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Eddie needed this goddamn movie to end.
He was dying. Like, actually suffocating, his lungs inhaling and exhaling oxygen without absorbing any of it into his blood. He kept taking slow, deep breaths, but every passing second was agony. Because with every stupid, necessary puff of air, Eddie kept getting little nudges of flowery perfume, and it was gonna be the death of him.
This wasn’t even a hot movie!
Granted, pretty much anything starring Sigourney Weaver was, like, half-porno in his mind, but he honest-to-God couldn’t recall a single goddamn shred of information about the Alien sequel they were watching.
Eddie was too fucking hyper aware of Chrissy Cunningham’s existence beside him.
He’d swear it started off innocent. It was their third date (third, wow, he never had a relationship last this long) and Chrissy had suggested they could catch a movie. Their last two dates (count ‘em, two!) had been a fucking adorable picnic Chrissy put together and a trip to the arcade – his suggestion.
Each time, Eddie had been so fucking respectful. Never initiating, never letting his hands stray. Even when she was pressed so goddamn close during their arcade date, letting him guide her through using the machines, or when they’d been on that fucking picnic and she wore a skirt and Eddie kept getting little glimpses of her pretty pink panties whenever she shifted and it made him want to bite his fucking tongue off and drown in his blood because that would be a less painful death than having Chrissy Cunningham right there and keeping his hands to himself.
Yeah. Jumbled, run-on thoughts aside, Eddie was fucking desperate for this to last. Goddamn terrified she’d wise up and realize what a fucking loser he was, Eddie did his best to make her think he wasn’t a total creep who just wanted in her pants. Because he wasn’t. Because as insane and impossible and downright illegal it felt to be dating the Chrissy Cunningham, he wanted to keep her realizations about his shortcomings as far away as possible.
He liked her that much.
(Maybe he loved her. But yeah. No. Talk about getting her to pack up and run to the hills. He’d keep that little confession behind locked lips until she spoke it into existence first, if she spoke it into existence first.)
And fucking yet.
As soon as the lights dropped, the pre-movie hush falling over the dark theater, Eddie was suddenly extremely conscious of Chrissy’s little hands in her lap. He watched, from the corner of his eye, as minutes ticked by and one of those little hands slowly spread. Creeping up until it rested against his on the armrest, and what was he gonna do, not open his palm and lace their fingers together? Blasphemy to even suggest something so heinous!
The way she lit up in that pitch black theater? A tiny little pink glow of flesh-wrapped excitement that blinded him to the screen? Fuck, he felt Cupid’s arrow through his goddamn heart. The piercing euphoria of it, knowing it was his hand she wanted to hold.
Whatever happened in the movie – something with aliens, he assumed – was lost to him. Chrissy bounced in her seat during exciting parts, squeezing his hand as her jaw fell open. Tucking her face into his arm with a little squeak of shock when something jumped out. Picking one single M&M at a time out of the bag he’d snuck in..
Her heat. God, her body, right there beside his. He was going fucking nuts. Off-the-wall bonkers. Someone call the loony bin and get him signed up with his own straight jacket and padded cell, he’d still find a way to carve Chrissy’s countenance into the walls.
At one point, she jumped so high that their clasped hands fell into her lap. And then she just–– She just kept them there. In her goddamn lap. The warm, soft skin of her thigh pressed against the back of his hand like he had a right to keep it there. Like he wasn’t already so painfully aware of her presence beside his in that dark theater that he was half-hard just from her smell.
When Chrissy reached over to grab another singular M&M, her eyes fixated on the screen, Eddie took the opportunity to adjust himself. For all the effect it had, the slight jolt of his hand against his dick just made him throb. Anticipation for what he wouldn’t be able to do for the foreseeable future.
Every movement, every shuffle had his full attention, and – maybe it was his own imagination – he would swear she kept rubbing her thighs together. But, Jesus, what kind of wishful thinking was that? To be fucking praying that she was just as obsessed with the idea of touching him was nonsensical. This was Chrissy, after all, and while Eddie knew for a fact she wasn’t necessarily innocent, she’s also not the type of girl to be turned on under this very specific set of circumstances.
No, this was absolutely a him battle.
And he was losing.
Blessedly, after an indeterminate amount of time, the goddamn lights finally came up. Eddie hadn’t even realized the credits started rolling until Chrissy squeezed his hand, giving it a light tug to get him to stand.
Blood that had settled in other places suddenly rushed through his body, and Eddie let out a pained little grunt that Chrissy, thankfully, didn’t seem to hear over the music playing through the speakers. Her little hand guided him along as they walked down the aisle and out the doors, through the theater, to be met by the muted glow of parking lot lights. Only a few other cars, likely other Aliens viewers, dotted the lot in the late hour.
“What’d you think?” she asked over the soft crunch of pavement beneath their heels, pulling the sweater she’d worn for the cold theater off to combat the heavy nighttime summer humidity. Showcasing the tiny tank top she’d worn beneath that made him salivate.
Eddie cleared his throat after some light ogling with no fucking idea how to answer her question. He’d have to come back and watch it alone to have a real conversation. Forcibly ripping his eyes from her exposed clavicle, he shrugged.
“Eh,” he took a safe bet. “Not as good as the first one.”
Chrissy nodded. “Yeah, kind of what I thought, too. Still really good, though. Like, oh my gosh, that part where the aliens all came through the ceiling and started attacking? And then the floor? They were so quiet! That was terrifying!”
“Yeah, that was nuts,” Eddie laughed along, vaguely having some distant inclination as to what the fuck she was talking about. “And, of course, the amazing Ellen Ripley.”
“God,” Chrissy groaned as Eddie opened the door of the van for her. “She was amazing! I didn’t think it was possible for her to be more badass in this movie!”
“All hail our queen, Sigourney Weaver,” Eddie jested, holding onto her hand as she climbed into the cab. Chrissy gasped, throwing her free hand over her chest and giving him a pouty look of indignation, and Eddie laughed. “You’re still my queen, sweetness. Sigourney just happens to rule us all.”
She simmered when he smacked a wet kiss to her cheek. Swallowing back a giggle, her fingertips twisted briefly through his hair as he trailed his nose along her jaw. “I suppose that’s acceptable.”
“My benevolent queen,” Eddie murmured, and fuck his blood was rushing again and shit he’d swear she let out an involuntary little shiver but it wasn’t possible. It just wasn’t. Because… reasons. That he didn’t have the capacity to explain right at that moment.
He took an extra second to walk around back of the van, once more making sure shit wasn’t sticking up in any way that was noticeable. Taking a deep breath, then a second, he willed his body to get its shit together, because this was getting ridiculous. He wasn’t necessarily a patient man, but if Chrissy wanted to trail him along until technology was advanced enough that they could take to the stars in search of alien planets, then that’s what he would do. He could wait.
He could.
Someone just needed to tell his dick that.
Hopping into the driver’s seat, Eddie got the van up and going on the first try – small mercies – and waited for a car to pass before he reversed out of their spot and accelerated toward the exit.
Chrissy was quiet as he pulled onto the street, merging into the laughably miniscule traffic of latenight Hawkins before setting off in the direction of her house. So he could then go to his house and jerk off until he’d rubbed himself raw, because it seemed like the only way to get through all the ridiculous shit roaring through his body was to make himself bleed.
Fuck. Was he a little bit of a masochist? Shit, don’t think about it.
“Can you turn here?” Chrissy asked, gesturing toward a quiet residential street a full mile from her house.
“Uh,” Eddie said, glancing at the dark entrance to the neighborhood. “Do you––?”
“Please, Eddie?”
Oh, shit. She used that voice. Her soft little, gosh, golly gee, Eddie, I’m just an innocent girl voice. The one that was a total lie. The one he had no choice but to obey. Eddie practically slammed on the brakes to turn onto the street toward which she’d gestured.
Another block, and he started to ask, “Do you know someone here?” but was interrupted by her louder, “Pull over there, will you?”
It was a stretch of curb, enough space for three cars between the other parked vehicles that sat in front of dark houses, and Eddie did as she asked. Throwing the gear shift in park and looking at the house in front of which they were sitting.
“Uh. Who lives––”
“I don’t know,” Chrissy said as she kicked off her sneakers. A half second later, she was scrambling across the center console, and Eddie’s hands automatically came up to steady her as she threw her leg over his lap. Straddling him. Straddling him? “And I don’t care.”
“What are you––”
Her lips were suddenly pressed against his in a searing kiss. The kind that wrapped a fist around his lungs and ripped the air clean from inside them. His hands, which, after she’d settled, had been hovering somewhere near her ribs, found a home on her hips with the lightest touch. Chrissy moaned, directly into his mouth, and covered his hands with hers to press them more firmly against her. He realized with a jolt that the only thing between his hands and her skin was a tiny cotton tanktop he could fucking shred if he wanted to.
What the fuck is happening?
The lack of oxygen muddled together with the blood pooling in his pelvis made it impossible to think. Eddie just gripped her tighter, swallowing down another of her moans as her own hands wrapped around his shoulders. One combed through his hair, and Eddie let out a whimper that might’ve been embarrassing if he had the capacity to comprehend anything other than Chrissy’s lips. Chrissy’s tongue tracing the shape of his mouth. Chrissy’s tongue pressing against his tongue, the two tangling in some intricate dance he could never hope to replicate with his feet.
“Eddie,” she mewled when they broke apart with a breath. Fingers fisting in his hair, Eddie gasped, his grip on her hips practically bruising.
“Not––” Fuck. Try again. “Not that I’m not fucking delighted, baby, but––”
“Wanted you to touch me that whole movie,” Chrissy whined, and oh shit, oh shit, she was–– She was rolling her hips–– “Wanted you to touch me for weeks, but you’re so nice and respectful, and I-I just can’t take it anymore.”
No fucking way.
He captured her kiss once more, tongue plunging into her mouth and tasting every square goddamn centimeter. Inhaling every pretty little sound she made for him. Pressing down so she had something to rut against, and Chrissy gasped, her teeth just barely grazing his bottom lip and making him groan.
“Fuck, Chrissy,” he breathed against her. Into her. She swiveled her hips just so, the seam of her beneath her skirt dragging against the zipper of his jeans and making him throb in his stupid fucking pants. “God, baby, you’re gonna kill me.”
A light tug on his hair had him eating his own words, eyes rolling back as his head fell against the headrest. He guided her hips, grinding her against him, over him, and making her let out this half-cry that he felt through every nerve ending in his body.
“Eddie,” she hissed, her hips moving faster. “It–– It’s not enough, please––”
“Fuck,” he gasped, squeezing her hip tight before using one hand to reach between them. “Hold on, sweetness, let me–– Jesus Christ, just––”
He could barely get the button popped, his dick was so hard. But the moment that zipper came down, Eddie practically sobbed in relief. He adjusted himself, letting the hard length of him curve upward toward his navel, and in the process his knuckles brushed against Chrissy’s cunt.
She cried out, body curling toward his, and Eddie was momentarily stunned.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
She was soaked.
“God,” Eddie choked, spreading his fingers to feel her more properly. Chrissy’s hand fisted in his hair, but Eddie barely noticed as he marveled at the wet he spread over the gusset of her panties. “God, baby, is all that for me?”
Forehead falling against the crook of his neck, Chrissy nodded, moving her hips against his knuckles in a steadily desperate rocking motion. Eddie flipped his hand, bringing two fingertips up to circle against her clit, and Chrissy jolted in his lap.
“Really have needed this, haven’t you?” he asked, his voice some hoarse, gravelly rendition of itself he barely recognized. “Desperate little thing, aren’t you, sweetness?”
Chrissy nodded again, strands of her hair scrubbing against his jaw, and Eddie’s free hand came up to tangle in the tresses. Pinching the scrunchie between his thumb and forefinger, Eddie eased her hair from its confinement. Slipping his other three fingers through the hole and using his teeth to snap it around his wrist, he buried his fingers in her hair until his palm was cradled against the back of her head.
Then he fisted, and Chrissy gasped as he eased her head back. Careful not to push too far or hurt her, but needing her to be nothing but putty dripping through the gaps of his fingers.
“Tell me,” he demanded, pressing the pads of his fingers hard against her clit. She keened, muscles contracting against his hand. “Tell me exactly what you’ve been thinking about.”
“A-At the park,” she breathed, gasping when Eddie pressed his lips against her throat. “I-I wished you would–– God, Eddie, that feels so good.” She took a moment, rolling her hips against his fingers, before continuing. “When we were done, I wanted you to–– To open the back of the van and f-fuck me, right there at the lake.”
“Right there?” Eddie grinned against her neck, letting his teeth scrape against her jugular. “Where anyone could walk by and see?”
“Don’t care,” she whined. “Just want you.”
“Yeah? When else have you thought about it?”
Latching his lips against her pulse, Eddie sucked, making Chrissy cry out as he bruised the delicate skin of her neck. His mark would be obvious in the coming days. He fucking reveled in the knowledge that she would bear proof of his dedication for their entire backwater town to see. His neglected dick twitched against his stomach, and Eddie suppressed a groan as he trailed kisses down her neck.
“The–– The arcade,” she barely managed, her hands having abandoned his hair to fist in his t-shirt like she just needed something to hold on to. Something to anchor her. “Wanted you to sneak me into the bathroom, o-or take me back to your house and––”
“And fuck you?” he finished when she broke off with a moan, her hips practically vibrating in his lap as he tilted her further back. Lips tracing the pretty lace cup of her bra beneath her shirt. “Gosh, so crass. That all you think about, Cunningham? Me bending you over at every opportunity and burying my cock in your wet cunt?”
Using her grip on his shirt, she pulled him back just far enough that she could look him in the eye. “No,” she responded, voice breathless. Ragged. “I just think about you.”
Oh, if that didn’t tug at his heartstrings. Jesus Christ. The same heartstrings, in fact, that were wrapped around her dainty little fingers, making his heart beat for her like a marionette. He couldn’t have stopped himself from kissing her if he’d wanted to.
Lucky him that he never, ever wanted to stop kissing her.
(Luckiest of all that he never fucking had to.)
“Eddie,” she whined, hips gyrating in his lap. “Y-You stopped.”
“Fuck, sorry, sorry,” he murmured, dropping his mouth back to her chest. Easing her tank top and bra straps to one side so he could kiss all that deliciously bare skin. He started moving his fingers again, swiping them up and down through the pooling want that was soaking her panties. “Got caught up in how goddamn cute you are.”
The moan she let out was fucking obscene when he sucked a bruise into the inner flesh of her tit. A mark meant only to be admired by the two of them. Suckling along the round of her breast, Eddie finally yanked the cup down far enough to wrap his lips around her nipple.
She arched back far enough that she hit the steering column, and Eddie sent a brief thanks upward for his horn having never worked. The last thing he wanted right now was to alert the entire sleeping neighborhood to the debauchery happening on their doorstep.
One of her hands reached between them, grabbing the wrist he had wedged between her legs and holding on tight as she rode his fingers. Eddie fucking ascended, knowing that he was doing this to her. That he was touching her, with nothing more than a barrier so saturated in her desperation it was basically nonexistent. He groaned, low and deep, with her tit still in his mouth. The vibrations made her jolt, shooting forward and curling over his head with a wordless cry.
Pulling back just far enough to look at her, Eddie’s cheeks ached with the grin splitting his lips.
“God, you’re so hot, baby,” he stated. “So fucking beautiful, using me the way you’ve been needing. Desperate enough that you couldn’t even take your clothes off, huh? Wanted to get off more than you wanted me inside you?”
“Later,” Chrissy gasped in promise. “Don’t–– Don’t take me home, Eddie. Take me to your place, please. T-Told my dad already that you were taking me to Nancy’s. We have all night.”
Oh, fuck him.
Figuratively and literally, a-fucking-pparently.
Jesus, he loved this girl.
“The list of shit I want to do to you is gonna take a hell of a lot longer than all night.” He punctuated his sentence with a light tug to her hair that had her keening. “But it’s a start.”
Chrissy looked at him, her wet eyes cloudy with lust, and Eddie wanted that to be the last thing he ever saw while on this mortal plane. Smite him now, sear that image into his eyelids, and he’d die happy.
“Promise?” she asked, using that same goddamn voice she’d used when she asked him to pull over, and Eddie was nodding before he even registered the question.
“Hell yeah, sweetness,” he answered. “You think I’m gonna be able to let you go once I have you? I’ve been thinking about this for years, Cunningham.”
Chrissy’s eyes trailed down his chest, his navel, before stopping on the hand he had stuck between her legs. Her lips parted, eyes widening, and Eddie had to follow her line of sight to remember that his whole dick was still out. Ruddy red and leaking precum in a steady drizzle, and he fucking groaned when Chrissy licked her lips at the sight. Still convinced she couldn’t possibly want that.
“Shit,” he hissed, completely unsure of where he should put it now that it was, y’know, out. And very hard. He’d been so focused on making her cum that his own pleasure seemed as distant as a buzzing gnat he didn’t have the mental capacity to swat away. Now that attention was returned to it, he felt the ache of neglect in his groin. “Here, uh, let me just––”
Suddenly, his hand was ripped from between her legs. Wet fingers forcibly engulfing the tit he’d abandoned as Chrissy settled more fully over his lap. She reached between them, wrapping a hand loosely around his length and making his entire body tense. Oh, God, she–– She moved until she was settled, the length of him perfectly against her saturated lower lips, the gusset of her panties wrapped snugly around him. Until he was pressed against her wet heat, that flimsy cotton barrier hardly registering.
Oh, holy shit, he was in heaven.
“Show me,” she whispered as she rolled her hips. Slowly, so fucking slowly up, then just as slowly back down. The hard length of him slipping agonizingly perfect against her, so, so fucking close to where his cock wanted to be. “Show me what you want to do to me, Eddie.”
He may be in heaven, but he was most certainly on the fastest track to hell.
The hand on her tit squeezed, thumb and forefinger tweaking her nipple and making her gasp as Eddie followed the movements of her hips. Sliding up, coating himself in her wet through her panties. The friction was indefinable. A thin line between too much and not enough that he wasn’t sure how to navigate.
Keeping hold of her hair, Eddie thrust, dragging his cock down, then back up, and waiting for the telltale hitch in her breath that would tell him where her clit was.
“There it is,” he muttered when her eyes fell closed, brow furrowing around the sudden nudge of sensation. The hand on her tit wrapped around her ribs, then slid down her body to her hip, holding her steady as he thrust that same way over and over again. “Fuck, baby, this what you want? You wanna know all the depraved, unGodly things the town freak wants to do to you once he has you back in his lair?”
“Please,” she sobbed. Out of her mind enough that she didn’t even argue with his self-deprecating jokes, as she so often felt inclined to do. “I-I’ve been waiting, too, Eddie. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
She was a fucking vision like this. Hair half-loose and fluttering around her shoulders with every movement; eyes glassy, hazy with that incredible, impossible want; shirt tucked around a tit that was shiny with his saliva and tattooed with bruise shaped like his mouth; lips swollen and parted, panting little mewls of desire slipping out with each exhale.
Jesus Christ he was obsessed with her.
“Wanna know exactly how to make you scream, baby,” he grunted, eyes fluttering a little bit when she rolled her hips just so against the head of him. “Lay you down until you’ve fucking soaked my sheets to pull all those pretty noises from your throat. Which,” he smirked, tightening his hold in her hair so she looked at him. “Doesn’t seem like it’ll take much to get you that wet, huh?”
“E-Eddie,” she moaned, the syllables of his name dripping from her tongue like the sweetest goddamn candy. He wanted to suck on it, taste it behind his teeth for hours to come.
“Gonna get my mouth on this pussy as soon as I get you in my bed,” he swore. “Let you ride my face just like you rode my hand. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you. Can’t wait to make you cum on my tongue.”
Her hips stuttered before she sped up, pitching forward until her forehead knocked into his with a kiss that drove him fucking crazy.
“Kiss me after,” she said, her words barely discernible through her moans. His brain straight flatlined before he fucked up hard against her, forcing a cry from her throat.
“Yeah?” he asked, the hand on her hip guiding her until she was fucking bouncing in his lap. “Filthy, nasty little girl wants to taste herself on her boyfriend’s tongue? That it, sweetness? Never brave enough to taste your fingers after you touch yourself, were you?”
Chrissy shook her head, reminding Eddie to get a firmer hold on her. She moaned, low and desperate, in the back of her throat when his fist urged her head back so he could lick along her neck.
“That’s what I’ll do, then,” he murmured, dragging his dick through the wettest, thinnest fabric imaginable. The telltale tingle in his spine was picking up, sending sparks of electricity through his bones that told him he needed to get her off quick. “I’ll fuck you first with my fingers. How’s that sound? Make you cum, then give you something to suck on while I’m eating this delicious pussy until you’re begging me to stop. Then you’ll know how you taste, and how we taste together.”
“God, please,” she pleaded, her thrusts growing rough and short as she ramped up toward her own orgasm. “Don’t stop, Eddie, don’t stop, right there, right there, right––”
Chrissy was fucking glorious when she fell apart in his lap. Divine. The most incredible spectacle to which he’d ever had the honor of bearing witness.
“That’s it, sweetness, that’s it,” he groaned as tightened his hold in her hair and on her hip. Fucking harder, faster up against her. Riding out the waves of her orgasm while chasing his own. “Jesus, you’re fucking beautiful, baby. Most perfect girl that’s ever fucking existed, shit, gonna cum, gonna–– Fuck, fuck, wait––”
Chrissy suddenly abandoned her hold on his shoulder to rip the other strap of her tank top down, baring her entire chest and shoving her self as far back as she could to press her tits together.
“Mark me, Eddie,” she said, and Eddie barely had time to grab his fucking cock and aim before he was exploding. Shooting ropes of cum all over her chest, her clothed abdomen, and getting a few drops on her skirt.
“Fuck,” he gasped, slumping against his seat as his dick twitched with overstimulation in his hand. “Shit, baby, holy––”
The hand in her hair released enough strands that he could grab her by the back of the neck, pulling her in for a messy kiss that had her giggling.
“Eddie,” she reprimanded against his lips. “Y-You’re gonna get all messy––”
“My cum has been in worse places,” he promised before kissing her again, pulling her bodily up his lap until his chest was pressed to hers and his softening dick was trapped between them. Sending a little shockwave of pain down his legs that had him groaning in pleasure. Probably definitely smearing cum all over his shirt, but who gave a shit when he was kissing her?
When she pulled back, he chased her, making her giggle again. Small hands cupped his jaw, forcing himback as she looked down at him with that same bright pink sparkle she had in the theater when he took her hand.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, completely in awe that this angel on earth wanted to spend time with him. Wanted to spend the night with him. Chrissy grinned, letting her forehead fall against his again as he gently pet through the damp strands of hair against the back of her neck. “Was that, uh. Was that all, y’know, okay?”
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, thumb gently stroking the length of his jaw. “I, um. I didn’t know, but–– It was really, really okay.”
Eddie chuckled, using both his hands to brush her hair back over her shoulders before nuzzling his nose with hers. Letting his fingerst twist and untwist around the long, soft strands.
“Remember that I liked that,” she said after a moment, “when I go down on you.”
He nearly died choking on his own saliva.
“Jesus––”
“Eddie?”
He could barely look at her through the tears in his eyes. But holy shit did she look smug.
“Can you take me back to your house now?” Her own hands, which had been gently tracing the shoulder seam of his t-shirt, suddenly stretched up until they could grab hold of his hair.
Eddie’s groan was fucking feral when she pulled. Giving him that taste of his own medicine. His dick, flopped exhaustedly against his navel, gave a valiant twitch of interest that hurt so fucking divinely.
“I’m ready for you to start fulfilling all those promises you made,” she whispered.
God, her name was gonna be the one on his lips in prayer when he kicked it.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he growled.
Chrissy grinned into another kiss.
“I don’t think I’ll need to be,” she responded into his mouth. “I think you’ll take care of me.”
“Yeah,” he said, out of his fucking mind with her on his tongue and in his head. “Forever, baby. Cross my heart.”
The craziness started with how he fucking meant it.
But it wouldn’t end until he got to prove it.
“Forever sounds nice. Should we get started?”