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You listened to Eddie move around outside the bathroom, collecting things for the gig his band were playing tonight. You regrettably had to decline, having already been invited to dinner with Robin and some of the other girls. Even though the regular cast of supporters would be there, it was a shame you were missing this one. You tried to never miss them.
And it had nothing to do with the fact you liked the watch the faces he pulled when he was deep in concentration on a riff. Absolutely unrelated to the fact you imagined that’s what his face would look like while he was fucking.
God, how long had it been since you got laid?
The secret lustful thoughts you’d been having about Eddie had been going on for over 4 months now. People already thought it was weird that you were roommates; you could have chosen a friend, he could have bunked with a bandmate. But something in you both silently decided it was better to have a stranger as a roommate. No ruining friendships, no relationship-ending fights, no messy breakup. And it had been working just fine for the 9 months you’d been renting together.
Mostly you both kept to yourselves, but there were some...silently reached agreements.
If you were watching movies in the living room, he was welcome to join.
It was ok if you shared certain foods without asking.
Some tshirts and jeans had become...shared, somehow.
If he had a bandana on the handle of his bedroom door, he was fucking someone.
Not that it needed to be there; your bedroom was through the wall. You heard everything.
Every low mutter, every whine from the other person, every... smack .
At first you’d just laughed and put headphones in. No biggie. But increasingly often he was sneaking into your thoughts in a way that was...
You wondered if he noticed your lack of booty calls to the apartment recently.
As he continued to make noise just outside the door and you kept thinking about his sex habits, you found your hand wandering down to your clit. You gently teased it, thinking of Eddie and the low groans you were used to hearing through the wall just as the bed frame stopped hitting it. You wished you could hear that groan right into your ear...
You felt yourself start to get embarrassingly wet at the thought of Eddie cumming in you, after fucking you so hard that the bed dented the wall. Someone else would be through that wall, listening...jealous...but not you. It would be your cunt Eddie pounded into...
You finally started the shower and sighed softly when the hot water hit your tingling skin. You let one of your fingers slip through your wetness and inside you.
You pressed your forehead gently against the wet tile and propped one leg up on the side of the bath as you slid another finger inside yourself. You rocked your wrist and teased your most sensitive spot to the thought of Eddie bending you over and taking you up against a wall, over the counter in your kitchen, riding him in his bed...
Your thoughts ran wild with images of him naked, sweating and gasping; an endless cycle of filth.
Eddie, Eddie Eddie-
“Yeah?”
The bathroom door – apparently unlocked – swung open to the sound of Eddie’s casual voice.
You jumped and gasped as you locked eyes with him, your fingers slipping painfully out of your pussy and trying to cover yourself instead. You already knew it was too late.
“Eddie! What the fuck man??” You panted, your voice sounding a lot more fucked-out than you would have liked.
“You...called my name...”
Did you? Out loud?
Well, fuck.
Eddie’s eyes dropped to your hand, covering your pussy and nestled gently against your clit. A hot flush crept up your neck.
You looked away from him in embarrassed horror and started moving your hand to switch off the shower, turning towards the water stream to face away from the shame.
“Don’t.”
The one word from the doorway had you freeze on the spot, your fingers still gently touching your clit. You cautiously turned back around to him.
“Don’t?” You questioned, feeling the throbbing between your legs start up again immediately, even before he confirmed it.
“You heard me.” He said with a glint in his eye you’d never seen before. “Don’t move your hand. Keep going.”
You felt your knees go weak and almost cringed at how desperate you were. You obeyed, trying not to look too eager. You started moving your fingers in small circles over your clit, facing him once again so he could see.
To your surprise, he walked further into the room and leaned back against the sink, settling in to enjoy the show. You felt your stomach flip inside you.
“Does your cunt miss those fingers inside it?” He asked casually, and you felt your jaw fall open. Hearing him speak like this was something you never, ever thought you’d hear outside of your filthy imagination. You nodded harshly, your clit sending shockwaves through you at his words.
“I don’t know if you deserve that yet.”
You let the gasp fall openly from your mouth now. You wanted him to hear every reaction he pulled from you.
Suddenly it occurred to you, watching him stand there fully clothed evaluating your vulnerability, that you could toy with him. You wanted to test this new dynamic a little.
You sank to your knees in the bath and let the shower water overhead soak into your hair like heavy rain as you knelt. His eyes already lit up with interest, tracking your every move.
You spread your knees apart, giving him a much clearer view while you stroked and teased your clit. You knew looking up at him from this angle would push him over the edge.
You were right; Eddie’s face flashed dark for a second as he watched your filthy display. Without saying a word, he slid his jacket off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His tshirt followed, pulled up over his head and discarded in a pile.
You almost felt your mouth water when he took a step closer and started unbuckling his belt.
Suddenly your body burned for him; the ache between your legs was almost painful.
“Eddie.” You panted, continuing to play with your clit. “Please-”
You didn’t even know what you were begging for. All you knew was that you wanted him; anything he would do to you.
Eddie dropped his jeans over his ass and let them fall to the floor; you could see the clear outline of his dick, straining and soaking a stain of pre-cum into his underwear. He was achingly hard.
You licked your lips and looked up into his eyes, questioning.
He answered by taking one step further towards you and pulling his underwear down just low enough that his dick was freed, springing to your face eagerly.
You took a second to admire it, and to privately gloat to yourself that you were finally getting him the way you wanted him, before leaning forward and licking him from base to tip.
Eddie hissed at the contact of your mouth; it was so hot and soft and deliciously wet.
His hand landed on the back of your wet hair, cradling you and guiding you to where he wanted you. You'd never been happier to oblige in your life.
You took Eddie Munson’s cock into your mouth and pushed yourself as far as you could, ignoring your brief gags on the way. His broken groan and the tightening grip in your hair as his head fell back was like a religious prayer.
“Fuck, yes...” He hissed, looking back down at you. You gazed up lustfully into his eyes; they were so dark it was intimidating.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good...” He gripped the hair at the back of your neck and started thrusting gently into your throat. You could die right now, you thought, and you’d die happy.
You needed this to speed up.
You ignored his guiding hand and bobbed your head at a maddening pace, adding your hand for more sensation and sucking hard on each pull back. He growled and his hand held your hair tightly in desperation. As you predicted, it was only a minute until he had to stop you with a hand on your chin, pulling you off of his cock. You made sure a vulgar trail of spit followed when he pulled back, and he sighed at the sight.
You stared up at him with pride beaming inside you; he was panting slightly at the restraint needed to not cum yet. His eyelids were now low over his eyes with the intense desire for you, and a pink flush was creeping onto his bare chest. You’d never felt more smug in your life.
“Get up.” He ordered, and the commanding tone to his voice sent a shockwave through you. You could get used to this.
You obeyed immediately, realising you didn’t care what he wanted to do as long as it didn’t involve putting your clothes back on. You stood in front of him, naked and dripping from the shower stream, waiting.
He took his time letting those lust-blown dark eyes roam over your entire body, like he was patiently deciding where to start. He stepped gently out of his jeans and underwear while you watched, the painfully empty ache inside you begging him to fill it. You were close to jumping out of the shower at him if he didn’t make a move soon, but you didn’t want him to know that. You wanted to win this little game.
“Do you want me to be sweet?” He asked, finally looking back to your face, as he took his dick in his hand and started stroking it at a teasing pace. “Or...not so sweet?” You felt your mouth open a little wider against your will.
He was...making you say how you wanted to be fucked? Offering to tailor himself to your preferences?
The aching to be filled became painful. You could feel pulsing wetness dripping between your legs with every passing second.
“Anything.” You panted, your hand returning to play with your neglected clit while you watched him touch himself. “I just... need you.” You managed, your voice pouring out like thick molasses.
Eddie seemed to like that answer.
“Turn around.” He breathed with a smirk, and your adrenaline shot up as you obeyed. You felt his hands land on your ass and grip you hard, spreading you apart. The thought that he could see how wet you were was dizzying.
“Fuck, look at you.” He muttered, kneading your flesh in his hands. You leaned forward and placed your hands on the tile in front of you, pushing your ass back slightly so he could get a better view. His brief moan told you he approved.
You became aware of him moving behind you, but just as you turned to try and watch, you were shocked by a dull pain on the flesh of your ass-
Eddie had bitten you.
You gasped with the shock of it, and before you could react further a hand smacked down in the same spot. The wet crack of his hand on your ass mingled with your high-pitched squeal into the echoing room.
Open-mouthed, wet kisses started over the spot now, before quickly moving to the other side of your ass. They were hungry and frantic as he gripped and massaged your ass cheeks, the occasional kiss morphing into another bite. You gasped and tried not to lose your footing.
Eddie stood up again and stepped into the shower behind you; the echo of the falling water changed when it hit his body. You felt the skin on your ass aching from his attention as he closed the space between you, slowly pressing his body against yours.
You tried to breathe evenly as more of his skin lined up with you; his chest touching your back, his feet bumping against yours, his solid cock nestled gently against your ass.
He was teasing you, you realised.
One of his hands rested on your hip and anchored you to him; the other travelled under your arm and up to your neck. You gasped as he took a gentle but firm hold of your throat and leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this?”
You shuddered as his breath ghosted over you, pushing your ass further back against his cock, daring him to finally use it, but he ignored your squirming for now. The grip on your hip tightened, the rough pads of his fingers scratching your supple skin.
“I see you every day-” He continued in a breathy, heady groan, the hand on your throat sliding down onto your right breast. “-walking around this apartment in your little shorts, coming to see all my shows, wearing my fucking clothes ..” He squeezed your chest while he spoke and rolled your nipple between his thumb and index finger. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder and moaned, your shower-slicked hair sticking to his chest. “...Do you know how fucking insane it drives me? Not being able to just...”
Eddie cut himself off, leaning down and latching himself on to your neck with a ravenous, biting kiss. He licked at your skin like you were his only lifeline.
You hummed approval at his words and reached behind yourself to try and grab hold of his dick, but he caught your wrist and pinned it above your head against the tiles.
“Eddie, please-” You pleaded, shifting your feet to open your legs the few inches you could manage with his feet in the way. “Please do something, fuck , please -”
He made a low growling sound in his throat, and it took you a second to realise it was a laugh.
“All those times I brought girls back and fucked them when I knew you were home...” His hand wandered to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and you gasped loudly, wriggling in his grip again. “You think that was coincidence?” He slid his fingers up through your slick lips and grazed your clit, then dragged them back. The noises you made in begging desperation would probably embarrass you tomorrow. He continued at his own torturously slow pace.
“I wanted you to hear.” He mumbled into your ear. “I wanted you to imagine me fucking you.”
“I did!” you gasped against the tile, feeling the residual shower spray on your face. “I do! Fuck , Eddie -”
He slipped two fingers inside you, immediately pushing them forward. You jumped in his grip and mewled into the tiles when he started relentlessly rubbing that spot. His hold on your hip didn’t falter.
“Is that right?” he purred darkly into your ear, followed by a lingering kiss there. “Keep talking.”
You were almost too distracted to obey, jerking your hips back to try and force his fingers to move faster.
“Fuck, Eddie...I...” You had to concentrate on forming words, not on fucking yourself on his fingers. “I always hear. I...” You bit the inside of your mouth. “I touch myself, wishing it was me.”
His rhythm faltered, just the tiniest bit. If you weren’t so high on desperate need, you might have smirked.
“Touch yourself now.” He said, his voice low and gravelly. You wondered if he was watching his fingers twist inside you.
You didn’t need told twice. Your hand shot to your clit and you started working yourself towards your peak threateningly fast, his fingers spurring you on. You arched your back again, more dramatically this time, as you gasped into the tiles and toyed with your clit. You were desperate to break his self-control.
“Eddie, please-” you pleaded. You turned your head slightly to look back at him, hoping eye contact would be his undoing. “Please fuck me."
He held your gaze for a few silent seconds, an indescribable feeling etched in his surprisingly soft features.
He pulled his fingers out of you and immediately took his own cock into his hand, no more words needing spoken. Your adrenaline spiked to an almost dizzying level.
“You want it that badly?” He asked, and you felt the head of his cock slipping in your wetness just shy of where you needed it.
You groaned and wriggled again. “Yes.”
The silent pause while he evaluated your answer was the longest ordeal of your life. Just as you considered reaching back to guide him in, he slammed inside you in one rough, fluid motion. Your yelp echoed in the small bathroom and your hand slipped on the tile above your head, but Eddie’s grip still held your wrist in place.
“Good girl.”
You wondered if uncontrollable lust had ever killed someone; it felt entirely possible right now.
Eddie removed his hand from your wrist, preferring instead to grab your hips in both hands. He reared back and slammed forward with such force that you had to brace yourself against the wall. You knew you’d feel this tomorrow.
It was perfect.
Gripping your hips for leverage and still pressing close to your back, Eddie started thrusting inside you in a mercilessly fast rhythm that you were sure he couldn’t maintain for long.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He growled again to the back of your ear, pounding relentlessly into you like it was the last thing he was ever going to do. The roughness of it was indescribable; it was everything your aching cunt had been pleading for as you listened to him through the wall for months, fucking all the wrong people.
Wrong because they weren’t you.
You thought about trying to answer him back; about trying to say he didn’t know how long you had wanted this, but there were more important things to focus on now. Like the fact you were getting bored of staring at tiles.
“I want to watch you.”
He laughed from low in his throat, and the sound made you impossibly wetter. He pulled out of you and used his hold on your hips to quickly turn you to face him.
Seeing Eddie completely drenched - with his long hair dampened down against his face, neck and shoulders - was new to you. He was...beautiful, like this. You reached up towards his face and brushed a wet section of hair back over his shoulder, just to see how it looked and felt.
As the shower water bounced off both your bodies, he scanned your face in silence, watching you as you evaluated his appearance. His features shifted while you moved his hair and touched his face; like he’d seen something in you that he hadn’t noticed before.
Eddie moved in one quick, fluid motion, startling you out of your admiration. He threaded one hand in your hair at the base of your neck, and the other hand cupped your jaw on the opposite side. He pulled you to him at the same time as stepping closer into your space, kissing you into dumbstruck silence.
You blushed when you realised you had fucked before you kissed.
It was startlingly intimate, which felt ridiculous to think when he’d just been fucking you. His tongue felt its way to the entrance of your mouth and you met it eagerly with your own. There was force behind the kiss, but it wasn’t the same as the way he fucked. There was something else behind it. Something possessive, but...admiring. He kissed like he couldn’t bear to live without it.
You sighed when he pulled back from the kiss, and it took you a couple of seconds to realise your eyes were still closed. When you opened them he was watching you; staring into your eyes as though searching for some kind of answer. Whatever he was looking for, he must have found it; a familiar grin spread across his face.
Even that got you wetter.
You didn’t even need to voice it. One leg up on his hip was all you needed to ask, and he answered by stroking his cock against your pussy again, lining himself up to slip back inside. He gripped you firmly by the thigh and you hopped up as he stepped forward; both of you moaned with the sudden intense sensation, adding to the heat in the steam-filled room.
With your legs hooked over Eddie’s arms, all you could do was wait for him. He leant closer to kiss you again, which you chased eagerly, desperate for him to move.
He seemed to get the message.
Eddie pulled his hips back without breaking your kiss, and slammed up into you. The force of it pushed you against the tiles and a sharp squeak left you, instantly absorbed by his mouth on yours. His cock stretched you open, and at this angle it hit deep -
He repeated his rough thrust inside you and quickly established a rhythm that was punishing and not designed to last long. You gripped around his shoulders with all your strength and held on while he fucked up into you with reckless, animalistic want; like he was finally getting what he wanted and wasn’t going to let anything stop him.
It was perfect.
Each hard jerk of his hips made his dick slam inside you just on the right side of painful; each tap at your cervix was like a bestial claim on you.
“Oh g-god, Ed-die-” you whined between thrusts, unable to stop the staccato in your voice. “Yes, fuck -”
You barely knew what was coming from your mouth. Only that it was praise, and you needed him to know that you never wanted this to stop.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” He purred into your face, his forehead pressing hard against yours. “Get loud for me.”
If you hadn’t been lifted up off your feet, your knees would have buckled. Even his words sent shockwaves straight to your clit; all you could do was groan appreciatively while he fucked the words out of you.
“Can I...?” You trailed off, bringing one hand cautiously from around his shoulders and down between your bodies to your clit. He grinned wildly - the same way he did when crowds reacted uproariously to one of his solos.
“Yes, sweetheart.” He panted, leaning back just enough to gain some vantage without dropping you. “Show me how you like it.”
You looked him in the eyes when you started rubbing hard circles around the sensitive nub; his ravenous expression only spurred you closer. He looked like he wanted to eat you alive.
He looked down to watch the motions of your hand, and your eyes followed; you watched as his hips jerked in time to the delicious, sharp spikes you felt violently grazing your g-spot. You could only imagine his view, watching his cock disappear inside you while you played with yourself...
“I want you to cum.” He growled, his pace growing slightly more frantic. He was close, and just the thought of that made you shiver. “Can you do that for me?”
“Fuck, Eddie.” You whined, feeling tears at the corner of your eyes from the built-up tension and the physical stimulation becoming too much. “I’m so close.”
Mercifully he didn’t change pace; he tried to stay as consistent as he could while holding you up and pushing off his own orgasm.
“Look at me.” He instructed, and you did it without hesitation. His eyes locked on yours, and he held the intense gaze even as his violent thrusts jerked you up the wall. The intensity of the moment took over and made you desperate; you gripped a thick handful of his hair in the hand that was still anchored to him, and tightened both your legs around him. You pulled him closer to you with the arm anchored around his neck, your fingers twisting in the expanse of his dark hair.
Eddie’s eyes widened for less than a second before his thrusts became disjointed, and his forehead furrowed deeply. His mouth dropped open; he moaned openly and wantonly in a way that would have disintegrated you before today. His orgasm threw him off, but he pinned you to the wall for support.
You came hard with a pained noise that almost bordered on a scream, your release finally rocking your entire body. You gripped Eddie hard with every muscle that touched him, opening your eyes again halfway through just to keep watching that look as it left his face.
He had done the same; the second he recovered from the highest point of intensity, he had opened his eyes to watch you cum for him. The thought of it nearly sent you into another orgasm.
You both stared at each other for a second, like you were waiting for the other to make a move first.
Eddie, still panting from exertion, gently pressed his forehead against yours with none of the urgency you both held before. His hair stuck to your skin and you both breathed heavily into each other's air space until he was able to set you down on your feet.
As soon as you were standing again, he crowded into you and pressed his forearms to the wall on either side of your head. You wondered what he was doing, but only for a second; he leaned forward and rested his forehead against your shoulder. He was exhausted. It felt natural to bring your arms up and around him in a gentle hug. You kissed the top of his head and hoped it wasn’t too much. He spoke, and his voice was muffled against your skin.
“I don’t know how the fuck I’m going to hold my guitar up tonight.”
You laughed before you could hold it in, gently shaking Eddie while he stood slumped on you. Just as you patted his hair and went to apologise, he stood upright again. His signature grin was back on his face, all traces of his apparent exhaustion gone. He grabbed your body wash from the side of the bath.
“You better wash up.” He said, tracking his eyes down your body in a lingering stare with a glint in his eye. “You can’t be going to dinner with my cum dripping out of you.”
You would die before admitting the spike of lust that shot through you at those words. Instead you bit back your amused smile and wrestled the bottle out of his hand.
“You pull the same face, you know.” You suggested casually, watching him while you lathered a wash cloth. He frowned in response, needing clarification.
“When you’re on stage, and when you cum.”
His mouth fell open in genuine shock, and you laughed openly. You stroked his arm to soothe the pain of teasing him.
“I always wondered if it would be the same face.” You admitted, starting to toy with his wet hair. “I thought about it every time I saw you play.”
He shook his head and smirked in amused disbelief at your confession. You wished you could make it to his concert even more now.
“It’s a shame I won’t get to see it tonight.”
“Oh, you will.” He replied immediately, reaching up and smoothing your hair behind your ear. “Just, y’know...not when I’m playing guitar.”