if afraid she’d disappear like some sort of beautiful mirage should he dare to move too fast, Eddie let himself still in the space provided by the spread of her thighs. He kept his touch gentle and steady, relieved that his own mix of excitement and nerves hadn’t caused his fingers to shake as he took hold of her chin, grasp feather-light. He kissed her with just as much gentleness, withholding the return to the heated intensity of earlier just for now, needing her to feel that there was as much care in him towards her as there was want.
“We’ll only go as far as you want, baby. If you need me to stop, no matter when it is, all you’ve gotta do is say the word.”
“I don’t think I wanna stop at all, honestly, but thank you. Maybe we can just go for it and see how far ends up feeling right for the both of us?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
She gripped the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss, and he nearly melted from the tenderness of it, the way she returned the affection he showed her in kind. He wasn’t used to receiving that, had never much had a chance to give it when the only people he’d ever had in the back of his van had been strangers who barely even cared to remember his name. Y/N knew him, knew who he was, and she liked him for it, chose him when she could’ve damn well had anybody if she’d been inclined to it. The reality that he was going to have sex, or perhaps just fool around, with someone who had actual feelings for him beyond temporary lust had him feeling not only happy, but almost painfully aroused. Maybe he really was a hopeless romantic at heart, but the notion of being with somebody who actually gave a shit about him was as exciting as seeing her so proudly wearing a Corroded Coffin shirt of her own making. Eddie felt himself smiling as he kissed her back, happy as hell, and when Y/N pulled away to look at him curiously, he just shook his head.
“Lay back for me,” he told her, dropping both his hands to the insides of her thighs to give the meat of them a light squeeze. “Gotta find out how wet you are.”
Y/N settled down slowly, easing back to the blanket beneath the both of them, and she smiled at him when her fingers reached down for the hem of her little dress, tugging the rucked up skirt higher. She didn’t seem afraid to expose herself to him, not especially embarrassed for it, and if she was in any way self-conscious about getting closer to naked there wasn’t a sign of it on her face. If anything, she seemed happy to let him see her, keeping her trembling thighs apart so he could see the cling of her panties pressed snug to her cunt, the color of the fabric too hard to determine in the near dark. He could tell it wasn’t her strawberry-patterned pair and he was almost disappointed by the lack of them, feeling like it would’ve been all too perfect for her to have been wearing them the first time they got to fooling around. The scrunching of his brow must have revealed his quiet mourning, but Y/N looked to interpret it as a lack of enthusiasm for the sight of her, smile starting to falter.
“No, no, no, baby, don’t look at me like that. You’re so fucking sexy I’m close to embarrassing myself before I even get my hands on you.”
His hands groped her knees, squeezing them in reassurance, and he felt tension fleeing from her thighs as his fingers started to trail down them, skimming the insides on a path led nearer to her core.
“I was just hoping I’d get to see you in those cute little strawberry panties. You have no idea what they do to me.”
“Want me to wear them next time then?”
Eddie groaned, nodding eagerly at the possibility of that and her insistence that they’d even have a second time before they’d gotten through the first.
“Gonna just pull ‘em aside and have my way with you. Eat your pussy until you’re soaked..fuck you slow and sweet while you’re still wearing ‘em.”
He could see it in his head, the sight of his thumb hooked into drenched, pink cotton to hold it out of the way while his cock filled her up. He could feel how his dick throbbed from the thought, threatening to make him burst from pure want just the way he had when he’d used those same panties to make himself cum before. It was too far ahead and too much to think on, the here and now too precious to waste with daydreams of how he’d have her next. It thrilled him, though, to see the way her hips shifted, subtle enough that he could’ve missed it had he not been looking, and he so loved the indication that his promises for the future turned her on. Eddie needed to know how much, dying for it, and when his hands reached the apex of her soft thighs he trailed his thumb over the warmth of her through her panties, finding the fabric soaked through. He exhaled harshly, bending over her to kiss her, swallowing the gasp of surprise and more as he traced the shape of her again.
“Can’t believe you’re already this wet for me. Shit, baby, I haven’t even done much. You want me this bad? You really do?”
“Eddie, I’m crazy about you,” she said around a soft laugh, cupping her hands over his cheeks as she took in the amazement on his face like it was something adorable and surprising at the same time. “I’ve been turned on since you walked out on stage without a shirt on under your jacket. Do you not get how sexy you are?”
“Turned on by the whole rock star aura, are you?”
“I’m turned on by the Eddie Munson aura.”
She reached down, lashes lowering with lust and barely-there sensation as she slipped her hand over his, pressing his palm down to cup her cunt completely. It was a bold move, one that clearly made her feel a little shy, but she didn’t avert her eyes or hide when he ground the heel of his palm into her, gasping and arching into the tease of that touch.
“It’s just you, Eddie. Everything about you..I’ve never wanted somebody like this and it’s because you’re you. I just..I need you, baby. Can I have you? Please?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He’d been propositioned, seduced, and yet nobody had ever asked so sweetly to have him, shown that they wanted the whole of him like he was more special at his core than he would ever dare to hope himself to be. Y/N wanted his touch and his body and his heart most of all and nothing he’d ever done before was as intoxicating, as arousing as that. Not that first quick lay in the very same van they currently occupied. Not his first taste of pussy or cock. Not the sight of a warm, flushed body underneath his with wrists cuffed to his bedroom wall. For as good as it had all been, hearing Y/N ask for him, pleading and full of earnest care, trumped every one of those fleeting past encounters.
Fuck’s sake, he had to bite his tongue to stave off an ill-timed and quite possibly ludicrous marriage proposal, he was so damn gone for this girl.
“Can have everything you want. Anything. Shit, honey, can’t believe you’re mine.”
Eddie pressed his way beneath the band of her panties to dive down, slinking through the curls that crowned her sex to feel the wet of her, sliding over slippery folds with the purpose of pleasure in mind, determined to discover what she liked best. He stroked and searched, getting his fingers slick with her arousal, and when he found her clit she keened for him, letting him know when his touch had settled where she might need it. The first few caresses were gentle and slow, trying to figure out if she might be too sensitive for a direct touch, but Y/N bucked into his hand with a wordless urgency, pressing her lips together with a restrained whimper, eyes closing.
“That feel good? Gotta tell me how you like it. Let me know what feels best.”
“I don’t know. It all just feels really good. Don’t want you to stop.”
He wasn’t sure what she meant, how she wasn’t sure what she liked, and it told him that she’d definitely never even gotten this far with somebody else, that she probably hadn’t learned her own body yet. Y/N had confessed to a general disinterest in sex long before they’d started dating, so maybe that was why. In the end, none of that mattered. If she didn’t know then they’d figure it out together and he was more than determined to discover what made her tick, what got her off. He looked down, biting his lip at the sight of his hand moving underneath the cling of her panties, rings dragging against the cotton, and he could’ve passed out at the way she moaned when he rubbed a circling caress against her clit.
“That! Like that! Eddie, fuck, that’s so-”
She quieted when he repeated the motion, head lolling back against the blanketed van floor, and her fingers gripped his wrist tight like she was trying to keep him there, scared that he’d stop as soon as he’d started to touch her the way she needed. Smiling at the sight of her, becoming greedy for the pleasure and wanton for it, Eddie strummed that tiny bud with the precision all his years of playing the guitar had afforded him, never losing his rhythm. His body felt warm, the leather of his jacket making his back bead with sweat, and he knew he needed to shed that layer soon, too fired up from the heady experience of getting his fingers soaked from the wet of his girlfriend’s pussy. It wasn’t an easy task, not when she looked and sounded so good riding his hand, but Eddie pulled his fingers from her panties despite the disappointed way she whined at the loss, eyes opening to stare up at him in evident confusion.
“Just gonna get more comfortable.”
He lifted his fingers to his lips, sucking the slick from the digits while keeping his eyes on her, letting her see how much he loved getting a taste of her. It was as much a promise of coming events as it was him finally getting to sample what he’d been desperate to partake of for months, the tang of her so good he couldn’t wait to have more. He had no clue how she’d feel after all was said and done, if she’d be too tired or even sore for anything further later that night, but he was beyond willing to wile away the remaining hours of the evening with his face buried in her pussy. Eddie flashed her a wide smirk, unable to refrain from a bit of smugness at the way he heard her breath catch at the sight of him savoring the flavor of her. After a moment, she rolled her eyes, fondness apparent in the bemusement of it all, accustomed to his playful shows of mostly faux arrogance. Not about to be a shrinking violet when he was being so brazen and cocky, Y/N sat up and pushed the straps to her suspender dress down, settling into a grin of her own as she reached under the back of her shirt to unclasp her bra. He watched, mouth dropping in mute amazement and growing glee as she shrugged the lacy garment off without removing her top, hitting him on the chest with it. She laughed at the way he struggled to catch it, too stupefied to be coordinated at first, and he let it fall aside with an utterly lovestruck smile, so pleased at her show of confidence.
“Don’t take it all the way off,” he whispered, stopping her temporarily as she started to lift the hem of the shirt. “Can you leave it on for me?”
“I’m guessing the idea of fooling around while I’m wearing a shirt with your band name on it is really doing it for you?”
“It really is. Can’t think of anything hotter.”
“You gonna ask nicely then?”
He was absolutely putting a ring on this girl someday.
There was no question or debate in his mind about that fact regardless of how completely bonkers the thought probably was. Y/N was one hell of a cheeky minx when the inclination to it suited her and damn if that didn’t drive him absolutely wild.
“Can you please show me those perfect tits without taking your shirt all the way off?”
She looked flustered over the word ‘perfect’, probably not believing him in the slightest, but she lifted the hem above her breasts and in seconds his ability to speak seemed to fail him. He took a moment to look her over, enjoy the vision of her with her tight skirt pushed up around her waist and the scrunched letters of Corroded Coffin barely visible where she’d bunched her top up, breasts bare and so much better than he’d ever tried to picture in his mind. He wanted to feel the pebbled tightness of her nipples against his tongue, between his fingers, wishing it wasn’t dark so he could really appreciate the color of those peaks, hands smoothing over her waist as he shuffled closer.
“So fucking beautiful,” he reassured her, wanting to be certain that she had not a single doubt about how heart-stoppingly gorgeous she was to him.
“So are you.”
He let the humored chuckle cling to the inside of his chest, held inside like a breath full of hazy smoke, but even in his disbelief the high of her praising him was better than any joint he’d ever had. Y/N distracted him from drawing his hands higher, covered the length of his fingers and the coldness of his rings with the warmth of her touch, not letting him go further until he lifted his gaze from her chest to her face.
“I mean it, Eddie. Really.”
“I know you do, baby. Just not used to hearing that. I’ve gotten the cursory pre-fuck ‘you’re hot’ before, but I don’t think there are a lot of people who’d call a guy like me beautiful.”
Eddie knew he wasn’t bad looking in a general sense. He had enough of an ego about his appearance to cultivate it to his liking, after all, and while he wasn’t exactly the sort to regularly use conditioner or even always remember to shave when he started to stubble up, he thought he looked decent enough. An appreciation for his unruly hair, tattooed skin, and preference for darker clothing didn’t always rope him compliments or interest, proven by the fact that he was minutes away from what would only be his fifth foray into sex. That the girl he’d been mooning over for months looked at him all enamored was about as humbling as it could get and Eddie was glad for the dark if only for the possibility that it might hide how he may have started blushing.
Y/N leaned closer to kiss him, finally drawing his hands to her breasts as she sucked his lower lip with purpose, with the intent to let him see how bad she wanted him, and he loosed a groan at that delicate pull, the way her tongue traced the puffiness in the lightest tease. Her back arched, pressing her chest into his hands when he drew the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. She broke the kiss to stare at him with a lidded gaze that spoke of her longing and her lust, explaining it further as one of her hands slipped behind his neck to hold his nape beneath the wiry fall of his hair, a favorite move of hers.
“You’re hot and you’re gorgeous and you’re so much more than anybody has ever made you think you are. I’ve never gotten wet just looking at someone before tonight or before you. Seriously, you’re so stupidly sexy. In fact, I feel personally victimized by it and I’m holding you accountable for your actions.”
He laughed, couldn’t help himself at how serious she tried to make herself sound while she was accusing him of essentially being an attractive menace. It was amazing how she could balance the utmost sincerity with the sort of humor he needed to keep from being flustered by genuine compliments, all of it more things to add to the miles long list of reasons he was so crazy about her. Deciding he may as well play into it, expression as full of confidence as he always let it be when he was up on the Hideout’s stage, Eddie leaned into brush his lips across her cheek, following the shape of it towards her ear.
“Oh yeah?” he asked her, voice a throaty pure that he knew she wasn’t immune to judging by the way she shivered. “Should I start wearing the bandana on my head more often then? Or just forgo shirts entirely? I’ll gladly do both if it gets you this riled up.”
“Listen to you threatening me. You’re mean, Eddie.”
“Nah, I’m not mean and you won’t think so either after you find out how good I’m about to make you feel.”
He gave both of her nipples a pinch, light enough that he knew the pressure wouldn’t hurt, and the gasp it got him was everything he wanted, the moan that followed when he kissed his way down the side of her neck so he could make his way to her chest better still. Eddie wanted to hear every sound her pleasure caused, dying to savor each one the same way he did the different riffs of his favorite songs. He was hungry for more of it, beyond impatient to make her cum until she was crying out his name, knowing fully well the sound of it on her lips as she came would be spectacular. Eddie rolled his shoulders when he felt her hands pushing underneath his jacket, trying to help her work the garment off of him, and the relief of being free of it was immediate even while the heat holding him hostage remained. Not even a cool night could cause a chill in him when he had her close, laying her back again to drag his tongue between her breasts just to get a better taste of her skin. The weaving of her fingers through his hair, gently leading him to where she wanted, showed him what she was waiting for, and Eddie didn’t resist her, didn’t decline giving her what she asked of him. He circled one of her nipples with the same slow caress his fingers had used against her clit and while the reaction wasn’t as strong, she still squirmed with a needy restlessness that let him know she was enjoying it.
A few gentle flicks of his tongue had her biting back a moan and Eddie knew he simply couldn’t let that stand, desperate to hear her without restraint or hesitation. He didn’t know if Y/N was afraid that somebody might overhear them or felt timid about being too vocal with her pleasure, but he needed to hear her like he needed to breathe. The sounds she’d made with his hands between her legs had been like music to his ears and he liked his music loud, needed more than what he’d had thus far. He sucked one pebbled peak between his lips, flicking its twin with guitar-rough fingers, the firm press of her lips giving way to a gasp, relenting to the realization that she’d suffocate herself if she tried to hold back. She whined for him as she had before, letting him listen to her unrestrained, and he was proud if anything to make her feel good enough to forget whatever temporary worry may have suddenly come over her.
“Nobody is gonna come out here, baby. Even if they do, they’d know well enough to go away once they see the way we’re about to have this van moving.”
He heard her snort, the sound trailing into a giggle when the loose strands of his long hair brushed her bare skin, probably a little ticklish.
“When the van’s a-rockin’, don’t come a-knockin’ and all that?”
“Exactly. It’s only common courtesy not to interrupt an obvious vehicular tryst.”
Y/N hadn’t shown any notable signs of being tense for the possibility of being found out, but she did appear more relaxed after his reassurances, enough that she didn’t hesitate to lift her legs around his waist, pulling him down onto her with a surprising strength in her thighs. She only seemed satisfied once she felt the firm line of his erection pressing against her core again, rocking her hips into that hardness, the look in her eyes pleading. Eddie sealed his mouth around her nipple again and followed the motions of her body, covering her chest in wet kiss marks, nips and suction broken by his own throat-deep groans. He was so turned on it was borderline painful, the tightness of his jeans slowly becoming almost torturous, but it was still hot as all hell to know that he was so close to being inside her. The simple act of grinding himself against her, aware that only a few layers of clothing kept him from feeling her, was the perfect sort of tease, one he knew he’d only be able to handle for so long before he’d absolutely embarrass himself. It’d been so long since he’d last gotten laid, months before he’d even met her if he could remember right, and he was worried he wouldn’t last long enough to make it good for her. The last thing he wanted to do was pop off too fast and well before he could even make her cum, pulling his lips from her breasts to kiss her, breath ragged when he broke away to stare down at the growing pleasure on her face.
“Can I take your panties off, baby?”
“Depends.”
Y/N’s hands blazed a trail across his chest, the path of his fingers making his skin feel like it was on fire even with the delicate nature of her caress. She let her nails scrape so gently through the sparse hair on his chest, searching to find the thin treasure trail further down. Eddie felt himself go still, waiting and watching, and his cock throbbed as she gave his belt buckle a light tug.
“Do I get to see you too?”
“Yeah, you can. Fucking hell. Go ahead and take my cock out. Get nice and acquainted if you wanna. I promise he’s gonna like you.”
“He? Didn’t know your dick was sentient.”
“Should hear what he says about you when you’re not around. Lots of praise. Plenty of fawning.”
“Eddie, I’m trying to be sexy and you’re gonna ruin it by making me laugh.”
“Not possible. You’re at your most sexy when you’re laughing.”
The look she gave him was dubious, full of disbelief, and for as much as he was joking around, relishing their usual playful banter, he hadn’t really been lying either. He loved making her laugh, thought she was never more beautiful to him than when she was smiling, shaking with mirth whenever one of his more often than not terrible jokes stuck the landing. Eddie knew that he could be ridiculous at times, unashamed of his ability to be dramatic for the sake of humor, but Y/N seemed to adore that part of him and he loved how easily he could get her shaking with amusement. Just because he was presently turned on and practically salivating from the possibility of having her hand on his dick didn’t mean it wasn’t a perfectly fine opportunity to get her giggling all cute like she tended to. Laughter could help the nerves at any rate and not just hers to boot.
Her skepticism did not act as a deterrent from her wants and Y/N’s fingers worked around his belt buckle in an effort to undo it, eyes glancing down to see what she was doing in the shadows of the van’s interior. He didn’t feel the clasp coming open as he expected and he waited, watching as frustration began to pool into her features, scrunching up her brow until she let out a huff of exasperation. Eddie schooled his composure for all of a few seconds before he started to break, too goddamn tickled by her obvious struggling and how much it began to vex her, body just barely shaking as he restrained the building chuckles for her benefit.
“Okay, what sadist of a wizard designed this damn chastity belt? How does this thing work?”
He tried, he truly did, but the laughter tumbled out of him before he could stop it, turning his head to the side as he barked out a loud cackle, eyes scrunching shut from the hilarity of his girlfriend struggle griping over his belt buckle being too complicated. It took a moment, a relenting sigh, before Y/N seemed to accept that the entire thing was actually pretty damn funny, and she inevitably joined him. Her mirth was more subdued than his, not nearly as hearty a sound, but he was happy that she’d taken to laughing along with him just the same. She let go of his buckle to wrap her arms around him, hugging herself to his chest, and Eddie did the same, dragging her up with him as he sat back with her comfortably on his lap. It felt warm and wonderful, the two of them snickering together while holding on to one another, the intimacy different from what they were exploring that night, but not exactly new. He’d never been familiar with it in a capacity that wasn’t sexual, but he’d slowly learned it over his friendship with Y/N, discovering how much he loved closeness unrelated to fucking as his feelings for her grew. Mingling what had been common throughout the course of their relationship with what he did know, adding sex to it, only seemed to make everything in that moment feel so much better. He felt so stupidly happy, so much so that it would’ve scared him more had he not felt so eager to grab hold of this joy he’d discovered and hold tight to it with all the strength he had.
Y/N pressed giggling pecks to his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and his mouth, and Eddie soaked every single one of them up, beaming from the affection. It took the two of them a good minute or so to grow quiet, smiling still even when silence fell, and Eddie kissed her simply because he couldn’t resist. Laughing with her had far from diminished his ardor, the near unyeilding want of her having only grown because of it, and he coaxed her into moaning again with the sweep of his tongue against hers, taking over her prior attempts to get his infernal belt buckle undone. Knowledge and practice made it easy for him, the handcuff clasp coming undone with ease, and she seemed to recognize the sound despite the distraction of his kisses, shooing his hands away to take over. The button of his jeans came open, followed soon by the zipper, and he was thankful for the loss of pressure against his cock, breath kicking up when her mouth left his so she could look down between them. She didn’t hesitate for a second, slipping her fingers underneath the elastic band of his boxers to wrap them around his shaft, pulling him free of the thin cotton so she could see it.
The parting of her lips said something of surprise, possibly having not been sure what to expect, and he could only hope he didn’t disappoint. He hadn’t thus far, the people he’d been with before her having had nothing, but appraising things to say about the girth of him. It made him wonder if Y/N was excited by the feel of him so thick in her grasp or if she might be wary of if his size might end up being uncomfortable. She ran her fingers over him, feather-light along the smooth skin of his cock, and he bucked into her hand when she dared to drag her thumb across the precum beading at the tip, looking back up at him to gauge his response, see if it was right.
“S’better when it’s wet,” he told her, nodding his head when she spread the slickness she’d found as far as she could along his length. “Feels so fucking good.”
He didn’t want to tell her what to do, perfectly content to let her explore at her own leisure when he was so damn ecstatic just from the knowledge that the girl he’d been pining over and fantasizing about for so long had her hand on his dick. Eddie kept his hands on her hips, squeezing and kneading them in wordless encouragement while he gave her room to touch him however she liked, everything feeling fantastic. She worked with the slippery arousal she had to her advantage and stroked a fist over him slowly, from tip to middle and back up, jerking his erection with a silent confidence that mingled with a shred of inexperience. It wouldn’t have hurt to squeeze him a little tighter and he would’ve preferred a firmer grasp, but the pump of her hand becoming sure, steady around him was so much better than it had ever felt on his own. How could he possibly protest or complain when his girl was working him over like she’d been dying to try, her eyes glazed over the same way they’d been when he’d had his fingers on her clit, seeming to derive pleasure from his.
“I could go down on you if I wanted to, right?”
She asked the question without a shred of hesitation or timidity, posing the inquiry with an evident interest in her tone, like she’d probably thought of giving him head before they’d climbed into the van that night. Eddie knew she could feel the way his dick jerked at the very thought of her mouth on it, her brows angling up in interest at the feeling beneath her palm, and Eddie reached down to stop her from continuing to stroke her way over him, feeling like he’d end up spilling ribbons of cum all over her fingers if he let her keep it up. When he pulled, she took the hint to let him go, and he wondered if she was more disappointed than he was by the loss of her touch, laying her back down onto the blankets.
“You can whenever you want to, sweetheart. Just not this time. I’m kinda fighting not to cum already and you talking about wanting to suck me off is making it hard not to.”
“Next time then?”
“Shit, absolutely. Can take my cock down your throat if you want and I’ll eat your pussy at the same time too.”
“A little 69 in 86 then?”
“Mm-hm. I am beyond down for putting both of those numbers together as soon as possible.”
Eddie, no longer willing to let himself be distracted from what he’d originally intended several minutes ago, hooked his fingers into the waist of her notably soaked panties and finally started to tug them down. Y/N lifted her hips to help him out, giving him some assistance with working her shoe-clad feet free of the garment, and he stuffed the article into the back pocket of his pants for what he swore deep down was safe keeping. If she so happened to forget to ask for them back later and he got to hold onto her sodden panties for a little while longer, who was he to complain? It may not have been the strawberry pair he absolutely coveted, but Y/N’s panties were still Y/N’s panties and he’d start to horde a whole damn collection if she let him.
She laid before him, waiting for whatever he might do next, and he liked that she didn’t close her legs once he’d exposed her further, even if the way her fingers started to grip onto the blanket underneath her let him know that she’d started to feel slightly flustered. Eddie, for his part, couldn’t imagine why she might have even the slightest inclination towards being embarrassed once he finally got to see her, mumbling a quiet ‘fuck’ under his breath at the sight of her pussy. As with her breasts, he couldn’t help lamenting that he wasn’t able to tell the exact color of her, that the darkness in the van prevented him from seeing her as in depth as he longed to, but she was still gorgeous all the same. The thatch of curls and the puffy folds of her cunt looked good enough to eat, like a treat he was damn close to dying to get a taste of. He wanted so damn bad to just get his tongue inside her, slip it into the flowered opening he’d soon fill up with his cock to see how good her taste was from the source. Somehow, he felt like just getting to bury his face between her thighs would make him cum as fast as her hand on his dick had threatened to. It was one of the things he’d most fantasized about since his feelings for her had taken root. Y/N wanted him inside her, fingers and cock alike, and he would give her all the things she’d asked for and more. He’d give her every inch of his beating heart if she held out a hand for it and the thought wasn’t even scary, not when he knew her well enough to understand she’d treasure it, keep it safe.
“Turn on your side for me.”
Looking a little confused, but not objecting the request, Y/N shifted over to lay on her side as he’d asked. She spent a moment getting herself comfortable and Eddie reached into his back pocket for his wallet, feeling her eyes on him as he pulled the foiled wrapper of a condom from the worn leather. He pushed his jeans and boxers further down his thighs before he maneuvered himself to lay behind her, stretching out an arm to tug his jacket closer, bundling the leather up into a makeshift pillow for her head. He left the condom well within reach, pressing his front against her back, and the soft curve of her ass against his cock was a tease he welcomed, one that did nothing to distract him from how right it felt to have her quickly wrapped up in his arms. Y/N melted against him, understanding what his intentions had been when he’d asked for her to position herself in such a way, and he heard her let out a hum of contentment over how he felt behind her, the coziness of him spooning her. Eddie laid a kiss to her cheek, one of his arms looped around her from underneath to keep her close, a hand between her breasts.
“Gonna touch you again, baby. That all right?”
“More than all right.”
She wiggled her hips, pressing her ass back against him to goad him into doing what he’d said in a hurry, and Eddie reveled in her continued eagerness, the near impatience of her wanting his touch so bad. He was too excited about making her feel good to even consider chiding her for it, ready to do whatever she asked whenever she said the words, spreading her open by dragging her thigh to back across both of his. There was no waiting or teasing, fingers dipping between her legs without hesitation to find her even wetter than she’d been before, enough that some of the slick of her had gotten on the insides of her legs. Her cunt was drenched, giving him no need to lick his fingers to soften the roughness of his calloused digits, her own arousal helping him return to strumming her clit with perfect ease. Knowing what type of touch she liked best now gave him leave to do precisely that, the arm around her keeping her held close to his chest as he swirled two thick fingers in those tight little circles she’d responded so sweetly to. Her hips shuddered and worked towards the stroke of his hand just as they had before, accepting the pleasure of it with a moan of his name that went straight to his straining cock, the tip leaking with need.
Beneath her breathing and her growing mewls of bliss, Eddie could her the wet sound of his fingers manipulating her clit, flicking the bundle of nerves with the precision he’d learned as a musician over the years. Getting a feel for the right spot, the right speed and pressure was a far cry easier than it had ever been as he’d picked up the guitar, but every bit as fun and worthwhile. Y/N was sensitive, quick to start writhing and whimpering every time his fingers moved lower to gather up more of the wet from her entrance just to slather it across her swollen bud, the pinch of his other hand playing with one of her nipples. He kissed her cheek and her shoulder through it, happily listening to the way she built towards falling apart in his arms.
She didn’t stop him when he slipped his digits lower again and let them stay, trembling from the tendrils of sensation which had been leading her towards a high he hadn’t yet given her. Y/N turned her head, letting go of the near death grip she’d had on his tattooed forearm to scoop a hand around his cheek, leading him into a kiss she needed as much as he did. The position and angle made it a little awkward, but Eddie didn’t care, wanting the feel of her lips and the taste of her mouth as he dared to press just one of his fingers inside, groaning as she opened up for him. If it was at all uncomfortable, Y/N gave no indication of it, hips going still to let him sink his index as deep as she could take it, and the first reflexive squeeze of her all around it made him feel like he might just lose his mind. She was so unbelievably fucking tight, enough that he knew he’d be fighting tooth and nail not to cum just from getting the tip of his cock inside her.
He stilled into that first stretch, waiting to see if she wanted more, and all it took was a whispered plea against his lips, a ‘please’ spurning him back into action. Eddie let her have just one for a little while, a slow thrust in and out continuing on until he felt the tension inside her ease and relax as she got used to it. He listened and watched her face when their kisses briefly broke apart, trying to discern any sign there might be of discomfort, the worry which must have pinched his brow making the hand she still had against his cheek caress it with utter softness.
“More, Eddie. It feels so good, I promise.”
“Like this?”
A second digit filled her up, middle and index joined together to stretch her, ready her for more of what he could give her. She gasped at the feel of it, lashes fluttering from what may have been a combination of pleasure and strangeness, but Y/N continued to welcome his touch like it was all she needed to feel. It wasn’t long, no more than a handful of ginger thrusts before she was back to pressing herself towards him, riding the motions of his fingers to beckon him into a faster pace. Eddie gave her that, pumping both digits deep and quick until he could easily heard the heel of his palm gently slapping against her clit, the wet squelch of her taking his fingers inside one he hoped to replicate with his cock. Her leg had curled back over his thighs with a tight hold, the limb shaking as she kept herself spread for him, not wanting to lose the sensations she was experiencing for quite possibly the first time.
He could make her cum like this. He knew he could do it fast and do it well, give her an orgasm that would leave her trembling like a leaf close to being wind swept from a branch. Getting her off had been his precise plan the second he’d gotten his hand between her thighs again, more than prepping her to take him had been, but Y/N’s wants took priority to how he planned things in his head. When she reached down to grasp his wrist, squeezing lightly, he stopped just as he understood she needed him to, dragging his tongue over his own kiss-swollen lips as he watched her smile at him.
“I’m ready if you are. Wanna get the condom on, baby?”
“You’re really sure?” he asked, not wanting to sound like he was questioning her choices, but needing to be certain that he gave her the chance to change her mind if she wanted to.
Y/N’s smile only grew, her head nodding firmly, and she scooted forward to give him room, angling back just enough so she could watch him over her shoulder as he groped around for the condom. It took him a second or two to find it again, licking his fingers clean and wiping them dry on his pant leg before he tried to tear the tiny packet open. His hands shook in the attempt, nerves beginning to rise up in him in a way they hadn’t about sex in a while, not since it’d been brand new to him. He’d never been somebody’s first time before and he found himself nearly wishing for more experience than he had, that he’d fucked around enough to have total confidence that he wouldn’t mess things up. It was how Y/N kept looking at him which kept him from feeling overcome, watching him get ready without a single indication that she was afraid, her readiness to be with him helping him fight through his own worry. Eddie finally got the condom wrapper open, working the rubber down the length of his dick like he’d done it a million times rather than just a few. He wasn’t even aware that he’d relented to his habit of letting his tongue peek out from between his lips in concentration until Y/N snickered over it, smirking at her once he’d successfully sheathed himself in latex.
He scooted back behind her, resuming the same position he’d been in moments before, holding her near to him with the hope that it helped her feel safe with him and with what they were about to do. The way Y/N lifted her leg back over both of his told him that she was okay, that she wanted this and him just the same way that she had when they’d first started making out that night. Her mind hadn’t changed, showed no signs of it, and Eddie nuzzled his face against the side of her neck as he gripped the base of his cock in his free hand, rubbing the tip back and forth over her pussy from behind.
“Ready for me?”
Eddie posed the question in the softest voice he could, needed to hear one more confirmation as he slotted the head of his erection against her, biting his lips once the words had fled from him when just resting against her entrance had him feeling overwhelmed.
“Yeah. It’s okay, Eddie. I’m okay. I really want you, I promise.”
Her head turned, eyes meeting his, hand finding his cheek like before, and Eddie held onto the her gaze with his as he finally let his cock sink inside. He took his time, pressing forward with a slowness that bordered on being torturous to him, her cunt so warm and tight he thought he’d cum before she’d even taken half of him. He stilled past the tip, halting upon the sound of a whimper breaking from her lips, pressing his to her brow to soothe whatever discomfort she might have been feeling.
“Hurts?”
“No. It’s just..it burns a little, I guess, but it feels kinda good too. I think it’ll be okay as long as you keep going slow.”
“I’ll go as slow as you need me to. Just say the word any time and I’ll stop or pull out.”
“Could you maybe put your fingers on me again? Think that’d help maybe.”
He did as she asked without wasting any time, resting the heel of his palm against her mound as two fingers settled against her clit, touching her there with lazy strokes that seemed to help her relax through the hint of tension he felt in her body. The added pleasure did the trick, had her whimpers and sighs sounding more blissful than burdened by aching, and it let Eddie continue into her. He worked her open on his cock bit by bit, surprised how easily she seemed to take it when she was so incredibly snug, the level of slick that came to coat his prick smoothing his passage until he found himself hilt deep in the sweetest cunt he’d ever been inside. Thankful that he hadn’t blown his load before he could fill her up entirely, Eddie let out a breath he hadn’t come to realize he’d held tight in his chest until it whooshed out of him, fanning across the lips she’d parted in invitation of a kiss. He took it and then another, kissing mumbling words of praise and care over them, dizzy from the clench of her inner walls adjusting to his girth, already trying to milk him dry.
“So fucking good, baby. Hot and so fucking tight. Tell me how it feels. Need to know it’s all right. Not hurting you now, am I?”
“No. You feel amazing. Want you to move.”
“Yeah? Want me to fuck you now, make you cum all over my cock?”
“Please, Eddie,” she pleaded as if she had any need to beg when he would’ve found a way to drag the moon down from the sky for her if she’d merely asked him to. “Wanna cum with you.”
Eddie pulled out as far as the tip, driving into her again slow and halting, but firm just the same, tensing his thighs to ensure as much fluidity in the thrust and drag of his cock as he could. The position they’d settled into didn’t quite afford him the ability to pump his way into her at a steady pace, but he still found it worth it for the intimacy of holding her so near. He could still see her face, see every flit of emotion and elation on her features for each moment he spent without his lips seeking hers. The contact, the sight and feel of her all made him think he’d discovered what he’d been missing those fleeting times he’d gotten laid before. He couldn’t claim much to believe in any higher power, had no clue if there was such a thing as heaven. Eddie couldn’t imagine anything being as close to it as where he was then, with the girl he loved rocking her hips back to help spear herself on his cock and her eyes locked on his face like he was some type of beautiful dream made real.
The wet sound of her pussy being filled up by him, his hips meeting the meat of her ass again and again, mingled with the metallic creak of the van beginning to move with the pace he’d set. It grew louder, more notable when he quickened, fucking into her just a little faster to see if she liked it, wanted him to take her a little harder. Y/N keened for it, lashes fluttering as her eyes closed, and the moan that slipped from her lips was better than anything he’d heard in some of the porn he’d managed to get his hands on over the years. It was an earnest sound of pure euphoria, accompanied by another heart-stoppingly tight squeeze of her walls all around his length, her little clit feeling like it’d begun to faintly pulse beneath his fingertips.
“That’s it. Let me hear you. Need know how much you like it, how bad you want me to keep filling you up.”
She gave him what he wanted, unafraid to cry out his name, moaning it close to a prayer. There was no feeling quite like being on stage, playing the music that spoke to him even with only a few people watching, but even that experience couldn’t quite rival being inside her, fucking the girl of his dreams until she was drunk with pleasure on his cock. And, fuck, but it was so good for him too. She felt amazing, gripping him in a smooth, wet clutch that would end him before long, leave him ruined for anybody else, and he wanted it badly, wanted to be ruined that way. Caught up in his own feelings, in the relief and satisfaction of being with her, with this amazing girl who had chosen to see him rather than his reputation. A gentle, snarky goddess of a woman who had confessed to adoring him while he’d been certain he’d be heartsick over her forever, choosing him even he was sure she deserved better.
But, he was the only person she wanted, the only one she ever had, and despite all his prior crushes, his minuscule flings, Eddie felt all the more certain she was the only one he’d ever wanted too. He wasn’t so stupid to believe what they had, this brand new romance born from their friendship, would last forever, but he could hope for it. He could dream of that and reach for that possibility with both hands, holding her close while pleasure lanced through him with the promise of what would be the best orgasm of his life. All the while, he remained content to wish for what he wanted while dazed in the satisfaction of fucking her. Eddie moved his arm from around her waist, pulling it up to rest over the crook of his elbow to spread her wider for him, helping him sink into her with an even smoother glide. The weight of her leg strained his forearm, made the returned stroke of his fingers on her clit less precise and far more clumsy, but Y/N seemed not to mind. Swollen and sensitive as she was, every touch of his digits on that tender little sweet spot had her nearly weeping, her hand reaching back to clutch at his hip, nails digging burning little crescents into his pale skin. It was a sting he relished, one he thought he might want tattooed there forever, much the same as this memory would be permanent on his mind, the vision of her so close to her orgasm one he’d never, ever forget.
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Can feel it. Know you’re so fucking close.”
He pressed his mouth to the side of her neck, a sharp nip of his teeth followed by a softer press of his lips, and both made her moan, hands shaking where they held onto him. He felt her tensing, trembling, and it was all he could do not to cum himself when her pussy started to squeeze him again and again, hips erratic in their efforts to follow the movements of his.
“Come on, baby. Cum for me.”
“Eddie..”
She made the sweetest sound when she came, a soft cry following a plea of his name, and the gentle gasps that accompanied it made him feel ready to follow right after her. Y/N had been tight before and she was tighter still in the throes of her release, clamping down on his cock, fluttering walls so hot and snug, so perfect. His hips slowed as she was overcome, thrusting into her soft and swallow to ease her through the climax, but also because the grip of her was almost too much, restricting his movements to that gentler pace. Eddie held her through it, fingers refusing to still, and the way he worked her clit seemed to be just what she needed to keep the release powerful, keep her shuddering through the high for what felt like ages. Wet and warm, undeniably gorgeous through the overwhelming sensations he’d helped her feel, he forgot his own immense need to cum for a time simply because it was so gratifying to watch her fall apart.
“That’s it. Fuck, so good. Feel so fucking good when you cum.”
“Eddie, please.”
“What do you need? Gotta tell me, Y/N. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Y/N gripped a trembling hand around his wrist, trying to still the persisting caress of his fingers, shivering from the beginnings of overstimulation. He halted, letting his hand simply come to rest against her mound instead, feeling her pelvis continue to undulate from the aftershocks of the orgasm still working its way through her body, his own hips coming to a stop. Eddie let her fuck herself back on him, gratified by feeling how she couldn’t help herself from rocking back against him in her steady come down, kissing her shoulder through the thin material of her Corroded Coffin shirt.
“Want you to cum too.”
“Yeah? Need me to keep going? Fuck you until I’m satisfied?”
“Yes. Holy shit, yes.”
Her head turned, eyes wet with tears he knew had nothing to do with pain, and she grinned breathlessly back at him, moving her hand from his wrist to his mouth. Her thumb pressing along his lips, parting them, and Eddie relished the way she giggled when he playfully nipped at that digit. She pulled it back, curling her hand into a loose fist so she could glide her knuckles tenderly along the angle of his jaw, and the look on her face was something else, special in a way he couldn’t completely read. He wanted to believe there was love in that gaze even if he knew, rationally, she couldn’t have been there with him just yet. She liked him, had feelings for him, and had been all too happy to ask him out, all of that being more than enough for him for now. She didn’t have to love him the same way he loved her yet, because he swore from the look in her eyes that she’d be there in time. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part, but for the moment, Eddie didn’t care. He loved her and he would be plenty fine with waiting for her to catch up to him in that respect, give her the time she needed to figure it out.
Y/N tightened up around him, clenching down to urge him on, and he loved the playful smirk that came with the goading. He’d never had somebody so eager for him to cum before and it was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced, sexy enough to make him feel sure he’d probably lose himself in less than a minute tops. His cock jerked inside her, his stamina definitely flagging against the experience of feeling her cum on him, and when he drew back just to thrust forward again, Eddie was overcome by how much wetter she’d gotten him. She was fucking drenched, the additional slick of her orgasm making him slide back into her like it was nothing, parting her tiny cunt like they’d molded to the shape of one another. Eddie lowered Y/N’s leg, letting her thighs press together, and it somehow made her feel tighter still, his body curling around her, knees tucking against the backs of hers. He held her close in his arms, burying his face against the side of her neck to muffle his erratic panting, groans and whines rasped against her skin as he fucked her the way he needed just as she’d been wanting him to. Short, sharp thrusts that barely even left her cunt at all shouldn’t have felt as amazing as they did, but they were incredible, making him feel so damn good he knew he wouldn’t have been able to see straight had he kept his eyes open. Eddie couldn’t do much else than concentrate on the building feeling deep in his gut, the knot of tension making his dick feel so close to pulsing and spilling. Y/N only encouraged him, rolling her hips to help him, increase the delicious friction of her inner walls rubbing along his shaft, and he heard her through the thunderous pounding of his own heart in his ears.
“Cum inside me, Eddie. It’s okay, baby. Let go.”
He knew what she meant, how she meant it, but for a moment Eddie let himself pretend that he was bare, imagining that his cock was buried raw inside the slippery depths of her pussy. It was something he’d never done, one fantasy he’d never even entertained before that moment, but the thought of spilling inside her rather than the condom was one that made him nearly growl with longing against the warmth of her skin. God, it’d be so fucking hot to pump her full, get her pretty cunt all cum-slick and messy with his spend. He could picture it, imagine watching her clench with the aftermath of her release, swollen folds leaking drips of thick, creamy white and Eddie knew he’d discovered a new part of himself in that moment.
It couldn’t happen, wasn’t safe, but someday..
Maybe someday, in whatever future they might have together, it could.
Eddie groaned, long and low, feeling it through every inch of his body when he came harder than he swore he ever had. The wave of pleasure that washed over him, merciless and goddamn incredible, had him desperately fucking into her to work himself through it. He felt the first hot burst of his cum spilling into the condom, wet heat coating the tip of his length, and he’d never been more aware of that feeling during the height of his climax, sated and yet still greedy for more. Before him Y/N moaned like she was cumming all over again, whispering the word ‘yes’ again and again, loving the sensation of him finding his release inside her body. She shook almost as much as he did and he kept holding her to ease both of their trembling, swearing his toes curled with how potent and powerful the orgasm was for him. His prick pulsed and throbbed until he had nothing left to give, but the sensation and the high of it lingered, blissfully wrapped all around him just as he’d wrapped himself around her.
“Shit, baby, that’s it. That’s so good. Never been better. Sweetest fuck I’ve ever had. Fucking love the way you make me cum.”
He wasn’t even cognizant of the fact that he’d begun babbling fuck-drunk praise until he heard Y/N giggling over it, endeared by his pleasure-induced rambling. Eddie nuzzled his nose along the side of her neck, skimming one of his hands up to cover one of her breasts, cradling the softness as he peppered lazy pecks of affection wherever his lips could reach. His hips rocked gently against the softness of her ass until he was well and truly spent, stilling only for a brief while, trying to soak up this once in a lifetime moment with her for as long as he possibly could. It would always be something special with her and he knew that, reminding himself as he gripped the base of his cock to cautiously pull out that being with her would never fail to being meaningful. The first time, the second, the fifteenth, if he was lucky enough to have her that long; they would all be something he could cherish. In the end of it, the aftermath of the best sex of his life, Eddie felt almost choked up deep down from the realization of how much he’d been missing and all the things he’d needed before that night. He’d been so starved for the sort of connection with a partner that he had with Y/N and he hadn’t even been aware of how badly until he’d discovered it, swallowing against a sudden lump in his throat while he set to work removing the condom.
“Be right back with you in a second. Just stay nice and cozy for me.”
Eddie managed to collect himself as he tied the rubber off, shrugging silently as he dropped it towards the far off edge of the blanket where he could pick it up later. He settled into how good he felt instead of letting his feelings overcome him, body feeling relaxed and heavy in the way it always did after he’d had a particularly spectacular orgasm. More than overwhelmed by the rawness of his own emotions, he felt content and happy, looking back at Y/N in the dark. He’d gotten the girl, been chosen by her, and what they’d just shared would only be the beginning of so many incredible things, sex included. Their friendship had come to mean the whole damn world to him and having the love on top of that, the knowledge that they wanted to be together, felt for damn sure like the best thing his shitty life had given him since his uncle. Riding the good mood that came with a well-played set and some fucking stellar sex, Eddie laid down behind Y/N again to pull her right back into his embrace.
“Feeling good? Not too sore or anything?”
“Nope. Well, okay, maybe a little bit sore, but it’s not as bad as I thought it’d be. I honestly feel really great right now, aside from all the..gross, sticky stuff.”
She turned over, facing towards him so she could cuddle herself into his slightly sweaty chest, and Eddie let her tuck her head under his chin, certain he probably looked as happy as a cat lounging in a warm sun spot.
“Yeah, fucking gets pretty messy. S’awesome, but we’re gonna have to hit the bathroom before this stuff dries too much. That’s when it gets kinda awful.”
“I sorta have to pee too.”
“Probably should anyway. I dunno all the specifics and shit, but I’ve heard it’s like..a good idea or whatever for girls to piss after sex. I’m sure there’s some scientific explanation for why or whatever, but yeah, you oughta once we can pry ourselves off each other.”
“Kinda sucks, honestly. Sticky grossness and having to go aside, I’m really comfortable right now.”
“Me too, baby. Could stay here all damn night.”
Y/N hummed, a thoughtful sound, and he wondered what she was thinking, one of his hands running up and down her back, beneath the material of the shirt she’d made to surprise him that night. He didn’t know if the motion was lulling for her, but it definitely would’ve been for him had he not already started considering the possibility of getting back up to dirty deeds. He was still, after all, dying to eat her out and he was plenty sure she’d be down to let him. Probably after they’d cleaned up and whatnot, but the opportunity was there and he wouldn’t pass it up once it properly presented itself.
“I was supposed to crash at Brandi’s tonight, but do you think I could stay at your place? I know she’ll cover for me if I need her to.”
“Gotta check with her first, though, right? It’s probably gonna be obvious as hell what we got up to out here.”
“I don’t mind. Hell, she and the girls are probably gonna celebrate. Maybe also grill me for details I’m not ready to give right now, but mostly, I’m expecting a whole lot of squealing.”
“No embarrassment then?”
He felt Y/N pressing her lips to his chest, right over a heart that still seemed to be beating a little faster, ever erratic because of the way he felt about her.
“You and I are nothing to be embarrassed about.”
The fact that she wouldn’t be ashamed of him or of anyone knowing that they’d hooked up made him feel a surprising amount of relief. He wouldn’t have been shocked for her to be shy about people knowing he’d popped her cherry in the back of his van of all places, but he definitely hadn’t expected her to be so completely fine with the information becoming common knowledge among their friends. She wasn’t upset or chagrined about being with him, neither in a general sense nor in a sexual one, and that did something really amazing for his confidence. Grateful and damn sure happy as fuck, Eddie hooked a hand under her chin to angle her face up, needing to kiss her and he did so with the biggest grin on his face, one he was sure had to be dopey as hell.
“How about this? We’ll hit the bathrooms, get cleaned up, and I’ll rescue you from your friends before they can start grilling you for all the dirty details. Then we’ll go back to my place where I’ll eat your pussy until you’re screaming before we spend the rest of the night cuddling in my bed. Sounds pretty perfect, right?”
“Uhm, almost. You better squeeze some time in for me to suck you off, Munson. I’m not about to let you have all the fun.”
Eddie choked back a laugh, reminded himself that no, he really couldn’t ask her to marry him now because that would be borderline ridiculous, and nodded his agreement.
“Can we stop and get some burgers or something on the way too? I dunno if it’s just a me thing, but I’m freaking starving. I think sex makes me hungry.”
“Hell, yeah. Whatever you want, baby.”
He may not have been able to give her the moon or the stars, any of those far-fetched things, but he’d give her whatever she asked of him that he possibly could.
He’d give her his heart most of all, without hesitation and with a smile, and he knew deep down that she was on her way to giving him hers in return.