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Your jaw ached, the mandibular joint straining as you opened your mouth wider to take his tongue between your teeth. His palm pressing to the arch of your spine, holding the curve of your ass with ease as his fingers itched the fabric of your shirt higher up. He tasted of the slight acidic twinge of orange juice and butter, an underlying metallicness to his breath from coppery beer and microwaved sliders, and you craved it, the way the lungs crave the cool, dewy air in the morning during the summer before the summer hits, while the chill still lingers from the night. His other arm wrapped around your back and pinching the nape of your neck, he held your torso flush against his with your hips slightly raised over his pelvis as your thighs gripped the sides of his lap. You expected him to flip you at any moment, push you so you lay beneath him and chuckle at how pretty you look all flustered and shocked, nuzzling the side of your face and breathing in your ear as one thigh presses to your core and his right hand travels down your body, purring a comment that in a daze you would never be able to tell was supposed to be praise or degradation but would make you arch your hips into his palm either way. Nonetheless, as his chest rose and fell heavily and he just kept kissing you, molding your body against his fingertips and tugging at you needily, your chest tugged abruptly, painfully, and your hands leaving the waves of chocolate that spiraled to his shoulders, you shoved your palms against his chest and forced him down to the mattress; the springs squeaking before he giggled, his arms outstretched and palms facing up with a grin plastered on his agape lips and he then huffed, “hi,” watching with a catching of his breath as you slipped your palms on top of his, lacing your fingers and humming with a cat-like arch above him.
Only, a high pitched squeak escaping his next breath, with a quirk of your brow, you pulled up slightly and asked, “are you okay with this?”
“Uh-no, no yeah, yeah I’m okay,” he gulped, “it’s just um-just you uh, being on top of me and looking up at you…” The blush in his cheeks deepening, you bit back a smile at how flustered and shaken he was, the discomfort quivering through him not from the desire to get away from you, but to push up into you, the idea of being pinned down by you making his heart feel as though it would burst from his chest and that his dick would explode, a comment he didn’t shy of joking even while in the midst of pounding into you. “Well, if you c-couldn’t tell already but I’m… Really hard.”
You lowered your hips slightly and gasped at the confirmation of his stiffened bulge leaking against the thick denim of his tight jeans, filling the space between his thighs with hot blood and making his groin burn. “Oh baby,” you giggled.
“You like this?” Tugging at his fingers, lowering yourself more for more stability, you didn’t say anything but guided his touch to feel the swell of your mons before the wetness of your tender petals from beneath the sticky cotton of your panties, making his mouth open again and a soft groan to rumble from his chest. “Fucking hell sweetheart how are you already so wet…”
“You drive me crazy-” stammering, you could see Eddie nearly have to physically restrain himself from sitting up and slamming you down, mauling you with tongue and teeth and rip his worn, hole-tattered Judas Priest shirt from your body. Instead, pulling his hand back alongside yours, he whimpered up at you.
“I-I want you to-to press your hands on m-my shoulders and keep me down, okay? I want you to use me.”
“You want me to…”
“I m-mean just touching me, anywhere is-fucking good.” He laughed at himself. “You touch me anywhere and it just… Makes me lose my god damn mind.” His hands squeezing his your hips and pulling you further down onto him, manually grinding your sex onto his and hissing at the building friction, feeling as though if he just continued that motion that he wouldn’t last long, his sensitivity and neediness mounting.
“Eddie, what do you mean by using you?”
His eyes went blank, glossy looking up at you, almost shrinking as he blinked and laughed nervously. “I just, I want to be… Of use to you, you know? Which isn’t necessarily new, I tell you that all the time.”
“I know-”
“But like, I guess what I’m meaning this time is-is that I want you to use… My body, I want you to fuck me… For your own… Pleasure.”
“Eddie if this is in any way because you think you aren’t pleasuring me while you fuck me or that I’m not getting anything out of our usual than you are so stupidly wrong I could just about hit you!”
You bounced up slightly when he laughed again, this time coming from his belly. Then, his palms squeezing the soft cinch of your waist above the arches of your hip bones, cupping the bottom of your ribcage, his expression softened again and he squirmed slightly beneath you before revealing, “I gu-guess it’s just coming from… Spending a lot of my life feeling like… I’m not really-or being able to grasp that I was… Wantable, and that was just something that stuck with me-”
“How can you say you’re not wantable? Eddie?” You pulled your hands away from him and sat back, your stomach knotting at the sudden idea that you didn’t do enough to make him feel desirable. You knew his home life wasn’t the most nurturing, that him and his uncle didn’t have the closest relationship, that—even though he hardly spoke of them—he never got a chance to know them. He shot up as soon as you pulled back.
“No, no it’s not you at all please don’t think that, you make me so-happy and, and good, and really wanted and stuff but it’s just, something I’m processing, okay and part of that is the-the idea… I think it’s like, if you use me, if you tell me what to do, if you touch me and ride me because you want to and not because I’m making you or in control, then it’s like… You still want me, you want to be with me.”
“I always want to be with you…” Your palm fitting against his cheek, you let him wrap his arms back around you. “I guess… I understand that feeling, but you’re just so… You make me so-constantly-”
“You do too. ”
“I just want to make you feel good, and sometimes that means I don’t think about… Myself? I mean really you make it like I don’t even need to think about myself because I’m so taken care of.”
“You mean that?”
You grabbed the other side of his face and pushed further against him, “yes-yes, completely, all the time.”
“I just feel like I could do more for you. That I don’t deserve to…”
“Please-Eddie-”
“You’re so fucking out of my league, princess, and that makes me feel like I need to work, I don’t know, extra hard to make myself worthy to be with you-” you cut him off with your mouth, forcing a compulsory “im sorry” the next you parted only to turn your head.
Pushing him back down, your fingers tingling, you kissed him with as much force as you could, moaning and sighing, grinding your hips down before huffing, “take off your clothes, pl-please take off your clothes.” Then lifting your hands to tug your shirt off, tossing it off the bed while Eddie did the same, only, asking you to get off of him for a second. You hesitantly did so, thinking it was just to maneuver his jeans down his legs, but that when he swung them over the side of the bed and got up.
“Ed-”
“Come here,” he reached toward you, taking your hands and scooting you to the edge, “just-side here with your legs, yeah, that’s it. And I’m just going to…” Still gripping onto your hands, he lowered himself to his knees, “sit here on the floor.” And that’s when it clicked for you. His tongue swiping across his bottom lip, an almost cold wave of heat flooded through you, and you murmured a thick, oh, at the sight of him like this. He squeezed just above your knees. “Okay so… You know how I’m always worried about you… feeling good? And how I want you to use me?” You raised your brows, and he smirked, his eyes almost watering at the sight of you shifting your hips up to better reveal the glistening pink of your petals, glistening and sticky, begging him to consume you. “I want you to fuck my face, baby… I want to start this with… Servicing you with my mouth, if that’s okay.”
“U-uh-okay-okay yeah-” You whimpered.
His hot breath hit the insides of your thighs and you fell completely on your back, finding a hand burying itself on the top of his head in his thick hair, pulling him toward you and smashing your hips against his face, guiding his suctioning and lapping tongue to the erect nub of your clit, the sheathed bundle of nerves burning at the contact and causing you to cry out. Your chest lifting slightly with jagged ripples of pleasure making your core tighten and your walls flutter, it tugged you back to a seated position so your shoulders leaned over him and you shook above him, both of your hands tangling in his hair before one returned to the sheets and Eddie grabbed it, squeezing his fingers around your knuckles while the wet squelching and popping of your juices being slurped by him cut through your cries. It didn’t take long for you to be close, the increasing tension of your climax making you buckle and claw at Eddie’s hand. He increased his pressure and speed feeling this, until you nearly ripped his hair out yanking him away and sobbing, “n-no no, sto-stop, Eddie-”
His chin and puffy lips glistening in your juices, his wild eyes met yours and he gulped. “What? What’s wrong are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“I-I want you inside of-of me, I want to cum-around you-”
“God sweetheart you just saying that could make me cum right here.” Good to know, you thought to yourself, but let go of his hand to pull at his shoulders.
“I just need you to hold off for a little bit longer so you can fuck me.”
“O-okay-okay-” He grunted, simultaneously climbing above you before hoisting you further up the bed with him. “Is-is this okay do you want me on top or do you-”
“Why aren’t your pants off yet?!” You looked down at him bewildered. His bangs hanging in his eyes damp with sweat, he proceeded to scramble in disrobing himself, nearly falling off of you while kicking the denim from his ankles alongside the plaid boxers he wore. Nevertheless, he fitted back between your legs and gasped.
“Oh fuck, fuck I can f-feel how wet you are…” He whimpered, his head pushing against your folds gently as you took your hips and slowly ground yourself up and down his length, not letting him enter you yet but slathering the bottom spongey columnar tissue and pumping veins with your pearly white honey.
“F-feel that?”
He involuntarily snapped his hips and bent down to messily kiss you. “Pl-please l-let me be inside of you, I want you, oh god I want you. Wait-I-is it okay-if I be-beg like that?” You kissed him again, giggling at the newfound submissiveness you were getting from Eddie Munson, your metalhead boyfriend who had tattoos and rings and leather jackets beneath jean jackets adored with patches and pinned with chains, his nickname being that of the Freak, but no true freak he was; “please let me inside of you, please-please fuck me I want you to fuck me so bad, I want you to use me as your little fuck toy so bad, h-holy-fuck your hands I love it when you use your hands, you’re so good at touching me… Keep touching me pl-please don’t stop.”
“Get on your back.” You ordered, and with another grin, Eddie flipped himself next of you, the mattress bouncing gently before you swung your leg over him to straddle his lap for the second time.
With the next arch of your spine, you let his cock sink into you, taking his length all at once with the spasming of your muscles as they struggled to adjust to him, making his hands fly to your ass and spread your cheeks as you began slamming down on him, taking both his breath and words away with the increasing of your rhythm. Your head falling back with the throbbing of your cervix, watching you with his wide doe eyes and neck strained, Eddie then pressed his palm to your stomach before slipping his fingers to touch your clit, rubbing you so hard you nearly collapsed against him with the rocking of your hips sending you right up against the edge of your climax faster than you could comprehend, a choked moan tearing from your lungs followed by his name until you could make just about as much noise as he was able to, discombobulated pants and squeaks and heaving whines that got lost in one another until he shouted, “cum on me-cum on me, fuck I need you to cum on me, cum all over me-I need you everywhere please-please I’ll be go-good here I’ll-I’ll-” He began trying to buck his hips up into you, choking on the air in his lungs with long, strung out moans and whimpered ‘thank you’s” as you fell forward into both his cock and hand and your depths yanked so hard around him that it caused his balls to squeeze and him to pop inside you, hot strings of viscous sperm coating your walls before dripping down your thighs. He kept bucking his hips, milking himself inside you while rubbing your raw, burning clit so you rode out your orgasm with him.
The final contraction of your high making you crash, falling down on top of him with your head falling below his jaw, you gulped down the air in your lungs, trying to calm your heart as exhaustion weighed you down and you both loosely held each other.
“Fuck-” you murmured. “That was so good…”
“Yeah?” He gave a closed-mouth smile, his lids heavy as he tucked his chin to kiss the top of your head.
“Was that good for you?”
“Are you kidding? You’re… Amazing. Each time I’m like, this can’t get any better, but then it does. ” You began to push yourself up and off of him while kissing him, this time slow and gentle, but he caught you. “Wa-wait, can we just stay here for a little bit… Can we just lay here…”
“Of course,” you nodded, giddy and warm, enjoying just as he was enjoying the feeling of his girth still rubbing against your walls, slick and drooling with each minimal movement.
A few seconds later, his breath caught and he hummed, “god, Y/n, you’re still-squeezing around me…” Becoming drowsy with post-orgasm bliss. You brushed his hair back and slowly began grinding your hips back and forth again, causing his whole body to tighten and for him to yelp, “da-dammit-wa-wait-I’m so-sensitive what are you doing-fu-fuhuuuck y-you’re gonna-you’re gonna make me-” he then laughed, manically, “hard again!”
You bit your lip. “Didn’t you want me to use you?”
“Oohh… Now-that’s just cruel.” Despite the pain that laced his voice, you could feel him growing inside of you again, a kick of his hot length making you just snap your ass down harder, sighing due to your own overstimulation.
“Please, I need more-I need more.” You then whimpered, “fuck me, from on top, I want you on top.” Squeaking, then laughing when Eddie urgently shoved you beneath him, that being the final string in bringing him back to attention.
“Christ, there’s no one like you.” He panted, not wasting another moment to throw his hips forward and earn a cry from you, going as fast as he could, knowing he wouldn’t last as long the second time around.