The Girlfriend Experience
Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie doesnât think heâs cut out for dating. Self-resigned to a life of one and done hookups, youâre determined to make him see that he has the capacity to be a worthy companion⊠for when the right girl comes around. Fake Dating AU, classic corny fic for a fav corny troupe, Stranger Things canon divergent ofc, 18+ smut (see warnings below), big dick energy but also slightly emotionally unavailable!Eddie, yada yada yada, you know the drill.Â
Content warnings: AFAB reader with she/her pronouns, use of y/n, alcohol, smoking the devilâs lettuce, mention of panty stealing, food consumption, semi-public sex, fingering, PIV, Dom-ish!Eddie, oral (m and f receiving), pierced dick Eddie because I said so!, unprotected PIV sex, hair pulling, mild angst but nothing too angsty just like one heated conversation and Eddie feeling a little worthless but happy ending I promise
Word Count: 20k ahhhhhh!!!
A/N: Thanks to all those who comment and reblog! Your feedback and engagement makes my heart soar and keeps me motivated to write this filth! Sorry for the gargantuan length, in very-me fashion I always ending up writing one behemoth fic every so often rather than just separating it out into chapters. Also, realizing after the fact that I use the brand name âGoodwillâ a lot in this fic, which maybe not everyone might know is a thrift store, not sure if thatâs just an American thing or not but figured it was worth noting.Â
âI guess Iâm just not boyfriend material, ya know?â Eddie shrugs.
âDonât say that, Eds,â your eyebrows pinched together, âdifferent qualities are important to different people. Not everyone is looking to date a Steve, or a Brian, or a whoever. Iâm sure someone is out there looking for an Eddie.â
âItâs not that,â he shot a look towards Steve, who, despite your analogy, was unfortunately everyoneâs type and the textbook definition of boyfriend material.
âI just donât think Iâd be very good at gooey romance stuff, or even like, passable boyfriend behavior. I mean, look at me, I hardly take care of myself, Iâm loud, I have no money, Iâm basically every dadâs worst nightmare, do I need to keep going?â
âThe nightmare thing can actually be a bonus,â Steve chimes in, âthe whole bad boy persona can be a huge draw for most girls.â
âSure Steve,â Eddieâs voice grows exasperated, âIâm the mysterious bad boy until they realize Iâm a huge loser who runs not one but two dungeons and dragons groups. Real fuckinâ attractive Iâm sure that is.â
âShows youâre committed to somethingâŠâ you trail off when his eyes tell you to stop coming up with a positive spin for every excuse he gives.Â
This whole discussion had started because of something that happened at the bar last night. A small group of you decided to meet up for drinks, your usual group of pals. It was a Thursday, so the bar wasnât too busy. Your friends all squished into a booth in the corner, chatting and catching up over a plate of shared nachos, when Robin started making frantic gesture at you and Steve.
âPlease just say what youâre trying to say instead of this elaborate charade,â Steve makes a few mocking hand signals back at her.
âOkay, one at a time, and keep it subtle,â her voice lowered to a whisper, for some reason, âover at the bar, some girl is totally flirting with Eddie.â
You and Steve both turn around. âI said not at the same time!â She whisper yells.Â
There was, in fact, a pretty girl with shiny hair and glossy lips doing a half fake laugh and pressing her manicured hand to Eddieâs bicep. You whip back around to find Robin with her mouth hanging open in a âcan you believe this is happeningâ way.Â
âGood for him,â Steve swivels back around too, âSheâs pretty hot.â
You return to your nachos, pretending there wasnât a ping of jealousy in you. Eddie was your friend, that had been made abundantly clear.
When Robin introduced you to all her friends from high school, you had easily gotten along with all of them. You especially got along with Eddie. He was funny, authentic, abrasive at times, but a truly good person at his core, creative, protective, you could go on.
After getting to know him a bit, and developing a budding crush, you had made a few passes at him. Nothing too forward, just small compliments here and there, open ended offers to hang out that never lead anywhere.
Itâs not like he flat out rejected you, but any feelers you were putting out to see if there was potential there were met with him looking past your flirtatious intent and just being his goofy, friendly self. He treated you exactly the same way he treated everyone else, which was awesome, except for when it wasnât.Â
âOh no,â Robinâs gaze was not subtly fixed on the unfolding scene at the bar, you and Steve watched her face drastically shift from confused, to a cringe, to an eye roll.
Still half whispering, as if Eddie could even hear your corner of the bar, âHeâs totally blowing it. DONâT both turn around at the same time again.âÂ
âOkay, so,â she starts before either of you can even confirm that you want to know, âshe was totally laying it on thick, like you could see it from all the way back here. And he must have said something off putting, cuz all of a sudden she like went cold on him and pranced away. Shhhhh, okay okay, heâs coming back.â
She was acting as if she wasnât the only one gossiping. You and Steve were innocent bystanders in all this.Â
âWHAT was that?â She immediately blurts out when Eddie returns to his seat, fresh drink in hand.Â
You and Steve share a side glance to sigh at Robinâs inability to be subtle, god bless her. Eddie shifts around awkwardly and lets out a forced dry laugh, taking a long sip from his drink before facing the wrath of a curious Robin.Â
âOh, that,â he gestures to the bar as if she could be asking about anything else, âsome girl. Not sure.â
âNot sure? Eddie she was FLIRTING with you,â Robin all but yelled, causing Steve to scan the bar to see if the girl in question had landed somewhere within earshot.Â
âI know that,â he hisses, âShe just⊠wasnât my typeâŠâ
âOkay sure, hot girl in a tube top and no bra isnât your type, riiiiight,â Steve rolls his eyes.
âItâs just,â Eddie was so over this inquisition, âshe asked if I wanted to get coffee.â
You, Steve, and Robin all give him a blank stare, trying to decipher what he could possibly have against getting coffee with a hot girl.Â
âThatâs like,â he gets defensive, detecting the wall of confusion facing him, âsomething people do on a date. Coffee is serious, and Iâm not a very serious guy.â
âWhat do you mean âcoffee is serious,â coffee is like, as casual as you can possibly be?â Steveâs tone now emulated Robinâs from earlier, half whispering, half yelling, all scolding towards his friend.Â
âThatâs just not really my speed. Coffee dates and flowers and hand holding and all that,â he was avoiding eye contact with all three of you, âYeah, she was hot, sure, and maybe if she had been like âhey lets go fool around in the bathroomâ then I wouldnât be here having this lame ass conversation with you three. But I donât do coffee dates, so Iâm not gonna waste her time and pretend like Iâm that sort of guy when Iâm just not.âÂ
âWell good on you for not leading her on, cuz Iâm sure you could have agreed to the coffee date and still gotten lucky in the bathroom,â Steve mumbles, and you smack the back of his head lightly to scold him.Â
âSo you only date girls whoâll fuck you in a bar bathroom the first time you meet?â You redirect your now equally scolding energy to Eddie.
âNo!â He runs his hands through his hair, âI donât date. Anyone, really. At all. Ever.â
âOh,â you think for a minute, realizing in your few years of friendship you never had seen him with anyone, or heard him mention a romantic interest of any sort.Â
Leading you to your present conversation, you and Steve continuing to question Eddie on his decision to reject the hot tube-top girl at the bar and why he felt like coffee was such a scary commitment.Â
âYou guys know me,â he continued to defend his stance, âIf I took that girl out for coffee she probably would have picked some fancy hoity toity place and I wouldnât know what anything on the menu meant, Iâd probably spill something or like, get crumbs everywhere, and the bill would be way more than two coffees should be. It would have been a waste of both our time.â
He was staunchly refusing eye contact with the two of you, knowing heâd be met with something along the lines of pity.Â
âFine, weâll drop the subject,â you shoot a look to Steve, âbut I just need to make sure you understand that not every girl likes expensive coffee, or flowers and handholding, or whatever your expectation of girls and dating is. Thereâs plenty of girls who have similar interests to you, who feel the same way about PDA and mushy romance stuff that you do. You do know that, right?â
âOf course I do, y/n,â you could practically feel his eyes rolling at you, âbut girls like that sure as fuck arenât here in Nowhere, Indiana. Even if she was, Iâm sure Iâd still find a way to fuck it up given that Iâve had exactly zero serious girlfriends and the closest thing to a date Iâve ever been on is when you me and Steve pooled our ski ball tickets to win that ugly stuffed turtle.â
The memory of what you had all agreed to be the worldâs ugliest stuffed animal caused all of you to crack a smile. Steve had silently agreed to change the subject, not wanting to dig Eddie any deeper into his pit of self despair.Â
Steveâs mouth was half open, about to suggest that the three of you have a smoke and watch one of the rental movies he brought over, the words just about to escape him when you harshly cut off any chance at ending the pity-party.
âDate me!â You exclaim, without much thought. The shocked look from both boys caused you to rapidly back pedal , âYou can date me, as practice!â You said it as if it was the simplest concept in the world.Â
When met with gaping mouths and confused stares you continue on, âYou and I can be fake boyfriend-girlfriend for like, a month, and Iâll tell you everything you do wrong, and like generic doâs and donâtâs, so that way the next time some hot girl hits on you, you can be all like âCoffee isnât really my thing pretty lady, but Iâd be down to get drinks sometimeâ,â you did a silly impression of Eddieâs voice, and then switched to a high pitched one to impersonate what you assumed the girl at the bar sounded like, âand then sheâd be all like, âOh yeah that sounds greaaaaat, getting coffee is just like, a generic catch-all thing that most people say when they want to get to know someone better, but you can buy me a drinkâ and then the two of you will ride off into the sunset and itâll be great.â
Still no reply.
âIt wonât be all romantic and gooey, I promise I wonât make you do anything you donât want to. Itâd be a way for you to get some honest feedback and catch up with the stuff most people have to learn the hard way.âÂ
âI suppose you are the most brutally honest person I know,â Eddie doesnât sound convinced.Â
Steve just looked between the two of you with eyebrows raised, not knowing if giving his opinion on the matter would be appreciated or not. âI guess I wouldâve appreciated someone telling me that most girls donât want to be asked out with a pickup line from a John Hughes movie, would have saved me a few dozen rejections.â
âIâm pretty sure Robin did tell you thatâŠâ
âI donât know y/n,â Eddie scratches his head.Â
âItâll be easy. Ask me out.â
âHuh?â
âAsk me out, for practice, ask me out on a date like Iâm a pretty girl you met at some metal show or a DnD convention or something like that,â you stand in front of him with your hands out as if to prompt him to say something.Â
âWill you go out with me?â He sounds more like heâs asking himself if he even wants to be asking the question.
âNo.â
âWhat the hell!â He throws his hands up.
âI said no because that wasnât a very good effort. Go out where? To do what? Youâre asking me, a pretend stranger, out on a date Eddie, not if I want to go have a smoke with you.â
âUghhhh,â he spun around and tried to get some sympathy for Steve, who unfortunately was on your side with this one.Â
âA compliment or two doesnât hurt as well,â Steve added, deepening Eddieâs groan.Â
âHey pretty stranger lady,â his voice was laced with sarcasm, but at least it wasnât disdain, âyou seem reallyâŠâ he hesitated to find his words, âcool? Would you like to come see my band play this weekend at The Hideout? We-â
âNo,â you cut him off.
âWHA-â
âEddie, you canât ask a girl to watch Corroded Coffin play for your first date with her, thatâs like date four or five material, no girl wants to go sit by herself at a bar to watch some guy she just met play an hour of heavy metal. She would have to know you a little bit more for that to feel organic. Pick something more generic, like coffee.â
âI think you seem cool, would you like to get coffee with me?â it all came out as one monotone mumble from him.Â
âSure,â you wait for him to lift his head up to make eye contact with you, âBut coffee isnât really my thing, maybe we can go out for drinks?â
âOh fuck off,â he flopped back onto the couch next to Steve.Â
âSee, now we have our first fake date, and then you can ask me to be your fake girlfriend, and then youâll be so comfortable with emotional vulnerability that you can find a real girlfriend to take on real dates.â
âYeah, I suppose it could be beneficial,â Eddie was slowly coming around to the idea. He knew that he was oddly charismatic at times, but he was just always too self conscious to follow through with the whole romance thing.
This maybe wasnât a bad idea, because he knew you werenât the kind of person who would make fun of his hobbies, or put him down if he slipped up, the sorts of things he was always afraid of girls doing. Sure, heâll agree to the girlfriend experience.Â
After a night of movies and pizza with Steve fake-third-wheeling, you made sure Eddie knew that the fake-date was actually happening, that the two of you would go out for drinks this weekend as your first official practice date.Â
After giving it a bit of thought, you realized that you and Eddie had never hung out alone. In your feeble attempts at flirting with him all those months ago you had invited him to have movie nights or grab a bite to eat, but he always showed up with Steve and or Robin in tow.
As the night of the fake-date rolled around, youâd be embarrassed to admit it to him, or Steve, who didnât care to hide how skeptical he was about this whole idea, that you went through your normal pre-date routine. You took some extra time on your hair and makeup, exfoliated in the shower, chose an outfit you felt confident in, added a few spritz of perfume for good measure too.Â
Eddie rolled up in his van, only a few minutes late, but a few minutes was very impressive compared to his typical chronic tardiness. The two of you agreed to just grab some food and drinks at your usual spot, considering you and Steve openly agreed that it would be a good first date spot in theory.Â
âHey,â he reaches across the center console to pop the door open for you, âyou look nice.â
It took you a second to register as you settled into the passenger seat, and then whip around with your arm outstretched to give him a high five. He scrunches his face at you.
âHigh five me Eddie, that was really good! I know you usually open the door for me anyways, but the compliment right away, A+,â you flop your hand down to gently slap his, still gripping the steering wheel.Â
âDonât patronize me, y/n,â deep down he knew you werenât trying to talk down to him, and deep down he hadnât even given complimenting you a second thought, he really did think you looked great in your date get-up.Â
On the ride over to the bar, the two of you discuss some logistics. Considering all of this is just practice dating, you donât expect Eddie to pay for you, but you explain that in theory if he had been the one to ask you out then he should be the one to pay for the first date.Â
âTo me itâs less of a gender thing and more of a who asked out who thing, but I know some people would abide to the stereotypical âthe man always paysâ standard, which is why youâd just have to be honest on date like two or three about what you enjoy doing and what sorts of things are in your budget. You can still have fun and be thoughtful without spending a lot of money.â
He asked a few questions, like if he should have gotten you flowers for a first date, or what he should do if someone asks to go to a fancy restaurant that he surely couldnât afford. You tried your best to give solid advice, but always reminded him that every person is different and every relationship is different, so all he can do is be honest.Â
You take up a spot at the bar and both order for yourselves, splitting some fries and slipping into some easy conversation.Â
âAm I supposed to, like, beat someone up if a guy tries hitting on you in front of me or something like that?â you nearly choke on your drink at his question.Â
âEddie, no,â you answer, also questioning, âwhy the hell would you ask me that?â
âI donât know,â he shrugged, âMy buddy Jeff was with his girlfriend at this punk show before they were even together, and some guy made a creepy comment to Amanda and Jeff just decked the guy in the face. He sayâs thatâs what made her want to date him, cuz he defended her honor or whatever.â
âI guess thatâs sort of circumstantial, but I prefer my dates to not engage in any sort of violence,â you sip your drink, âeven if itâs for my honor. Iâd like your face a lot less if you were all bruised up.â
âWell I never said I would get hit,â the two of you were laughing a bit now.
Over a few cocktails you went over some first date etiquette with him. PDA and being touchy, how to follow her lead and gauge if sheâs the type who wants everyone at the bar to know youâre together, or keep it strictly platonic to start. How far of a grip on the leg is too far up, that sort of thing. Â
âSo if she does something like this,â you fake laugh a bit too loud and, lean into his personal space, and then run your hand from his slender down his arm, âthat doesnât necessarily mean she wants to fuck you, but itâs pretty close. Youâve at least got a green flag to get a little closer to her, tell her she looks nice, maybe offer to buy her a drink.â
âI know how to tell if someone finds me attractive, y/n, Iâm not stupid,â he said casually, âobviously that girl the other night was hitting on me, Iâm not blind. I wasnât going to ask to buy her a drink or try and get lucky in the bathroom because I was out with my friends. I can find a quick fuck in a bar on my own time. I was having fun with you guys, I wasnât going to abandon all of you to talk to some stranger, even if she was hot.â Â
âOh,â you processed his comment, âSteve would be happy to know he ranks above tube-top girl.â
âSteve would be happy to be above tube-top girl in any context,â he jokes.Â
âYou really just find random girls in bars to fuck?â You question, not in any sort of judgmental way, just curious.Â
âNot specifically, I guess I did make myself sound like some serial bar-bathroom type of guy. I never really had girls interested in me when I was in high school, at least the first four years of it. Then when we started playing regular gigs at The Hideout it was a little easier to find girls who were interested, but it was always that they were more into fucking some guy who could play guitar and was in a band, so it usually just always happened on-site, probably cuz they had an actual boyfriend or husband to go home to. Girls think Iâm fun. Which isnât untrue, I do enjoy a romp in the Hideout bathroom, or the back of my van, or wherever we end up.â
âSo thatâs what all those blankets are back there for,â you say with a fake scowl, referring to his van set-up.Â
âNot exclusively! They make a cozy nest for smoking blunts and listening to tapes too!âÂ
You return to your drink, trying not to think too hard about the girls that Eddie brings to bar bathrooms or his van or wherever.Â
âI just find the energy of those situations very different from like, talking and getting to know someone. Fucking is easy. Iâm not interested in ruining that by adding emotions and the looming feeling like sex is contingent on me acting a certain way or checking a certain number of boxes for someone.âÂ
He shrugged, and you could understand where he was coming from, sometimes a quick fuck or hookup could be cathartic and easy. But it also saddened you to think that Eddie believed he had to get in and out before the person on the other end got the chance to know him.Â
Moving away from the subject of his inability to be emotionally vulnerable, the two of you practice some cheesy âfirst dateâ questions as you had called them. As your drinks started to settle into your system you were having more fun being silly with him, pretending to be a stranger on a first date.Â
âWhenâs your birthday?â You ask, twirling your drink straw with your finger and making some fake flirty eyes at him to accentuate the facade of asking him a bunch of questions you mostly knew the answers to.Â
âAugust 9th,â he flips his hair over his shoulder, joining in on your fake ostentatious flirting.Â
âOh my gosh, a Leo! This will never work out, cuz Iâm an asparagusâŠâ
The two of you nearly fall out of your bar stools laughing, realizing you meant to say Sagittarius.Â
âOkay, letâs get you home Asparagus,â he helped you up, having kept his drinking to a minimum so he could drive you home.Â
âWait, wait,â you grabbed his arm as the two of you exited the bar, âcan we go back to your trailer?â
He raised an eyebrow at you, âthatâs a little presumptuous for a first date missy.â
âNo, no, this isnât girlfriend y/n asking, just regular friend y/n, who thinks it would be a lot of fun to smoke and watch a movie without Steve there spewing all his annoying fun facts, like, we get it, you read the little insert inside the tape while you were bored at work!â
Eddie did agree that the idea of packing a bowl and watching a few movies with you didnât sound too different from what his plans would have been otherwise, so he agreed, as long as you promised not to give him any dating advice while hanging out as friend y/n and not girlfriend y/n.Â
Although you promised to try your best, you immediately started lecturing him on t-shirt borrowing and the potential weight that could hold in a relationship when he offered to give you some more comfy clothes to change into.Â
âItâs important to know!â You emerged from the bathroom in one of his oversized shirts and a pair of boxers, âSome girls are very touchy about it. Any shirt you lend her to sleep in, you have to be willing to sacrifice for life.â
âFor life?!â Eddie finishes making a bowl of popcorn for the two of you, swallowing his words when he sees you in his clothes, an unidentifiable emotion rising in him at the sight of you so cozy and integrated into his space.Â
âWell maybe not life,â you plop down onto the couch, âbut do NOT ask for it back. Most girls will give it back once it stops smelling like you.â
âIf she gets my shirt, can I have her underwear?â He asked without thinking, the weed he had just smoked with you hitting him a bit too hard in that moment.Â
âOh my god,â you squeal and bury your face into a pillow, âla la la la, pretending like I didnât hear that!â
âIâm just saying!â He laughs at you, now curled up into a ball, âfair is fair, right?â
âI guess it depends on the girl,â you mumble.Â
âSo Iâm guessing not you, by your reaction.â
âEddie!â You smack him with a pillow, âI donât know, no oneâs ever asked!â
âIf my girlfriend isnât going to ask before stealing my shirt for an indefinite amount of time, I think that gives me panty privilege.â
âWow Eddie, if I had known you were such a perv I wouldâve reconsidered being your fake girlfriend,â you say sarcastically, with no real judgement behind it. The idea of him wanting to steal your underwear dampens them ever so slightly.Â
âDonât worry babe, I wonât do anything pervy to you unless you ask nicely,â he shoots a wink at you, which you meet with an eye roll and a turn away to hopefully hide the heat rising in your cheeks.Â
The two of you carry out your platonic movie night as planned. You suppressed any urge to note on his actions from a romantic lens, and he ignored the itching desire to sling his arm around your shoulder or pull your legs into his lap to get more comfy on the couch.Â
âCan I sleep here Eddie,â you ask after movie two, âtoo sleepy to move.â
âSure, I can take the couch and you can have my bed. Itâs been a minute since I washed the sheets but it shouldnât be too badâŠâ
âNonono,â you mumble, âYour legs will totally hang right off the end of this thing. Iâm conked out anyways, I can crash right here I promise.â
âIgnoring that youâre my fake girlfriend, Iâm not letting you sleep out here on this lumpy thing. Youâre taking the bed, no arguments.â
He helps you up from the couch, letting you keep the blanket thatâs wrapped around you, snaking his arm underneath it and pulling you from the couch by your lower back. You were slightly taken aback by his assistance, body still limp from your relaxed state, your torso easily arching into his. Your arms fly up to grab his shoulders, steadying yourself with an awkward giggle.Â
âIn the real world, a time like this would be good for a first kiss,â you make note of your closeness, the way he swept you up off the couch and held you steadily as you made your way to your feet.Â
âI know that, y/n,â his face was closer to yours than it had ever been, making your words hitch in your throat.Â
âWell, Iâm just saying,â you turn your head to avoid the tension, âIâm sure the way you kiss your bar-hookups isnât the way most girls whoâre looking to date you long term want to be kissed for the first time.â
âOh yeah? And how do you presume that goes?â He kept his hand planted on your lower back.
You pretend to act wildly drunk, throwing yourself at him and letting your limbs go a bit heavier than they already were. âOhmygod guitar man, Iâve had like, six dirty Shirleys, please finger bang me in the bathroom,â you slur your words and let your tongue loll out the side of your mouth as if to lean in for the worldâs sloppiest and most uncoordinated kiss.
âFirst of all,â his voice was very serious, âI donât hook up with girls who are too inebriated to stand, letâs get that straight. As a matter of fact, I wouldnât even have our first fake kiss like this on account of the drinking and smoking, gotta make sure youâre in the right headspace. Secondly,âÂ
He spins you around and quickly backs you up against the wall that stood a few feet behind the couch. His hand sliding up in between your shoulder blades, blanket now slumped around your waist, his other hand suavely cupping the side of your cheek, His hips angled into yours, pinning you back against the vinyl, almost collapsing back into it.Â
He pressed against you, not aggressively, but enough to let you know that if you were to try and squirm away he had the capacity to keep you right where he wanted you. He accomplished this all in one elegant motion, leaving you a bit dazed.
As you started to snap into reality, he moves his hand from your cheek down to grab your chin in between his thumb and the knuckle of his pointer, angling your face directly up at him.Â
âIf you were some girl in a bar, it would be like this.â
The moment before your brain turned to absolute mush, you silently cringed at the thought of what you must look like, mouth hanging open, eyes glassed over, body instinctively sinking into his touch. Pathetic, you were sure of it.Â
Sure, Eddie did think you looked a little helpless, but he also thought you looked perfect. Exactly as he had imagined you to in this situation. Of course he had thought about you before, like that.
Of course he had felt an immediate spark with you when you had first met. But he never flirted back, or lead you on, because as much as he was attracted to you and enjoyed your company, he knew that it wouldnât work out. He wasnât relationship material, and you were the picture perfect girlfriend that he didnât deserve.Â
He spoke directly into your parted lips, mouth hovering just far enough away to toe the line of âholy shit, is he going to?â But no, as he made very clear, he wouldnât kiss you under these conditions. He had made his point, and slowly backed off and let you find your footing.Â
As soon as he was sure that you were steady, he backed away and started down the hallway.Â
âI might have an extra toothbrush stashed away somewhere, let me lookâŠâ he ducked into the bathroom, leaving you stunned in the kitchen, head swimming and your stomach traveled up into your throat.Â
He was teasing you, he must be. That was his little way of getting back at you for thinking you could give him dating advice. If he was unsure about his capacity for romance, he was going to make sure you knew he was more than capable in other ways. Understood.Â
You shook your head, weeding through your inner monologue of how he could possibly look at you like that and then just walk away. Your shock gave him just long enough for you to to not notice him splashing cold water on his face in the bathroom while he âlooked for a toothbrush.âÂ
The two of you decided to ignore the lingering tension from the events in the kitchen, not a peep of fake-girlfriend talk from you for the rest of the night. He did find you that toothbrush, and the two of you moved through a too-easy domestic routine of getting ready for bed.Â
You told him that you wouldnât be able to sleep if you knew he was cramped on that couch, and that you were fine with sharing a bed. You mumbled something about getting around to bed sharing etiquette at some point anyways, and sleepily pulled him into being your little spoon.Â
Eddie lay there, trying not to twitch or fidget, relaxed as best he could into your cuddled form thinking about how horrible of an idea all of this was. He was convinced all it would take is roughly ten more minutes of you burying your face into his hair and making cute little sleepy noises for him to fall irreversibly in love with you.Â
But what was he supposed to do? Move and wake you up? Never.Â
You rolled around enough in the night to wake up in a less intimate position than when you had fallen asleep. You knew Eddie was a deep sleeper, and took it upon yourself to creep out of bed and back into your day clothes, make a pot of coffee, and watc a bit of TV before he roused and joined you in the living room.Â
âWhy didnât you wake me?â He rubbed the crust from his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to see you had brewed a whole pot of coffee to share.Â
âYou looked so peaceful and cozy,â he shook his head at you, as if that was no excuse for letting him sleep an extra forty minutes. Â
After a slow morning, he agrees to drive you home.Â
âSo this is the part where I say âEddie, I had such a wonderful time on our date. Iâd love to do it again sometime.â And then you agree and tell me when youâre free. Itâs best to be super direct and make plans to get together again soon, cuz then itâs not an awkward whoâs-gonna-call-who-first sort of thing.â
âUh-huhâŠâ he stares at you blankly.Â
âBut for our sake, letâs just agree that Iâm in charge of planning our next date. Okay? Iâll do it from the perspective of what I think most girls would enjoy, so you can steal it for the future. Iâll call you later.âÂ
You hop out of his van before he can agree, and leave him with a âThanks for letting me stay over!â As you bound away from his view.Â
He squeezed his eyes shut the moment he caught himself checking your ass out as you walked away, and let his head rest down on the steering wheel. He was fucked. How the hell was he supposed to tell you that you needed to stop being his fake girlfriend without disrupting the homeostasis of your friendship?
On one hand he could lie and say he doesnât want your advice, making you think he didnât enjoy your company, which was entirely untrue. On the other hand he could tell you the truth, and you would never be friends the same way again.Â
He drove home with the music too loud, and patiently awaited your call later that evening to iron out the details of your second fake-date.Â
Per your instructions, he let you pick him up this time with the argument that you were the one taking him out this time. He didnât know what you had planned, but let himself fall to the mercy of whatever you had decided was an exemplary date fore him to âsteal in the futureâ.Â
You picked up two coffees and rolled up to the trailer park, popping a mix-tape he had made you ages ago.Â
âHey, I thought we said no paying for each other with fake-dating,â he objects to the coffee sat in the passenger cupholder, some abomination of mostly cream and sugar, the way you know he likes it.Â
âYes, thatâs true, but you smoked me up the other night, and this coffee was like a dollar fifty, so donât worry about it,â you give him a look that tells him to drink the damn coffee and not sass back, to which he complies, even though he smokes you up expecting nothing in return about every other weekend.Â
The two of you sip away and listen to Eddies âmust-know-to-be-my-friendâ mixtape and arrive shortly at the strip mall across town. This was a regular weekly stop for both of you, the strip of connected stores containing the Goodwill, a pet store, the pharmacy, and grocery. A pretty mundane collection.Â
âOkay, what are we doing at Gregâs?â Eddie gestures to the grocery store, the back of his mind running through the grocery list heâs been making for this week anyways.
âWhatâs the perfect date?â You ask, and answer for him, âa romantic picnic. But gathering supplies is half the fun. Picnic food supplies at Gregâs, some pills to get fucked up at the pharm, some turtles or something to let loose into the wild from the pet store, and then hats, cups, blanket, etcetera from the Goodwill.â
He turns to you with the most bewildered stare, which sends you into a fit of giggles.
âOkay, Iâm joking about the pills and the turtles,â you nudge his arm, âbut wonât it be sweet to get together some picnic supplies and then drive out to lookout point? We can still swing by the pet store to check out the ferrets though.â
To Eddie, the idea of a date involved him doing something he didnât want to do, some awkward small talk, and spending money on shit he truly thought was useless. This didnât sound half bad. You would âwork backwards so the food purchases come lastâ according to your reasoning, and he followed you in tow without any arguments into the Goodwill.
âSo Iâm thinkingâŠâ you start to wander into the aisles of used clothes and knick knacks, âmaybe a blanket? A basket would be sort of corny, but if we find one for cheap I donât see why not. Surely two glasses for drinking, and maybe some sun hats?â
Swiveling back around to see a half stunned Eddie, who was still processing how in the hell this was your idea of a romantic date, you grab his hand and pull him to the bric-a-brac section.Â
After it got through his thick skull that the same place he had uncomfortably tried on new pants throughout his growth spurt, and picked up his daily-worn leather jacket, had the same potential to provide some silly, cheap, used items to add some flair to this picnic.Â
Silly and cheap was right up Eddieâs alley. The two of you picked out mismatched champagne glasses, one with the engraved name of a couple who got married in 1943 and the other a flashy rose color with baby angel carvings dancing around the sides.Â
You luckily find an on sale beach blanket, and the two of you pick out some very goofy sun hats. A floppy farmers hat for you, and a bedazzled trucker hat spelling âhot mamaâ for Eddie.
Through the midst of your giggles and debate on whether you should buy a wooden bench to bring out to your picnic destination, Eddie found himself having a really good time with you.Â
As promised, you visited the pet store and checked out the ferrets and fish and geckos.Â
âIf you could have any pet, what would you want?â You asked him, noses pressed against the chinchilla enclosure.Â
âJaguar,â he said, a little too quickly.
âFor real, dummy,â you knock your hip into his.
âI donât know, we never had enough space or extra money for pets growing up, so maybe someday if I had enough room for it to run around Iâd like a dog or something,â he tells. Eyes still transfixed on the chinchilla behind the glass.Â
âI can see that,â you imagine Eddie with some mutt from the shelter, wrestling around and giving it lots of scratches behind the ears.Â
Skipping the pharmacy, you pop into the grocery store and assemble what may be the worldâs most eclectic picnic.Â
âThatâs the definition of a picnic, Iâm pretty sure,â you explain after Eddie insinuated that the gingersnap cookies you grabbed, along with grapes and a block of cheese, wasnât exactly a meal, âyou know, just a smorgasbord of whatever we want!â
Admittedly, Eddie had considered a handful of pretzels and a beer to be dinner on more than one occasion, so he couldnât argue with you. Quickly catching your drift, the two of you picked out an assortment of snacks and some ingredients for pb&j sandwiches.Â
âI thought picnics were supposed to be classy?â Eddie holds up the Wonder bread and bag of potato chips with a look that suggested his question was rhetorical.
Your response was simply to raise the, admittedly cheap, bottle of champagne you grabbed to accompany with your meal, more for the irony of drinking the bubbly liquid out of your new used glasses with your sticky sandwiches than anything else.Â
You pack your supplies into a tote bag, not having found a suitable basket at the thrift store, and drive across town to a dirt paved road that leads to a nice lookout point with a view of the lake.Â
âLetâs walk down the path a little bit, but not too far,â you grab the blanket and tote bag from your trunk, motioning for Eddie to put on his âhot mamaâ hat and carry your other auxiliary supplies, âI do not fuck with bugs.â
âIâll protect you,â Eddie puffs out his chest, making you both giggle.
âFrom bugs?â
âYeah, Iâll punch a mosquito right in the face, to defend your honor and all that.â
âI know I told you not to do that, but a mosquito might be the exception to the rule.â
You found a nice little clearing not far from the car, a spot that still had a nice view but was a bit more secluded. Eddie sat pressed right up next to you, making your sandwich âto be a proper gentlemanâ but simultaneously spilling a glob of jelly onto your leg.
âShit,â he doesnât think twice before leaning down and slurping the grape flavored blob off of your bare knee, tongue poking out and licking the spilt jelly from your skin.
âEddie!â You squirm away, barking out a surprised laugh.Â
âWhat! Your knee is clean, wouldnât want to waste perfectly good preserves, or a napkin.â
You feel your skin tingle where his lips had touched you, for only a moment, but you still felt it. He was so confident and casual in his movements, not having any hesitation to grab your hand or brush your hair out of your face. It wasnât under the guise of fake romance, he had always been like that. Not touchy, per se, just sure of himself. Youâd never seen Eddie do anything half assed, thatâs for certain.
After the conversation you shared the other night, you were unable to stop your mind from wandering to thoughts of what Eddie does with those girls in bars, if he touched him with the same confidence and sureness he put into everything else he did.Â
It was wrong to let your mind go to such dirty places about someone you considered a friend, but you couldnât manage to feel any guilt. He had offered that information freely, so who were you to punish yourself for staring a little longer at his fingers, conjuring up the context in which heâd bury them inside you against some grimy bar bathroom.Â
The date was all peanut butter smiles and bubbly laughter that floated up into the trees. Silly, yes, but neither of you could deny there was something sweet, maybe even romantic about it. A cheap meal in the woods shared between two friends in ill-fitting fifty cent hats, but an undeniable touch of romance lingered nonetheless.Â
Eddie started to realize that maybe the whole dating thing wasnât as uptight and scary as he had initially thought. It could be easy and fun, with the right person. And fuck, if he could even imagine doing this with anyone but you.Â
Like most things Eddie did, he did not consider any potential consequences before acting. You looked so pretty sitting there in the sunshine, sipping from your cheap âMartha & Dave â43â glass, a few sandwich crumbs dotting the corner of your mouth.
What else was he supposed to do other than lean over and wipe them away with his thumb, stroking your soft cheek and feel the warmth of your skin beneath his palm.Â
âYou had some,â he uses his other hand to motion at his own mouth, âand I suppose this is the sort of moment where Iâd ask if I can kiss you.âÂ
You find yourself a bit dumbfounded, his big stupid hand on your cheek and those big stupid puppy dog eyes unrelenting in making everything he says seem so genuine.
âAre you?â You find your voice, only half embarrassed at how shy it comes out.
âAm I what?â
âAre you asking me?â
âYeah,â his answer comes out in a way that insinuates that he never meant anything other than that, that he was always asking to kiss you, he wasnât asking in theory, in another universe, in the context of advice.Â
âOkay,â you found yourself behaving like Eddie, not really thinking of consequences before your words and actions spoke on behalf of your instincts.
Everything so far had been so easy. Your fake first date at the bar, curling up next to him in a haze, making up stories about what sort of people donated the fake palm tree or the Garfield mug at the Goodwill, imagining Eddie running around a yard with a puppy, lounging in the grass and eating your assorted picnic snacks. It was all effortless.
Suddenly, being kissed by Eddie sucked the ease from your lungs and sent your mind spiraling into a cacophony of bells and whistles and giant swirling red flags. If this is how he kissed you, casually across some half eaten peanut butter sandwiches, youâd spend the rest of your days yearning to know how he kissed someone with true intention.Â
Of course, his intentions were all there, but the lingering knowledge that all of this was happening under the umbrella of âyou giving him adviceâ or âhelping practice for the next girlâ poisoned any true feeling he poured into it. He cupped your cheek, soft, let his lips press into yours delicately for a moment before he felt your breath hitch, opening his mouth just enough to deepen the kiss and capture your lower lip fully.Â
He was more careful, gentle, methodic with his movements and so receptive to every little signal your body gave him, it was unlike any first-kiss, heat-of-the-moment-kiss, in-the-throws-of-passion-kiss, any of it. Like hell youâd ever tell him that, inflate that big ego that fuels his snippy comebacks at you, but Jesus, was it remarkable.Â
While at war with yourself internally, your heart was on the precipice of exploding in your chest from the way he snaked his hand into your hair and pressed his forehead against yours to catch a breath. You suck in a sharp breath and feel that stupid cocky smirk creep up onto that pretty mouth of his.
ââS that sufficient for a first kiss?â
âFuck offfff,â you were still a little out of breath, smacking his chest and flopping back down onto the picnic blanket, throwing your arms up and rolling your eyes at him, âif youâre so damn confident, maybe we just should fake break up, cuz you donât seem like you need my advice.â
âNooooo,âhe slumps down next to you, burrowing his head under your arm so he can pop up right next to your face, âIâm learning a lot, I promise! This date was so fun, and cheap! I would have never thought any of this could be remotely romantic. Iâm hopeless, y/n, look at me.â
He wriggles around and gives you a big fake pout, âIf left to my own devices I would probably do something horribly embarrassing or off-putting, likeâŠâ he digs his head into the crook of your neck and blew a fat, wet raspberry right into your skin, making you yelp and squeal, but his position half on top of you pins you down.Â
âSee!â He pulls up for air, you were in a fit of screaming giggles, âIâd go right in for a kiss and just,â and he does it again, leaving you gasping for air, trying your best to tickle his ribs to get him off of you, but not minding the close contact by any means.Â
âNow Iâm not so sure,â he pulls back to give you a minute to catch your breath, âit seems like you enjoyed that, so maybe survey says I should pull that move on the ladies.â
Your airy laughter subsided, but he stays half pinning you down to the blanket and the lumpy grass underneath.
âI didnât mean to give you the impression that Iâm not grateful for your help,â he says earnestly, catching your gaze, âitâs just⊠this isnât what I need help with.â
As his statement is processing, you find his lips back on yours, his torso pressed flushed with yours and his wild mane of hair coming down to curtain around your head. He doesnât take it too far, but kisses you as earnestly as he had before, giving your lip a slight drag with his teeth and running his hand up from your hip up the side of your ribcage, leaving you arching slightly into him by pure instinct.
Before your head got too dizzy again, before you could really throw yourself into it and say fuck it and kiss him back the way you secretly wanted to, he pulled back.
âThat.â his voice was even, you hated how needy you felt and how even keeled he could be milliseconds after stealing the air from your lungs, âItâs the rest of it,â he threw his hands up and gestured to all the food and knock knacks around you, âitâs this stuff that you make seem so easy, so forgive me if I lay it on a little thick when we get to the parts Iâm actually good at.â
âJust,â you sat up a bit, grounding yourself and formulating a response despite your brain looping the past twenty seconds back infinitely, âdonât do that again.â
âOkay,â he sat back and popped a grape into his mouth, âsorry.â
âDonât apologize,â you knocked his knee with yours, struggling to articulate how you felt without showing too much of your hand, deciding to just be candid, âI just- I liked that a little too much if you know what I mean. And this is strictly business, or education, maybe?â
âYou liked it when I pinned you against the wall the other night,â he said matter of factly, âI think you liked that a little too much too, and you still took me on this fake educational business date.â
âYeah, well, you caught me,â you threw your hands up in defense.
âWhich one is it though?â He asks and you donât quite understand, âare you a sweet kiss on the picnic kind of girl, or an up against the wall kind of girl?â
âThatâs none of your business, as far as fake-dating is concerned,â you say a little too quickly, âand no you canât have my panties.â
You say it with a smirk, but he doesnât press any further. He turns and does that Eddie-thing heâs so good at, just changing the subject and shifting the vibe completely away from what might have been a stale moment or awkward pause. He starts asking if you like green or purple grapes better, going off about how he used to put them in the freezer as a kid.Â
The remainder of your date went without a hitch, of course. You picked away at your picnic until the sun started to set, and once the sky started turning purple you made your way back to the car. The drive home consisted only of easy conversation and no further mention of the kiss, well, kisses that had transpired. He hopped out of the passenger seat with a âthank youâ and a âsee ya later alligator.âÂ
A scalding hot shower, a restless night of sleep, and too many cups of herbal tea the next morning did nothing to quell the noise in your head that blasted those moments over and over. You couldnât stop picking apart whether he had thought about it for even a millisecond, and felt embarrassed that you could think of nothing else.Â
It was simply an amplified version of what your whole friendship had been up until this point. You silently admiring him and wishing he would look at you the way you looked at him, and settling for friendship over heartbreak.Â
Pushing it aside to the best of your ability allowed you to get through your week, but you had the lingering feeling that the next time you saw him would strike you with warm cheeks and a scrambled mental state.
Guilt had started to seep in at the corners of your mind, but you reminded yourself that you shouldnât punish yourself for having romantic or sexual thoughts about someone you simply found attractive and compelling, it was your actions that would determine the validity of your guilt.Â
âLong time no see, loser,â Robin hollered from the pool table across the bar, where she was likely kicking Steveâs ass.Â
âYeah, yeah, sorry,â you shrug off your coat and plop down at their regular booth, knowing her jabs were entirely empty. You notice Eddieâs leather jacket hung up by the wall, and scan the bar to find him ordering a drink.Â
There was a silent mutual understanding that youâd keep the fake dating thing to a bare minimum when out with your friends like this. Even though Steve was well aware, and therefore Robin was too, you figured tainting your social time with the performance of romance is the exact reason Eddie turned down the girl at the bar in the first place.Â
âFor the lady,â Eddie waltzes over and hands you a drink.
âOh, thanks,â you take it with a confused smile, âyou didnât have to do that.â
âYou bought me coffee last weekend,â he sat across the booth from you, âplus Iâm trying to get better at buying drinks for pretty girls, right?â
You remind him that he doesnât have to keep tabs on things like coffee, but you appreciate the gesture regardless. As per the past few times youâd been out with your friends, you expected him to put a pause on the flirting, but it seems to be bubbling over tonight. You werenât complaining, but admittedly the arm around your shoulder or the noticeable way he checked you out when you got up to refill your drink took you by slight surprise.Â
Sneaking in to claim the always occupied dart board for a challenge against Eddie while he uses the restroom, you keep your eyes on the corner of the bar to signal him over once he returns.
âYou need a partner?â A man suddenly appears behind you, a little closer than youâd like but the bar was crowded, so youâll let it slide.Â
âOh, I was just waiting for-â
âLet me fill in until your friend gets here, we can get you warmed up, yeah?â His tone wasnât too pushy, but you didnât love the look he gave you when making that comment.
Awkwardly staggering for a second, unsure weather to just agree or tell him to fuck off, âHe really should be just a minute-â
âOr maybe less,â Eddie comes up right behind you and pulls you possessively into his side.
Your head whips up to see him with a devilish smile, his hand on your waist and the fire behind his eyes telling his guy to get lost.
âOh, sorry man,â the guy starts backing away with an apologetic look.
âYeah, better luck next time, pal,â Eddie snakes around to take the guyâs spot in front of the dart board.
He had his darts in hand and took his stance to start the match, gesturing for you to do the same.Â
âWhat was that,â you ask with a slight joking tone, but seriously curious.
âWhat?â He doesnât make eye contact and instead throws the first dart, âIâm not allowed to get fake jealous?â
âYouâre allowed to feel any fake emotion you want, I guess,â your tone is somewhere in between a joke and a question.Â
âYouâd feel fake jealous if I was getting blown in the bathroom by some chick rather than playing darts with you, I bet.â
âOkay,â your tone shifts to defensive, âgetting blown is very different than some guy asking to play darts with me.â
âI didnât like the way he was looking at you,â Eddie turns to face you, having thrown all his darts, âfor real.â
A moment lapsed where you didnât register that your mouth was hanging open in disbelief, the look in your eyes Eddie immediately clocked as lust and bottled up to store away for a later time.Â
âI knew the scary dog thing would work,â his âi-told-you-soâ tone rubbed you the wrong way, but he wasnât wrong, âyou said girls werenât into that, but you totally looooove that I defended your honor.â
âDonât give yourself too much credit, I said girls wouldnât be into it if you punched him,â you rolled your eyes.
âI donât know, babe, I think you liked the whole âback off of my womanâ act.â
You mumble out a âwhateverâ and let him have this win, which he was clearly reveling in, trying to focus instead at beating him at darts.Â
âJust donât pull shit like that on a first date, acting too possessive off the bat is a huge red flag for a lot of women.â
âI thought we werenât doing dating advice tonight?â You donât even have to look at him to know heâs got that stupid sarcastic smile.
âYeah I thought so too,â you fail at your attempt to beat him in darts, as well as your attempt to not flirt back with him.Â
He insists on collecting all the darts, picking up the ones haphazardly strews across the floor from failed attempts to hit the board.Â
âIâm no pro or anything, but I think youâd hit the board a lot more if you fixed your stance.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever,â you flip him the bird and take back your red tipped darts.Â
As you steady your arm to aim your first shot he comes up behind you and grabs your hips, causing you to let out an unexpected squeak. He adjusts your stance, not aggressively, but with some force, twisting your hips and using his big combat boot to sweep your foot around so you stood more sideways.Â
âYouâre standing straight on,â he backs up, allowing you to secretly catch your breath, âand all your shots are veering to the right. If you plant your feet more angled youâll hit the board.â
You wanted to roll your eyes at him, miss on purpose to show him heâs full of shit. You flippantly toss the dart, not trying particularly hard, and it hits. Not a bulls-eye or anything like that, but a lot closer than your previous attempts had been.Â
âGood girl,â he comments, leaning in to breech your personal space just enough to make your blood boil.
You drop the remainder of the darts in your opposite hand onto the floor and whip around to face him, half jokingly smacking him on the shoulder.Â
âOh my god, fuck off!â
Youâre met with his trademark shit-eating grin.
Truthfully, Eddie hadnât been able to keep his eyes off you all night. Heâd spent the night after your picnic date with his hand in bis boxers, squeezing his eyes shut and remembering the little gasp you had made when he grabbed your waist, the hum in your throat that bubbled up when he kissed you pinned against the blanket, that night and every night since.Â
âOh, you donât like that?â that joking tone he uses to cover up what he actually wants to say.Â
âShut up, you know I do,â you didnât even try to stifle your reaction, knowing it was his intent to get under your skin.
âHow would I possibly know that,â he playfully looks up at the ceiling and around the bar, hands clasped behind his back now, rocking back and forth on his heels.
âYou better cut that shit out, unless you plan on doing something about it,â you manage the most assertive tone your wobbly insides could muster, a little shocked at yourself for actually saying what you were thinking.Â
âIâm not much of a planner,â he gracefully takes a stance next to you and rips all three darts, not great shots, but all hitting the board, âIâm more of a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of guy, you know that.â
âWell your pants better make up their mind if youâre playing boyfriend tonight or not,â your insinuation was heavy but you had fumbled your hand, and he had already seen all your cards at this point, so there was no reason to bluff.
âThe real question is,â he leans in, his imposing figure crowding your space in a way that made your head spin, âdo you want me to play boyfriend? Or do you want me to play guy who fucks your brains out in the bar bathroom?â
Your eyebrows pinched together for a millisecond, and before he could decipher your expression you grabbed his hand and started storming through the crowds hoarded by the bar. Why the hell a seedy downtown bar has a single stall family bathroom with a changing table is beyond you, but you drag him inside and slam the lock down behind you.Â
âYouâre not allowed to treat me any differently after this,â you start to fall into the sinkhole of oh my god what the hell is about to happen, but are cut off by him pressing you against the closed door the exact way he had handled you against his kitchen wall that night weeks ago.Â
âNot unless you want me to,â he doesnât hesitate to get his mouth on yours, immediately pulling your mind from wondering what the vague sticky substance on the door pressing into your back could be.Â
âI mean, youâre not allowed to fuck me and then never talk to me again,â you say in between moving lips and tongues, giving him a moment to bury his face in your neck, "Promise me."
âOh donât worry about that,â he pulls back, âwe can go get coffee tomorrow and you can give me a full performance review. Promise.â
Your annoyed eye roll quickly turns into them fluttering shut as he licks a stripe up to the junction behind your ear that has you melted into a boneless puddle between his pressing hips and the door. He drags his teeth across your lobe while leaning into you with a black denim clad thigh.
âWhy donât we make a deal,â you let out, voice breathy and unfocused. Before he can even pull back to reply you continue, âif youâre half as good at this as you claim to be, and can make me cum in this dingy bathroom, Iâll let you take me back to your trailer and you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.â
He was leaning in to seal the deal with a kiss before he could even process your request, because yes of course, a million times yes heâs taking this deal. Despite the rouse of you playing bar hookup for the night, and despite the idea of bringing you back to his place and finally doing what heâs wanted since the day he met you absolutely terrifying him, he nods and kisses you.Â
Itâs electrifying. His confidence only spurs you on to kiss him harder, grip his hair a little tighter, say the things you would only imagine in the deepest parts of your mind. The feeling of his grin against your lower lip and his fingers quickly unbuttoning your jeans fuels your fire.Â
âYou sure you know what youâre getting into,â he mumbles playfully, pulling you away from the wall with a gasp and leading you over to the tiny built in counter against a mirror by the sink.Â
âWell Iâm certainly not letting you fuck me against any of these sticky surfaces,â you note as youâre lifted onto the counter covered in mystery substance, âand I think you need to earn it.â
Of course it was no surprise to you that Eddie was good with his fingers. You probably could have told anyone that long before this impromptu bathroom hookup. Egging him on and challenging him in a way you were sure he wasnât used to was well worth abandoning your assumptions.Â
âOh yeah? I think, if youâre lucky, Iâll earn it more times than you can count before the nightâs over,â he positioned himself in between your legs, pressing your torso into the mirror behind you as he leaned in for another heated kiss.Â
He pulled your ass to the edge of the counter, and looped his thumbs into the waistband of your unbuttoned pants. You were quick to assume that heâd yank the fabric right off your legs, preparing to lift your ass from the counter to assist.
Eddie paused, pulled back and gave you a look that asked âyouâre sure about this?â and when a dreamy smile spread across your cheeks he melted into you with a kiss that turned your stomach inside out and made your pussy flutter.
He snakes a hand from its grip on your torso down into your unbuttoned pants. You arched up into his touch, wanting to urge him to get on with it and get your pants and underwear out of the way, but appreciating how much he seemed to be reveling in feeling you for the first time.Â
âSo fuckin wet,â he mumbled against your lips, his fingers only feeling up your cunt from outside your underwear. He pressed the fabric into your slick center, following the path up to your clit and then teasingly back down to where your panties were soaked through.
âYou werenât lying when you said you liked this a little too much,â heâs rolling his hips ever so slightly against your spread thigh as he rubs your clothed pussy, his teeth sinking into your lower lip as he moves the material aside and sinks two fingers right into your wet cunt with ease.
You were sure that youâd retrospectively have a million quippy compacks that come to mind, but in this moment it was impossible to come up with words when his fingers were buried inside you, still, just letting you squeeze around them, and his hard cock straining against his jeans nestled against the inside of your thigh.
He slowly drags his fingerâs up from your hole to your clit, and you let out a whine of desperation as he fully removes his hand from your damp underwear.Â
Before you can manage the breath to tell him to please, for the love of god, get on with it, he brings his fingers up to his lips and gives them a long suck, never breaking eye contact with you.Â
âYeah,â he sighs out and presses his forehead against yours, âI might like that a little too much too.â
Protests and urging words catch in your throat as he yanks down your pants and underwear with one quick pull, not even needing you to lift your ass off the counter more than it already was. He was methodical and moved with intention, folding up your pants neatly and shoving your soaked panties into his back pocket, shooting you a wink.Â
âEddie, please,â your overdue complaints are finally bubbling over. You hardly finish your plea before his face is buried in your neck, and his fingers are sliding right back into your needy hole.Â
The top of your head rests against the mirror behind you, exposing your neck and arching your back into his touch. He sucks and nips at the soft skin between your collar bone and ear, all while letting his two middle fingers pump slowly into you.
âMmmm,â he mumbles into the crook of your jaw, âsuch a good girl for me, perfect pussy squeezing my fingers so tight, canât fuckin wait to feel you soak my cock.â
Nearly orgasming at his words alone, your eyes flutter shut and you let out a moan of his name as he lets his thumb drag circles across your clit. âEddie, please, just like that, I-â
âOh, suddenly sheâs not questioning my abilities?â he says with a biting smirk, âWhat was that about me not being half as good as I think I am?â
âFuck,â you want to raise an eyebrow and shoot something back, hold out and make him work for it, but after hardly two minutes of his fingers rolling inside you, hooked up to drag along that perfect fucking spot, you had no choice but to feed his ego and let him win.Â
âYou wanted to make your little deal,â he pumps a little faster, making your head loll to the side and mouth hang half open, âIâll sweeten it for you, babe. I say we can get this pretty pussy to come twice all over my fingers before anyone even knocks on this door.â
âYes,â is all you can squeak out, âyes, please.â
If Eddie was being honest, he was a few half-thrusts into your thigh short of coming in his own pants from how hot you looked. Your eyes glassed over, pretty lips parted and gasping his name, perfect cunt sucking his fingers in.Â
The hand not occupied by your gushing cunt slid up to cup the side of your cheek, forcing you to look into his fiery eyes. âFeelâs good?â he questions, knowing the answer and not expecting a verbal response.
He drags the pad of his thumb up to your parted lips, running it along your plush bottom lip and dragging it down a bit, relishing in how under his spell you were. His thumb slips into your mouth and you immediately wrap your lips around it and suck.Â
âGood girl,â his thumb on your clit is rubbing more focused circles, âsuck on that and keep your voice down, donât want the whole bar knowing what a good little slut you are for me.â
Jackpot.Â
A muffled moan around his thumb and the spasming of your inner walls signaled that you were hitting your peak. He drags the spit slicked digit from your lips and quickly replaces it with his lips and tongue, kissing you with fervor as he feels you ride out your orgasm on his hand.Â
âMmmmmmmâ you moan, somewhere between a pleading whine and a sigh of satisfaction into his lips as his fingers donât let up.Â
Under different circumstances you would tell him to slow down, give you a minute to catch your breath. Eddie was stubborn, this you knew, and he had already made it abundantly clear that one orgasm wasnât going to be enough.Â
He pulls back from your lips, loving the sharp intake of breath you swallow as your cheeks continue to flush and eyelids keep fluttering.Â
âSo fucking good, came all over my fingers,â his gaze locks in on where his hand was buried into your cunt. âGonna give me one more?â
Of course you would, whether it was up to you or not. He did slow up for a second, just enough for you to regain your grip on reality before he started curling them up again.Â
âEddie,â you whine out, eyes nearly crossed and unable to focus your attention on his face, hands, anything other than his boner poking into your inner thigh, âwanna feel you.â
The hand formerly gripped tight onto the edge of the counter snakes forward and pulls his hip into you, a permanent indentation of his stiff cock molding against your skin.Â
âNot yet baby,â he rolls his hips forward, giving you a delicious feel of how it would be if he was inside you, but instead pushing his fingers a touch deeper and then pulling his hips away, âone more and then Iâll take you home. Youâre gonna let me ruin that perfect little cunt, right? That was the deal?â
âYes,â you gasp out, his other hand moving from your hair down to rub fast tight circles on your clit, the other hand still pumping steadily inside you.
âThatâs right, I know this pussy is gonna take me so well. Youâre already drooling for my cock, so fucking perfect.â
You feel it building up again, that sacred double orgasm that only ever came during your alone time in the shower or when you were so desperate for release that your hand didnât stop after the first, but never with another person, never like this.Â
His smile nearly touched his ears at this point, pulling back to take in all of you as your eyes screwed shut and thighs threatened to break his wrist at how fast they snapped together.Â
Hitting you like a punch to the gut, your abdomen tightened and released rapidly, air sucked from your lungs and his hand working you through it between your clenched thighs.Â
Yeah, maybe this was a bad idea.Â
If you were in a cartoon, stars and chirping birds would be swirling around your head as you slowly came back to reality. He gave you some space, and begrudgingly gave you pack your panties after you hand out your hand and gave him a stern look.
âIâm gonna go tell the others that you arenât feeling great and Iâm taking you home,â he makes sure youâve pulled your pants back up before unlocking the door, âTake your time, and Iâll meet you at the van, okay? Iâll grab your stuff.â
âYeah,â you still feel a little flustered, looking back into the mirror and smoothing down your hair, âthanks.â
He shoots you a wink before slipping out, giving you a moment to collect yourself and splash some cold water on your face. Okay, so youâre doing this.Â
Any nagging feelings that this might ruin things or that heâs only teasing you because of your arrangement are quickly squished down into a deeper compartment of your brain, overtaken by the post orgasm bliss and wandering thoughts of what might happen next.Â
You peek your head out of the bathroom door, and slink your way to the back door without passing your group table or a stray Steve or Robin. The fresh air equalizes your buzzing thoughts, and you spot Eddie, already in the driverâs seat of his van.Â
âYou good?â He asks as you hop into the passenger seat. You wonât let him have the upper hand, just because he made you come twice in under ten minutes.Â
âYeah,â you gather as much assertion as your voice will project, âYou good?â
âFâcourse,â he starts backing up, you internally roll your eyes at the way his outstretched arm muscles and curved neck make your stomach flutter, âJust wanted to make sure I passed the test.â
You sit in silence, not wanting to give into the cocky game he clearly wants to play, yet know that heâs entirely correct in his assumption that heâs driven you completely crazy. Once heâs on the main stretch of road, finally rolling to a stop at a red light you let your hand migrate across the center console, dancing its way into his lap.Â
As you hoped, his cock was still half hard and apparent underneath his jeans. You let your hand draw circles next to it, loving the little twitch you get when you run your nails against his thigh.Â
âEasy there, tiger,â he lets out a huffed laugh, with just an edge to his tone that suggested you were getting yourself into something youâd soon regret.Â
âCâmon Eds,â you let your head fall on the corner of the headrest, gaze angled over at his tight grip on the steering wheel while your hand dancing around the bulge in his pants, âyouâve been pushing this thing against my thigh for the past twenty minutes, forgive me for wanting a better feel.â
You put on a pretend pouty face and flash him your best puppy dog eyes to ward off any incoming snippy comments from him. He rolls his pretty eyes at you and silently bites the inside of his cheek as you feel up and down his lap, grazing his growing cock with each pass.Â
âForgiven,â through gritted teeth, he squeezes his eyes shut as your fingers circle around his head, now taking visible form beneath his black jeans. He internally reprimands himself for losing focus on the road, and zeroes his concentration on getting back to his trailer as fast as this van can take him.Â
You have your fun watching him wiggle in his seat, feeling his thigh muscles clench under your palm every so often. You werenât full on jerking him off over his pants, but you were certainly relishing in the feeling of his dick getting harder and harder with each occasional pass of your hand.
He parks diagonally across the lawn in front of his trailer, not giving a shit where the van ends up as long as itâs stopped. He wanted to dash around the vehicle and scoop you out of your seat, throw you over his shoulder and take you inside to continue with whatever this evening had in store for you.
The second his hand stalled on the clutch, shifting the van into park and taking a moment to let his mind wander to what would happen once he got you inside, you were already halfway out the van and skipping up the steps to his front door.Â
Entering his trailer, you start taking off your coat and shoes, trying to act as normal as possible. Your facade of keeping it cool entirely shatters when he enters behind you, calmly clicking the door shut and patiently waiting for you to finish unlacing your boots.
You remain crouched down, darting your eyes up at him, deciding against being a brat and undoing your laces as slowly as possible to keep him waiting. Any caution you had was long swept away by the wind, and heâd taken control in your little bathroom tryst, so it was your turn to say fuck it and just do what felt right.Â
And in this moment, there was only a few quick movements and about six inches of space between you and Eddieâs semi-hard dick. One shoe was only half off, haphazardly kicked behind you as you pivoted onto your knees and had your hands moving eagerly up his tensing thighs.
âCan I?â Your question was half formed and he was already nodding.Â
Youâd teased him enough on the ride over, you wanted him, now. Pants quickly unbuttoned and blue checkered boxers pushed down to his knees, and you were about to go feral and just go for it when a silver glimmer adorning his thick cock caught your eye.
Your mouth was already half open, but your jaw nearly unhinged and hit the floor when the pierced head of his dick falls out of his boxers and lands at your eye level.Â
Unmoving, mouth agape, you look up to make eye contact, ripping your eyes away from the shock of two silver balls on his cockhead. He knew it was nice, he wouldnât have bedazzled it if it wasnât, but the look you were giving him sucked all the unwavering confidence from his body for a split second, suddenly feeling weak in the knees at the sight of you slowly sicking your tongue out, not making any contact but waiting.Â
He took the base of his dick in his hand and gave it a few precautionary strokes before angling it down and slapping your wet tongue with the tip a few times.Â
You were two and a half seconds away from being entirely fucked out. If he pulled away and asked you to crawl on all fours to him, youâd do it without a second thought.
You let him slide his cock gently against your outstretched tongue a few times before coming to your senses and wrapping your lips around him, moving your hand to replace his and move against the length that your mouth couldnât yet reach.Â
All it took was a few steady bobs of your head, hand twisting and eyes still focused upwards on his face, to have him biting his knuckle and looking up at the ceiling to ground himself to try and not bust on the spot. You love this, of course, seeing him visibly spiral paired with the salty taste of precum already leaking from him.Â
The hand not jerking him off comes up to the back of his hip, gently pushing against him in tandem with the movements of your head, encouraging him to shallowly thrust into your mouth.
âJesus fu-â he grunts out, not wanting to overestimate your encouragement, but unable to keep his hips from rolling forward slightly with the push of your hands and the bob of your lips.Â
After an unexpected snap of his hips that sent his cock sliding into the back of your throat, making you gag slightly, a pang of guilt struck through him for pushing too hard. That was, until you let your head pull back a touch to catch your breath, but a long string of spit connected your lips to his cock, and a wild smile broke across your face that nearly sent him to the moon.Â
You dove back in and pushed his cock all the way into the back of your throat, going so far that your nose pressed into the patch of dark curls that sat above his perfect dick. Focusing your breathing through your nose, you make a point to constrict your throat a few times until you feel him twitch inside you.
Pulling off with a gasp for air, you notice his eyebrows pinched together and gaze locked on you.Â
âI like how these feel,â you comment, letting your pointed tongue dance around the metal balls on his tip.
He shudders and you clench your thighs at the sight of his stomach muscles tensing up when your tongue makes contact with the underside of his head, right where it meets the shaft.Â
âIf I let you fuck my mouth until you come, are you still going to be able to give it to me in a bit, or are you a one and done kind of guy?â You ask with a playfully teasing tone, but genuinely want to know if you suck him off to completion if the night will be over or not.Â
âFuck,â he spits out, more blood rushing to his cock at the idea of coming down your throat, âIâd fuck you all night if youâd let me babe.â
Half a second doesnât pass before his cock is back in your mouth, hips shakily moving forward with your movements, gaining confidence as you flicker your eyes up at him through your lashes, the glimmer in them telling him he can take what he wants.Â
âFuckinâ look at you,â he comments to himself, âtakinâ it all.âÂ
âMhmmm,â you hum around him letting your tongue roll around his tip each time before he pushes his cock back down your throat.Â
âYou think you can get away with teasing me like that? That shit you pulled in the van back there, you think itâs cute to try and get me all riled up?â
You nod, tongue out and saliva coating your lips and chin. You could tell he was close by the way his words came out staggered, and his hips started snapping towards you in a new tempo, like his body was chasing it.Â
Grunts and moans pulled from his chest fill the space mixed with the hums of satisfaction you let out while you take him deeper and faster. Moving in for the kill, you carefully slip your hand up in between his legs, cupping his balls, trying your best not to startle him.Â
âOh fuck,â it was a pitch of his voice youâd never heard before, a new tone especially reserved for the moments before orgasm, âyouâre gonna make me fuckin come, y/n, y/n, IâmâŠâ
The feeling of his balls constricting in your hands cues the warm wash of come sputtering down into your throat.
Getting the feeling heâd appreciate a bit of a show, you continue to jerk him off and pull off his cock slightly, letting the tip balance onto the tip of your tongue and the rest of his load spills out into your open mouth, some landing around the corners and onto your lips.Â
âChrist, y/n,â his chest is heaving, his eyes finally pulling from you to squeeze shut for a moment.Â
Once youâre sure heâs looking at you again you swallow down the salty white substance and lick the excess off your lips. You take his head back into your mouth, sucking just enough to clean off the tip and lap up any stray drops. Heâs sensitive, you can tell, so you stop torturing him and place a final kiss right in between the two metal balls.Â
You thought of asking him if the piercing hurt, or maybe make a comment about the two matching tattoos on his hipbones, ink of his youâd never seen until now. Before your brain can jump from swallowing his come to making post-nut chit chat, heâs yanking you up off your feet and wrapping you in a searingly passionate kiss.Â
In your past experience most guys wanted you to drink some water or brush your teeth after they came in your mouth, at least before kissing you. Not Eddie. The way his tongue immediately slipped into your mouth, you almost believed he was trying to get a taste for himself.Â
âCâmon,â he whispers in between slotting his lips with your, âBedroom. Now.âÂ
He takes your hips in his hands and spins you around, causing a surprised yelp to bubble up from you, making him chuckle behind you as he walks you down the hall, keeping his hands on your sides.Â
You knew where you were going, there were only so many doors in his tiny trailer, and youâd been here plenty of times before, but you liked the feeling of his hands pushing you forward, guiding your movements and steering you down the hallway into his room.Â
Before your knees can hit the bed he spins you back around and captures your lips in another heated kiss. His hands trail up your sides, letting his fingertips slide beneath the hem of your shirt and push it upwards until your ribs were exposed. He pulls away from your face, leaving you leaning back into him, not wanting the kiss to end.Â
âUp,â he pinches the sides of your shirt in his hands, and signals with his chin that he wants you to lift your arms, which you comply.Â
It slides up and off of you, his hands quickly darting back to unclasp your bra, seemingly without even trying. This makes you roll your eyes, but the realization that youâre bare before him eclipses the thought of making a snippy remark about what a man whore he is.Â
Flat palms caress your sides and move up to cup your breasts, his tongue pressing into the side of your neck.Â
âThese too,â his thumbs dip into your pants, managing to wiggle under the waistband of your panties as well. Youâre going to do it yourself, but he gently pushes you back onto the bed, letting you flip back into the unmade blankets.Â
âI wanna see you,â he pops your pants button and waits for a nod before sliding your pants and underwear down your legs.Â
In between the blowjob and now, heâd tucked himself back into his pants, pulling his boxers and jeans back up, still unbuttoned, but covering him back up as his cock returned to a half hard state, unlikely to stay that way for very long considering how things were going.Â
The scene of you now sprawled out onto his bed, naked and needy for him, and him standing above you, basically fully clothed, had a flood of lust traveling south between your thighs.
âSo fuckinâ gorgeous,â you burned under his intense gaze, raking down your body and soaking in the image of your skin laid out against his flannel plaid sheets.Â
He crawls over you, letting his body melt into yours, the center seam of his jeans pressing against your soaking core, just as it had when he had you pressed up against the door of the bar bathroom.
Rocking gently against you, you feel his cock already starting to harden again. His tongue moves against your neck, hands roaming freely against your skin, arching into his touch.Â
His breath was heavy against your lips, he was already starting to lose himself, and he knew he wanted to make you come with his tongue at least once before his dick came back out, but it was already pulsing between his legs, growing rock solid with every little whimper that came past your lips.Â
Your fingers intertwined themselves into the tresses of his long, messy hair. You use your new grip to pull his face as close into yours as your bodies will allow, smushing his nose up against your cheek and foreheads plastered together. The weight of his body on yours, and the lovely rocking motion of his hips against yours stopped as he pulled away and hooked his arms under your knees.Â
He slides off the side of the bed, feet returning to the carpeted ground and yanking your body to the edge of the mattress. You let out an unexpected giggle, body limp like a rag doll, moving wherever he wanted you.Â
He leans back over to give you another deep kiss, teeth dragging against your lower lip and tongue sliding gracefully against yours, before he slides his mouth down, stopping to lap up at your nipples for a moment, not letting any part of your skin go untouched as he takes his time moving down to where you want him most.Â
Wiggling around on his mattress, your body is begging him to get on with it, but he loves to make you squirm. He takes his time licking up your hip bones, kissing from the innermost part of your thigh all the way down to your knee, and then back up the other side. He even takes a long moment to suck a dark purple bruise into the meat of your thigh, biting down on the flesh and licking over the skin to soothe it, noticing how your back arched a little when he bit down harder.Â
âPlease Eddie,â your voice is hardly above a whisper, whimpering and whiny.
âAll you had to do was ask nicely,â he has that too-cocky tone again, but itâs long forgotten once his tongue is buried in between your thighs, lapping up the excess of wetness already pooled there.
âOhhh,â you let out a moan, sucking in a sharp breath and allowing your body to relax under his focused touch.Â
His hands push up from your ass to the crooks of your knees, moving your legs back to either side of you, strong palms finding their resting place on the backs of your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide open for him while he buries his face deep in your cunt.Â
âYou-â the start of a compliment, or maybe a request, escapes your lips but the sudden harsh suck of your clit into his mouth has you speechless and moaning, âMhmmmmm, uhhhhhhh.â
The sloppy wet sounds of him making out with your pussy are enough to drive you wild, your hands originally balling his sheets in your fists quickly move to the top of his head, resting atop his mop of messy curls.Â
âYâcan give it a tug,â the first half of his statement spoken directly into your pussy, âI donât mind a little pain.â He shoots you a wink and keeps his eyes locked on you as he lets his tongue lap a fat long lick up your slit, and then leaning back down to encourage you to tangle your hands into his hair.Â
Coming to either side of his head you grab two points of purchase, locking your fingers in at the roots and feeling him hum into your cunt when you grabbed it a little tighter.Â
Your hips start to quiver, so he brings one hand from your thigh up to your lower stomach, pinning you against the bed, and still keeping you spread open with the other.Â
Working a steady rhythm against your slick center with his lips and tongue, he can tell heâs found the spot you like most by your open mouth and tight eyebrows.
âOhmygod,â your chest starts moving with heavy breaths, you canât bear to keep yourself up any longer and flop back down flat onto the mattress, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. He lets go of his anchor on your tummy and returns his hands to your thighs, allowing your hips to wiggle and wriggle against his face to chase after your own pleasure.Â
âPleasepleaseplease,â one glimpse of his big brown eyes looking up at you and his nose pressing deliciously into the spot above your clit has your head reeling, âplease donât stop, fuck.â
Rather than reply, he just continues to devour you at that steady pace, your thighs almost snapping shut around his head .Â
âUh huh, right there, oh fuck Eddie Iâm gonna-âÂ
A strangled moan rips from your throat and your back arches off the mattress, his hands quickly come to wrap around your thighs and keep your center held closely against his face. Heâs pulling your hips flush with his face, despite your spasming torso and gushing core.Â
As your orgasm peaks, your hips angle themselves to push up deeper into his face, and he uses his leverage against the backs of your thighs to lift your ass, the entire lower half of your body now off the mattress and sliding backwards as he keeps his moving tongue glued to your clit.Â
He climbs up onto the mattress as you slide back, the grip he had on your legs was sure to leave a sore memory of him unwilling to let your coming pussy away from his face.Â
When he finally pulls away, your hand pushing at his forehead to prevent overstimulation, both of you gasping for air, his knees are propped under your thighs, and your hips are propped up right at perfect level with the bulge in his pants.Â
âFuck me,â you say through catching your breath, not as an expletive but rather a demand, âEddie, I need you to fuck me,â your voice was whiny and desperate.Â
âThis okay?â he starts pulling his dick from its constraints in his unbuttoned jeans, not even shoving them halfway down his thighs before he had that pretty pierced dip dragging through your open and ready folds.Â
âYes, inside, please,â you were chasing after his length, while he tossed his shirt off. He teasingly ran it up and down your slit before sinking into you, collapsing down to press your lips into a kiss to swallow your moans as he slid the whole thing in slowly, making sure to take his time and fuck you right.Â
He grabbed the back of your neck and pressed his forehead to yours, finally sheathed all the way inside you and stilling for a moment to relish in the feeling. Pulling back so he can watch your face as he pumps his first few thrusts, he knows heâs beyond fucked.Â
âSo fucking good,â you slur out, eyes almost crossing from how deep his cock was hitting your insides.
âYeah? This pussyâs god damn perfect, fucking made for me,â he articulates each thought with a snap of his hips, âsuckinâ me right in.âÂ
âWait, can we,â your voice had a little more weight behind it unlike the airy moans heâd grown obsessed with in the past forty minutes.
He pulls back, and rather than finish your thought you slip him out of you and roll over, shuffling up the bed and positioning yourself face down ass up, knees spread and back arched.Â
âYou think you can handle it?â he asks jokingly, swatting your ass playfully and then landing a second, harder smack on the flesh when he notices you pussy clench around nothing at the sensation of him spanking you.Â
âWant you to fuck me hard,â you mumble into his pillow, wiggling your hips a little bit to jiggle the fat of your ass, âI know your cock is gonna feel so fucking good in me this way, wanna feel that fucking piercing back in my throat from the other direction.â
âJesus Christ, y/n,â he was genuinely a little shocked at your words, slowly learning that your freak side might match his.Â
You expected to feel his cock slam into you once his hands came to spread your ass apart, but instead the mattress dipped and he was licking another fat stripe from your clit all the way up past your second hole, running this back a few times until you were moaning into the pillow and thighs were tensed up from the attention he was giving you.
âSorry babe, just needed another taste,â he pushed the head of his dick into you, and moved the first few inches agonizingly slow into your soaked hole.Â
âEddie please, need it, need you,â he loved that his sheets were balled up in your fists, using the tension of the material to bounce yourself back onto him. You only manage to slide back down about three quarters before heâs tightly gripping your hip and pulling out half way again.Â
âTsk tsk tsk, you need to learn to be patient, pretty girl,â heâd thrust it an inch of so, and then slowly pull back, making you whine and start to feel tears bubble up in the corners of your eyes.Â
âWant it so bad,â your cheek laid flat against his pillow, and you could catch a glimpse of him behind you out of the corner of your eye if you craned your neck a bit. You sounded so desperate, but you knew he liked it, liked hearing how badly you craved him.Â
He starts moving in and out of you, firm grip on your ass never wavering. Restrained grunts left his mouth as he fucked into you, causing your eyes to practically roll into the back of your head. He leans down to place a soft kiss on your shoulder blade, despite how viciously he's pounding into you. His head cranes down to your shoulder, his hand coming up to brush your hair out of your face.Â
As his long fingers move your hair away from your eyes, you push your head back into his hand, not wanting to lose contact. He tentatively runs his hands up into your hair, taking a soft grip on your roots.
âIs this what you want?â he whispers, âyou like it rough?â
âYes,â you manage to squeak out, âfuck, pull my hair, spank me, do whatever the fuck you want to me, please.â
His vision practically goes black with this new unrestricted passion, allowing himself to thrust into you as hard and as deep as his hips would propel him, twisting your hair in his grip and pulling you up from your laid position, quickly letting your hands jump to his headboard to support you as your head was pulled back.Â
You tried to bounce back onto his cock, wanting to feel him as deeply and wholly as your bodies would allow, but you could hardly keep up with the pace he had set.Â
Your ass bouncing against him and the occasional glance he caught at your fucked out expression spurred him on to fuck you even harder. He had your hair pulled back so tight that your back was pressing flush up with his chest every so often, and he took the opportunity to snake an arm around you and hold your chest up flat, his other hand moving down to rub frantic circles on your clit.
âYouâre gonna make me come like this,â you manage to croak out, voice hoarse from the harsh bend in your neck.Â
âNuh uhh, no,â his voice was gruff and commanding, right into your ear and sent a shiver down your spine.Â
He pulled out of you fully, and had you flipped around flat on your back again before you could even open your mouth to complain.Â
âNeed to see that pretty face when you come on my cock,â he lines himself up with you again, pushing into you and making a mental note of how the bulge of his cock looked pressing up from the inner part of your lower stomach.Â
And of course, your face screwed up in pleasure, puffy lips and sweaty brow, slack jawed and panting his name would be something Eddie wouldnât be able to forget even if he tried.
His thumb found its way to your clit to pick up where he had last left you, steadily building to an earth shattering orgasm. Talking you through it, knowing you were close by the vice grip your walls had on his dick, in between grunts he spilled out some âgood girlââs and âright fuckin there, thatâs it.âÂ
When he felt your thighs tense up, and the muscles in your neck strain against the soft skin heâd previously had his lips all over, he knew you were nearing the finish line.Â
âSo fucking perfect, feel so good wrapped around me,â he managed to sweet talk you without altering the pace of his hips, âThatâs it, come on my cock, give it to me.â
With that, your body canât help but throw itself over the edge of pleasure. A deep grunt rattles in your chest, and you lose all sensation other than the wild pulsing in between your legs. You canât be bothered to worry about what your face looks like, or if your thighs are squeezing him too hard, you only feel the riptide of an orgasm shattering through you.Â
The animalistic noise that Eddie grunts out, his wild gaze locked on your face only makes your body shake with pleasure even harder. He had that instinct that most men lacked, to keep the exact pace and motion when your orgasm hit rather than speed up or slow down, it was a gift, a talent.Â
Of course he wasnât going to change a thing about what he was doing, look at you. You were so fucking perfect, shaking and coming all over him, those sweet noises and the beautiful squelching between your thighs. Heâd rather die than change a single thing about this moment.Â
He stilled only when you paused to catch your breath, and within seconds was flipped over by the power of your thighs onto his back.
Unexpectedly, you began to ride him, trying to match the pace he had earlier set. The aftershocks of your orgasm still washed through you, but you seized the moment to get him right where you wanted him. This angle was different, deeper and more connected. You roll your hips and bring your hands up to his hair, foreheads pressing together once again.Â
âYouâre making me feel so fucking good,â you manage to breathe out into his lips, he quickly comes to the realization of whatâs happened and shifts the angle of his hips to hit you even deeper.Â
âIâd give you everything, if youâd let me,â he doesnât let a single thought pass in his mind before the words slip out, âalways.â
Your lips capture his in a kiss that has far more emotion behind it than two friends play-dating and fucking for fun. His hands come up to grasp your cheeks, your hips continue to roll down into his with purpose.Â
âIâm- Where-â his words are hardly intelligible in between breathless kisses, but you know what he means.Â
âInside, please, need all of you inside me,â you try to keep your voice steady so he hears you loud and clear, wanting to give him the exact attention he had paid to you, âPlease Eddie, come inside me.â
His hands travel down and guide your hips to fuck down onto him one, two, three times before heâs groaning in your ear and letting out the prettiest and most vulnerable sounds youâve ever heard form him.Â
The swell of his cock inside you makes you drape your head into his neck, focusing on riding out his orgasm and making sure he was twitching in the aftershocks of his orgasm before you let up.Â
When you felt his grip on your hips tighten, signaling that heâd had too much, you sink all the way down one final time and let your body lay limp on his, pulsing cock still filling you up.Â
His chest rose and fell harshly with his recovering breaths. You could feel his heartbeat pulsing up through the spot on his neck where your ear laid on his sweaty skin.
Silently awaiting the inevitable tap on the shoulder, the slow pull out and post-sex cleanup process, you try to savor every passing moment. But it doesnât come. Eddie wraps his arms around your midsection and holds your limp body close to his, letting his cock start to soften inside you.Â
You nearly fall asleep like that, all wrapped up in him, until you recognize that you should pee and clean up to avoid a UTI. You slip off of him, and hear a disappointed groan from him. He makes cute grabby hands at you as you cross the room, making you roll your eyes, but something deep inside you flip flops with how sweet heâs being, so caring, so unlike the picture of himself that he had painted for you.Â
You give him a wet hand towel to clean up the remnants of your activities, and slip back into bed with him per his insistence. You doze off for a while, until the rising sun peeking through his blinds catches your eye, striking you with the sudden decision to stay and face the music or leave and let it settle.Â
Youâd already regretted it, but werenât ready to have the âhey, so I know we had fake boyfriend-girlfriend sex, but I actually really like you so what should we do about that?â conversion with him, so instead you take the cowardly path and tiptoe out of his room in the early morning hours, leaving behind your underwear on his nightside table with a scribbled note saying to call you. Hopefully that was enough of a signal.Â
Apparently not,
Days pass, and no call.Â
It was all starting to get to your head. While you had gone through the stages of being nervous that you had done something wrong, that he was avoiding you to spare you the rejection, thinking he regretted what had happened and didnât want to face you, who was so obviously into him it was painful, youâd just now turned a new leaf. Fuck that. If he was too much of a coward to call you, you'd hope he'd at least give you the decency as a friend to tell you the truth, you deserved to be angry, and you deserved a response.Â
After stewing in your feelings for longer than felt healthy, you just get in your car and start driving to his trailer. If this all blew up in your face at least you wouldnât have to keep biting your nails and waiting for the phone to ring.Â
Three deep breaths, and a quick moment to gather your thoughts, and suddenly your body acted on instinct, putting the car in park and walking up to pound three concise knocks on his trailer door.Â
âJust a second,â he hollered from inside, giving you a few seconds to be stricken with regret for showing up unannounced without a plan on what exactly to say.Â
âWhat do you- oh, y/n,â he was in a pair of plaid pajama pants that hung low on his hips, shirtless and hair still damp from a recent shower, âuh, hey?â
âOh, hey,â your tone was laced with annoyance, âI left something here last week and Iâm here to get it back. If you donât mind.â
âWhat- oh,â heâs a second too slow to realize you mean the underwear you had purposefully left behind with that note. The note telling him to call you. Which he never did.Â
You were left standing on his porch steps, arms crossed and shooting daggers out of your eyes while he stood there in the doorway, an apparent guilty expression plastered on his face while he rocked back on his heels to buy some time to figure out what to say.Â
âYou donât have to invite me inside, if you can just grab them and give them to me, and Iâll be out of your hair,â you say flatly, recognizing if he does as asked then this might be the last time you speak to Eddie Munson.Â
âNo, no, uh, you should come in,â he steps aside to let you in, âwe probably shouldnât have this conversation on my front steps.â
Avoiding eye contact, feeling an overwhelming mix of anger, confusion, and betrayal, you step inside and donât make any effort to move into the space. You just stand by the door and give him an expectant look. Either he could go get the underwear, or he could grow a pair and say something to you.Â
âI, uh-â he looked so defeated you started to feel bad for using such a pointed tone, but then you remembered the days and days that passed without hearing from him, âIâm sorry, that I, yâknowâŠâ
âYeah, well I donât really care if youâre not looking for any post sex recap conversations, because youâre obviously pretty sure of yourself in that department,â the words flew out before your mind could even conjure them up, âbut you fucking promised me that you wouldnât do this, so can I please just have my underwear back and I wonât bother you again.â
He runs a hand through his hair letting out a deep exhale and searching the ceiling for words, âI know, I-â
You cut him off, your thoughts were ripping through you now and you were going to say your piece whether he asked for it or not, âYou said you wouldnât pull this shit with me, but I guess our friendship isnât substantial enough for you to see me any differently than you do every other girl you throw away after youâve gotten what you want. You clearly donât want any more advice and you clearly donât want to be my friend, so please, just give me my shit so I can go.â
âThatâs the fucking thing y/n, of course I donât want to be your friend,â his gaze still fixed on the ceiling.
At this point you were seconds away from just storming out, letting him keep your underwear as some twisted little trophy for breaking your heart.Â
âYeah, crystal clear Eddie.â
âBeing your friend is already hard enough, and I knew this shit was a bad idea, the whole trial-girlfriend thing. But how the fuck was I supposed to say no to that? The girl of my dreams offers to do all this no-strings-attached romantic shit, Iâd be the dumbest man alive to turn that down.â
You just give him a blank stare, your scalding anger twisting into a more confused frenzy of bees swarming in the pit of your stomach. Eyebrows pinched together, you just stare at him until he finally makes eye contact with you.Â
âAnd yeah,â he goes on, letting all his words out like a big exhale in the same cadence that you had just hurled all your angry words at his, but his tone was filled with guilt as opposed to rage, âmaybe we let it go a little too far, but I would never say no to you, I couldnât. Iâm sorry I didnât know what the fuck to say to you after, but thatâs exactly the reason Iâm not good enough for you. The more we kept that fake dating shit up the worse it was gonna get, so Iâm sorry, but I canât keep spending time with you like that, because itâs starting to fucking hurt.â
âHurt,â you say with a dry laugh, which almost scares him, âYOUâRE hurt? Give me a fucking break Eddie. I know you donât see me that way. So what, youâre too scared to hurt my feelings? Youâre doing a wonderful job, keep it up.â
âWhat the fuck do you mean, not see you like what?â
âDonât pretend to be dumb Eddie. When we first met I tried so hard to get your attention, asking you to hang out, and you always blew me off. Itâs fine that you donât want to date me or whatever, but at least just tell me that, donât fuck me like Iâm special or something and then toss me aside. I deserve better than that.â
âYeah, y/n, you do,â his voice was no longer guilt stricken, and was on the same straightforward plane as your last responses, âyou deserve so much fucking better than me, thatâs why I could never let anything between us happen. I donât call girls back. Iâm rude. I donât take care of myself, let alone others. I like to smoke, and drink, and get head from girls in bar bathrooms and never learn their names, and thatâs not the kind of person that a girl like you dates. Iâm a fun quick fuck. Youâre the kind of girl that after three dates heâll already have a ring picked out. Youâre everything, and Iâm nothing, so forgive me for sparing you of that.â
Your bones are frozen and the beat of silence gives him the opportunity to spin on his heel and start down the hallway, presumably to get your panties.Â
Snapping back into it, you let out a louder than expected, âHey,â and you start following him, not taking long to catch up to him in his bedroom.Â
âYou,â you point a finger at him, and start to feel the rage bubble up again, âdonât get to decide that youâre unloveable. And you donât get to tell me what kind of girl I am. Have you ever considered that maybe the reason youâre so lonely and miserable is because you choose to be? You donât get to decide what I deserve, I do. And I really fucking like you Eddie, so forgive me for acting like it.âÂ
You snatch your underwear off his bedside table, and give him a look, not fueled by anger or resentment, but empathy.Â
âIâm going to leave. And if you donât want to see me again, thatâs fine, but if you do, you can call me. Goodbye Eddie.â
You feel out of your own body, floating above it all and rewinding the conversation over and over, body on autopilot taking you home while your soul stayed behind and relived his words over and over, unsure if you feel better or worse than when you showed up.Â
Days pass by again, and you take his silence as more of a response than anything he had said to you during that conversation. You try not to wallow, but you feel scattered and distraught, at both the prospect of losing Eddie and having to deal with your shared friends, would they allow you to dance around each other, or would they flat out choose him and shut you out? Would group nights out bowling suddenly just turn into the occasional one-on-one coffee with Robin?Â
Until suddenly, on a random Tuesday afternoon when you've gotten home from work and are relaxing on the couch in your pajamas, three knocks are at your door.
At this point you figured it was over. He hadn't called and he'd made no effort to continue the dialogue. So a thought of Eddie doesn't even cross your mind in between the couch and opening the door.
And there he is.
In a suit, slightly descheveld in Eddie fashion, and holding a slightly wilting bouquet of flowers. Posture straight and brave face, but expecting your brutal edge upon answering the door nonetheless.
"Hey?" you're somewhat at a loss for words answering.
"Hi," he seems like he's running lines of a play in his mind, "I was hoping we could talk."
You reluctantly let him in, and he hands the flowers to you, as if it was a normal occurrence for him to bring you such a gift.
"First off," he starts, hardly breaching your living room entrance before starting his apology, "I regret the way we last left things, and I'm sorry for leaving you waiting for a response."
He flicks those big brown eyes at you and you can't help but give him the benefit of the doubt, he always was so sincere with his words.
"You're amazing. And although I'll remain adamant that I don't deserve someone like you in my life, I've been thinking a lot about what you said, and I'm sorry that tried to tell you how to feel."
You remain stoic at your seat on the couch, watching him shift his weight and bare his soul to you.
"You're perfect. Nice, funny, sexy, brave, all of it. And if you're willing to give me a chance, I don't know why the fuck you would, but if you are, I want to put aside all my bullshit and try this out, if you'll have me."
He stood there for a moment, letting you take in his request, bouquet in hand and suit adorned.
"And I owe you a few dates, for real."
As hard as you want your exterior to be, a smile cracks through.
"Okay, but know I don't fuck until the third date, at best," you jab, breaking his nervous exterior and visibly relieving the tension from his shoulders.
"I'm somewhat of a refined gentleman myself, so that won't be an issue," he bows and extends a hand to you.
You pull him down by the hand onto the couch with you, wrapping him up in a deep kiss. He was worth it, and you both knew it was worth the shot to try.
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Dr E. Munson, D.D.S
Description: praise from your dentist is the last thing you thought would stoke your passions. During another meeting, intoxicated after surgery, you accidently tell him how he makes you feel.Â
Warnings: Fluff, angst and smut, my favourite trio. NSFW Minors DNI, reader mid 20s and Eddie mid to late 30s but not explicitly stated, no real time given implied 90s but written as open, reader is AFAB, no use of Y/N, tooth extraction (donât worry it's not gory), little to no knowledge of the dental industry (please don't come for me I tried my best), fem oral receiving, overstimulation, massive praise kink, p in v protected sex.
A/N: Well, the tale of my praise kink being activated at the dentist appears to have struck a chord with you all, so as unbelievable as this is, just go with it. Eddie's a dentist. Not just a dentist, but a soft pleasure dom dentist ;) I tried to make it believable!! Also, I can't write short fics anymore. I gotta get elaborate before I get into the good ole porn.Â
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Fidgeting restlessly with your rings, your leg shakes compulsively as you sit in the sterile waiting room. You really wish you didn't have to go through this alone, but your best friend Alex is working and you are far too old to be going to the dentist with your mom.Â
Needs must, though. Yesterday, whilst you were eating one of your nieces candy suckers of all things, you bit down and shattered a wisdom tooth. Just thinking about it you can see Dr Burke's stern face, with his ridiculously bushy eyebrows and wrinkled frown, telling you off for eating too much sugar.Â
When the perky receptionist calls your name and instructs you to go to room 2, you're a wobbling bubble of nerves. Walking over the cheap linoleum on click clack heels, you pause for a moment outside the door in confusion.Â
The little plaque on the wooden door is different. It used to hold old Dr Burke's name on it, but it's changed.Â
Dr E. Munson, D.D.S.
Swinging the door open, you see a much younger man sitting on a swivel stool looking over some notes. His hair is long and wavy, so long he's scraped it into a low ponytail, and there's a sprinkle of stubble over his face. As he looks up, you're met with the deepest, most soulful brown eyes you've ever seen. And is that, an eyebrow piercing? He flashes a grin, one filled with such mischief that for a second you forget why you're here.Â
âWell hello! You must be my next patient. Take a seat right here.âÂ
He pats the treatment chair but you still stand gormlessly by the door.Â
âYou're not Dr Burke.â
Well done idiot, state the obvious.
âSeems your eyesights OK.âÂ
He shoots a wink at you which immediately turns your insides to jello.Â
âDr Burke retired actually. I'm Dr Munson, I just moved to the city. You can call me Eddie.âÂ
He extends a hand out to you. Shuffling forward in your pencil skirt you click your way over to him and take his hand. It's huge, enveloping your own, but he holds your hand with care and shakes it very gently.Â
He lets go to wash his hands and put a pair of latex gloves on.Â
âYou know you don't have to dress up to go to the dentist, but it's appreciated.âÂ
Is he flirting with me?Â
âI-I was at work this morning.âÂ
You perch on the seat and pull your legs up, sliding your handbag to the floor.Â
âSo, what seems to be the problem?âÂ
âI was, wellâŠâÂ
âIt's OK sweetheart, I ain't gonna tell you off.âÂ
Sweetheart? Oh Holy Shit.Â
You found yourself clenching your toes in your heels. This guy is far too hot to be a dentist.
âI was eating a sucker and I, well, I bit down, broke my back right wisdom tooth. It shattered.â
He scoots his stool towards you and instructs you to open your mouth. As he examines you he hums, feeling inside your mouth with a gloved hand.Â
âYup, that's broken up alright. I'm sorry, that must be painful. Don't worry, I'll do my best to help. I'm gonna do an x-ray, that OK?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
Pulling a little plastic T instrument from his desk, he wheels back over.
âNow, this is going to be uncomfortable, and I'm real sorry. Open your mouth and I'll slide it in gently.âÂ
Face flickering a violent shade of red, you nod. Surely he's aware of how this sounds?
âOK, open wide, that's it.âÂ
He puts the little contraption in your mouth.
âOK, now bite down. I know, it's uncomfortable. It'll just take a second. That's it, just breathe for me.âÂ
It's not intolerable but it's not exactly nice. A moment before it would have been too much he takes it out.Â
âThat's it, did so good for me. Well done sweetheart.âÂ
Now, this is not the fucking time to have these sorts of feelings. A heat had started spreading between your legs that you haven't felt for quite some time.Â
âHmm,â Eddie said as he looked at the x-ray, âI definitely need to remove those pieces. I'm a bit concerned about the tooth above it. That's got a cavity, it'll need to be removed, but it'll need surgery I'm sorry to say.âÂ
âSurgery? Oh God.âÂ
âHey, it'll be alright. I'd do it now but it's too risky. Never had to go into surgery before?âÂ
Laughing nervously, you fiddle with your fingers.Â
âI've never had a tooth removed! I'm a tooth removal virgin.âÂ
The words just flew out and there was nothing you could do to pull them back. Eddie leaned in a little, a cheeky glint in his eye.Â
âWell, then I'll be extra gentle.âÂ
A stare that's a fraction too long, and he scoots back over to his desk. Not long after he's got a needle in his hand.
âNow, I'm gonna need to numb the area, and this is going to be painful. But once this is done, that's the worst of it. If you need me to stop at any point, you just raise your hand. That OK?âÂ
âSure, do what you need to.â
âAtta girl, so brave for me. Open your mouth wide.âÂ
My good God this man and his words; you can picture yourself on your knees in front of him as he says the same things.
Atta girl, take it a little deeper, that's it, so good for meâŠÂ
Squirming hotly in your seat, you do as instructed and his gloved fingers invade your mouth once more.Â
âOK, you're gonna feel a sharp scratch, it'll go on for a few seconds, doing it now⊠good girl.âÂ
As he says âgood girlâ two things happen. He injects your gum, and you flood your panties. The pain is inconsequential at this point, you just want him to keep talking to you like that.
âOK, one more sweetheart⊠that's it, so brave, look at you, taking it so well.âÂ
He stares at you with those soft brown eyes and once again you forget entirely why you're here.Â
âNow, you should start to feel your lips tingle, it'll mean it's working.âÂ
Your dirty mind can't help but think; which lips?Â
As a numbness invades your mouth, you let him know.Â
âYeah, it's definitely working.â
âGood stuff. Now, I'm gonna feel in your mouth again, OK?â
You nod, beyond words, and he puts his fingers in your mouth.Â
âNow, if you need me to stop, what do you do?âÂ
Sheepishly you hold your hand up.
âThat's it, atta girl. Such a good listener.âÂ
Nothing you can do but beam inwardly at the praise.
âNow, you can feel me right here, but there should be no pain, yeah?âÂ
Resisting the urge to moan around his fingers, you make a sound akin to a muffled âuhuhâ.
âAwesome, now just hold still, you'll hear some crunching and feel pressure, and then it'll be done.âÂ
As he pulls a shiny implement from a tray and starts working the tooth shards from your mouth, you focus on his forehead, at the look of total concentration. How the lines on his forehead furrow. How his beautiful eyes harden slightly. How his perfect pink tongue dips outâŠÂ
âAll done.âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
He laughs, a rich, bubbling thing, and nods.
âYup. You're good. Need to make an appointment at the desk for the other tooth though.â
âWill you be doing that?âÂ
It rushes out in a blather which you can't control.Â
âSure thing sweetheart. Just ask at the desk for me.âÂ
âOK. Thanks.âÂ
âNot a problem. Got to be there for my favourite patient.âÂ
He flashes another wink at you which seems to rush straight to your knees as you get up and leave on newborn foal legs. Reaching the door, you hear his voice ring out behind you.Â
âAnd what should we do with suckers next time?âÂ
Turning to face him, he raises an eyebrow, awaiting your response with the most serious expression he's given you so far.Â
âI should⊠suck?âÂ
âYeah you should.âÂ
A mind altering grin later and he's turning back to his desk.Â
I should suck? What the hell is wrong with you! You need to get laid like, yesterday.
********************
It's a couple of weeks later and you're laying in the most unflattering hospital gown known to man with your best friend Alex who is trying to distract you.Â
âHoney, you'll be fine, they're putting you under! It's like, free drugs!âÂ
You laugh at his antics, smiling with nerves.Â
âIt's not the surgery, its-âÂ
You hear mumbling in the doorway, two nurses gossiping in what they must think is out of earshot.Â
âDid you hear? Dr Munsons performing the surgery?âÂ
âYeah, he's not even supposed to be here. I hear Dr Stevens is pissed.âÂ
As they walk away, continuing their whispering, you look over to Alex who is smirking at you.Â
âOh, so he's not even supposed to be here? Ooh he likes you!âÂ
You blush, thinking about the other day.Â
âNo! I⊠I asked for him, that's all. You know I don't like this sort of shit.â
âAh, so you thought Dr Dreamy would make it bearable huh?âÂ
âShut up!âÂ
Dr Munson walks in then, smiling that smile that held a firm grip on your panties. Alex's eyes widen as he mouths the word âhotâ to you. You subtly nod your agreement and then smile at Eddie.
âWell, fancy seeing you here.âÂ
âCouldn't stay away,â you respond, rolling your eyes. He chuckles back and looks you up and down.Â
âI told you sweetheart, no need to get dressed up for me.âÂ
âWhat, this old thing?â
You share a laugh whilst Alex's eyebrows raise practically through the roof. This is clearly crossing some line, this banter between you, but he's the doctor and he started it.Â
Soon, the procedure has been explained and they're wheeling you out of there and putting you under anaesthesia.Â
âOK, good job, such a brave girl. Now, countdown from ten for me.â
âTen, nine, eightâŠâÂ
********************
Blinking bleary-eyed, you look around and catch the eye of your friend.Â
âShe's awake! You OK?âÂ
You are OK. In fact, you're fantastic.Â
âI'm great! M'I goinâ in surgery now?âÂ
âYou've been, it's done! It's all fine.â
âHuh?âÂ
A fantastically handsome man walks in, entirely distracting you. Long hair, sparkling eyes, a gorgeous smile, and a slender tall frame. He's so hot. Wait, you can just say he's hot, right?Â
âWow, wh'ryou? You're suuuper hot.âÂ
He laughs, looking a little embarrassed.Â
âI'm Dr Munson, remember? Eddie. The er, drugs will wear off soon.âÂ
âEddie!âÂ
You sit up immediately, despite the hands that shoot out to keep you still.Â
âNow, take it easy, the ketamine makes people act a little funny. How are you feeling?â
âMâgreat! All⊠floaty like. Sâgood shit.âÂ
Eddie laughs as Alex holds his head in his hands.Â
âGood to hear. It'll wear off soon, I'm sure your boyfriend will take good care of you.âÂ
âNooo he's nâmyâboyfrienâ. He's suuuper gay. Yaâsingle? I noâhad- not had any for nine months!âÂ
Alex pipes up.Â
âHoney, you know I love you, so much, but you need to shut your mouth.âÂ
Eddie laughs, flashing his perfect teeth.Â
âHe's got a point. Glad you're doing good, the surgery went smoothly, so you'll be good to go in a few minutes.â
âThank's'much Eddie. God, you're sâgorgeous. Did I do good?âÂ
Eddie looks like he wants to be anywhere but here.Â
âCourse you did. The best. That's why you're my favourite patient.â
Holding your hand up to your mouth and doing the worst stage whisper known to man, you look at Alex.Â
âSee? Tolâ ya, his worsâ make me wet.âÂ
â...aaaand that's the line. Thanks for taking care of her Dr Munson, I'll get her home safe.âÂ
With protests from you, Eddie shuffles awkwardly out of the room. After a little while you're discharged, with Alex promising to look after you until you're back to normal.
********************
The strong coffee aroma assaults your nostrils; you take a massive inhale of your cup as if the caffeine could be absorbed by smell alone. The coffee shop was busy this Saturday morning but you'd managed to carve out your little comfy seat and tiny table so you can work on your writing. It was a relief after the busy week you've had to actually focus on something you love.Â
The noises and chatter of the place wash over you as you zone out, thinking of how to handle the plot twist coming up. It needed to be thoughtful, but unforced, as if the charactersâŠÂ
âWell, if it isn't my favourite patient.âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
You look up and see a very familiar pair of eyes. Eddie. The rest of him however, looks very different.Â
Eddie's in an old Iron Maiden t-shirt, worn with age, and tight black jeans. A chain hangs low at his hip, and his large hands are adorned with silver rings. His hair is loose and unkept around his shoulders, but his signature smile still beams at you. His forearms are on display, covered in tattoos. It's certainly not what you were expecting. How did he just get even hotter?Â
Remembering what Alex told you about how you made an utter fool of yourself brings you out of your revelry. The stuff you said to him after surgery makes you visibly cringe. You were torn between wanting to ask him out and wanting the ground to swallow you whole.Â
Cheeks blazing with heat, you find your voice.
âEddie! Er, hi.âÂ
âYou mind if I sit here? It's pretty packed.â
Gesturing at him to make himself comfortable, he swings his leg over the stool opposite and sits down, mug of steaming coffee in his hands.Â
âWhat brings you here?âÂ
âWell, I write. As a hobby, you know? Needed to get out of the house and get some done. And you?âÂ
He points a thick finger across the street and you gulp in your throat, remembering the feel of those fingers in your mouth.Â
âThere's a record store across the way, I was scouting for anything I've missed. Unlucky today it seems.âÂ
It was weird seeing him here. Like when you see a teacher in the wild. Except you're not a kid, and the teacher is fucking fine.Â
You nod and share a very uncomfortable silence.Â
âListen, I'm sorry for anything I said-âÂ
âHey, don't worry about it sweetheart, it was the drugs. Trust me I've heard some weird shit!â
He seems to shrug it off and you breathe a sigh of relief. The last few weeks all you've managed to think about is how much of a fool you've made of yourself. Hopefully he's chalked it all up to the drugs. No need for him to know you were speaking the truth.
âI gotta say, you don't look like a dentist.âÂ
Eddie laughs, a perfect deep laugh that has you squirming in your seat.Â
âYeah, I get that alot. I er, used to get beat up when I was a kid. I got punched real hard once, broke my jaw. It was wired shut for like six weeks. After that, well, you find some respect for dentistry. Thought I'd give it a shot, went to school. Seems I have a knack for it. I have an impeccable bedside manner, apparently. Or so I'm told.âÂ
I'll say.Â
âI can- I can see that.âÂ
He blazes a grin at you that damn near combusts your insides. And that's what you blame for the thing that's about to fall out of your big mouth.
âListen, I know this is crazy but can I have your number?âÂ
What the fuck are you doing?? Hitting on your dentist?
It seems your word vomit was indeed something that happened in real life and not just in your head. Eddie looks pained as he warms his hands on his coffee mug.Â
âListen, sweetheart, you're a very pretty girl but⊠I can't. It'd be wrong of me, you're my patient and-âÂ
âNo, I get it, it was dumb, ignore me.âÂ
You grab your belongings at the speed of lightning and stuff everything into your bag.Â
âHey, sweetheart, wait, I literally ca-âÂ
Hell no.Â
You've made more of an idiot of yourself than you're prepared to be comfortable with. Now, cheeks burning hotly you shoulder your heavy bag and bustle out of the store, leaving an open mouthed Eddie sitting there with his arm outstretched.
********************
Today was the cherry on top of the icing on top of the cake of embarrassment. You've never asked a guy for his number before and the first time you do you're shot down? Confidence well and truly knocked, you called around and found a new dentist, and then called your old dentist's office to let them know. There was no way you could face Eddie again after you'd made a fool of yourself three times.Â
In an effort to cheer yourself up after that disastrous rendezvous, you'd dressed up, put on your highest heels paired with your shortest skirt and a red silk blouse, and went out for a night on the town.Â
Now, you don't make a habit of sitting at the bar on your own. You've dealt with enough creeps in your time to know that it was a bad idea. However, when it comes to your friends, you can give a little leeway.Â
Hence why you sat in your very short black skirt, heels tapping on the little rail on the bottom of the bar as you sip your Manhattan, watching your friend Alex out the corner of your eye have a make-out session with his new boyfriend. They were sitting at a table just to the right; you were on a barstool giving them a couple feet of privacy.Â
It was getting a little old though. In the past half an hour three men had approached you. You can't lie to yourself, it was the reason you'd agreed to be a third wheel in the first place. Trying to manifest the right kind of man clearly wasn't working however.Â
The first guy looked around twelve, with the wispiest facial hair you've ever seen. As he'd nervously bumbled a line at you, you told him you've never seen a theoretical moustache before. That saw the back of him. Contestant number two was the sleaziest douchebag in the whole bar, perhaps the entire city. He was the hardest to deal with; you'd ended up just turning away and ignoring him until he'd left. Number three was some balding, middle aged man with a pot belly and a stained tie. Exhausted by the previous two, you interrupted his practised line with one clear and concise âNoâ.
Almost certain that your date tonight would involve you with your vibrator, you order another cocktail. On your left directly next to you a guy starts leaning on the bar and calls to the bartender.Â
âHey Jack, can I get a beer please, and whatever this lovely girl is drinking.âÂ
Rolling your eyes and turning to look at contestant number four, ready to tell them to fuck right off, you realise its Eddie. Of course it fucking is. The universe seems to have a horrible sense of humour today. He's still in his jeans and boots, but now sporting a burgundy shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Stupid dentist and his stupid hot tattooed forearms.Â
âAre you following me? I don't need a pity drink thanks, I'm good.âÂ
You reach into your purse to pay for the drink you ordered but Eddie already has cash in his hand. He pays for it anyway and leans on the bar facing you.Â
âIt's not pity, it's an apology for earlier. And I think you're the one following me, I live two floors up.âÂ
Lips pressed into a firm line, you stir your drink with its cocktail stick and pretend that dentists don't exist.
âYou can't just ignore me, you know.âÂ
Taking a sip of your drink you continue to stare resolutely forward.Â
âOK, you can just ignore me, but I'd like it if you didn't.âÂ
Another sip, and you pull the little cherry off its stick and chew it.Â
âSo, you got a thing for dentists or is it just me, sweetheart?âÂ
That's it, you turn angrily to face him and scowl.Â
âThat's totally unfair you can't just-â
âHa, got ya talking.âÂ
He's grinning at his little victory, laughter lines creasing near his eyes. If your eyes could shoot daggers you're sure he would have died from blood loss at this point.Â
âListen, I'm sorry, OK? I would have said yes in a fucking heartbeat, but I could lose my license.âÂ
Your eyes soften; he's clearly telling the truth and it does make sense. His licence hadn't even entered your mind.Â
âI understand. Sorry for being rough on you.âÂ
âDon't worry about it. I just thought I better clear the air if I'm gonna be your dentist.âÂ
âOh, don't worry about it. You're not.âÂ
âHuh?â
Looking down at the bar and drawing circles in the condensation from your drink with a finger, you explain.Â
âI couldn't face seeing you again, so I, ha, ran off to a different dentist. It's a half hour out of my way, but never mind.âÂ
Eddie's posture changes immediately, standing fully to attention.Â
âYou're not my patient anymore?âÂ
âNope,â you reply, and knock back the last of your drink, âI'm not.âÂ
âYou're not my patient anymore.âÂ
You risk looking back at him; he's wide eyed, nodding in your direction, as if he's just told a joke that you didn't get. Face scrunched with confusion, you blink it away as a light bulb pings on inside your head.Â
âOh. I'm not your patient anymore.âÂ
The grin that slowly unfolds across Eddie's face is damn right sinful.Â
âYou wanna come upstairs?âÂ
âHell yes.âÂ
Leaping lightly off of the bar stool, you turn to dislodge your coat from the back of Alex's chair and wave at him frantically to tell him you're leaving. He turns to you, then Eddie, then back to you with what can only be described as A Look. If you weren't so excited you would have admonished him, but who the fuck cares.Â
Eddie grabs your hand firmly and pushes through the thronging crowd with you in tow. The cold night air hits you like a blow to the chest when you escape, as does your rash decision.Â
Eddie seems to sense your hesitation. Pulling you into a doorway he grabs your other hand and looks at you.Â
âSweetheart, you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to. We can just go upstairs, have a drink, or not, and chat. Really.âÂ
âReally?â You cock your head with the question as he licks his bottom lip with a pink tongue, dragging it to his perfect teeth to bite. He looks nervous, and for some reason, that is doing it for you right now.Â
âReally. I'm just saying we don't have to rush-âÂ
The rest of his sentence is swallowed whole by your kiss as you tip your head up and push your lips against his firmly. Eddie grabs your waist with one hand, the other snaking into your hair to cradle your head.Â
For a moment you forget about the cold, about the fact that anyone can see you like this right now. All that matters is the pounding heat of his body smashing against yours and the passion pouring from his tongue as it swipes and rolls and fills your mouth with unexpected moans.
Nails digging into his back, as if attempting to claw under his clothes, you force his body against the wall in the wanton desire to be closer. His hand massages the silk of your blouse at your waist, warmth spreading from his palm into your very flesh and seeping down between your legs.Â
You'd have him, right here, against this wall, right now, if he hadn't pulled your head back softly to break the kiss. The tips of your noses rub together as you both gasp for the same air. He's smiling and biting his lip again, but this time it looks like a distraction to stop himself from devouring you. Eddie breaks the feral spell first.
âSo, just a chat, yeah?âÂ
You both laugh, a giddy silly thing reserved for the two of you.Â
âYeah, you're probably right. Don't want to rush these things.âÂ
Nodding sagely, you take his proffered hand and let him lead you inside and up the stairs.Â
You're not sure what you expect his place to look like, but you're pleasantly surprised at how open and spacious it is. Hardwood floors, big windows, a big black sofa, and an open kitchen area with a little breakfast bar. There's a wall of shelves with what must be hundreds of records, CDs and tapes on it, all neatly organised and displayed, and an expensive looking sound system. Two guitars sit by the couch as if they'd been played recently, along with an amp that seems to be doubling as a side table. There's a small pile of boxes over by one wall that have yet to be unpacked. And that's it.
No wonder it looks so spacious, there's nothing in it.Â
âEddie, it's a great place, but er, where's all your stuff?âÂ
He looks a little sheepish as he flicks a standing lamp on and shuts the curtains.Â
âYeah. Got the basics sorted; kitchen, bedroom, music. Honestly, never lived anywhere this big before, and my last place came furnished.âÂ
He gestures widely at the sofa with a swing of his arm and you perch on it, ankles crossed, fully aware of how short your skirt is.Â
âSo, you wanna drink? Unfortunately I can't make a Manhattan but Iâve got rum, some vodka, sodas, maybe a beer?âÂ
âWhat do you mean you can't make a Manhattan? What sort of establishment is this?âÂ
You huff dramatically, folding your arms.Â
âI'm terribly sorry Maâam, I shall have a word with the management.âÂ
Eddie falls to one knee in a low bow, a mock plea for your forgiveness and the sheer goofiness makes your heart do a little hop inside your chest.Â
âWhat can I possibly do to make it up to you?âÂ
His eyes are open, honest and sincere. But the grin fighting to crawl over his face is naughtiness personified.
âWell I shall have a beer now, and maybe you can make it up to me later?âÂ
Smirking, he presses a soft kiss to your knee, then another, to the side of it. Letting his teeth drag further he playfully nips at the outside of your thigh and smooths the area with a lick.Â
Breathe. Remember, you need oxygen to live.Â
You take a harsh, ragged breath in as if inhaling for the first time and try to concentrate on slowing your heart rate. This is madness, you feel wrecked from a sprinkling of kisses.Â
Feeling Eddie's soft chuckle as the air from it dances on your thigh, he gets back up looking far too pleased with himself.Â
âYou know, you shouldn't be that forward with a lady.âÂ
Throwing his head back and laughing loudly he walks around the back of the couch. Directly behind you, he begins talking again.Â
âI don't see a lady here.âÂ
Whipping your head around to reprimand him, he bends to your level and whispers in your exposed ear.Â
âI see a very good girl.âÂ
Words die in your throat having never reached your tongue. There's no witty repartee, just an odd noise that blurts out of you, halfway between a whimper and a squeak.Â
Eddie walks away towards the fridge to grab your drink, no doubt with a very smug look on his face. In his absence you fan yourself to try to quench some of the raging heat within, but at this point it's like throwing a water bomb at a house fire. Undoing one button on your blouse, you let the girls have a little air at least.Â
He returns, drinks in hand, and offers one to you with a bow of his head.Â
âMilady.âÂ
You take it and sip as Eddie sits next to you.Â
âI thought I wasn't a lady?â
âYou are right, absolutely right,â he responds, shuffling closer to put an arm around you, and nuzzles your neck teasingly, âand I am not a gentleman.âÂ
You reach out to the side, and realise there's nowhere to put your beer.Â
âEddie, you need a coffee table or something.âÂ
âJust, put it on the floor.âÂ
Placing it gently on the floor, wincing as you do so, you mumble half to yourself, âif my mother could see me nowâŠâÂ
âI'm sure she'd have more important things to say than about the lack of coasters, sweetheart.âÂ
âYou have a very good point.âÂ
Eddie holds your jaw, softly turning your face to his own, and presses a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, and finally to your lips. It's more gentle than the searing heat of the last one; a languid spell of tongues finding their way against each other.Â
As you both break away, Eddie strokes your bare thigh, whispering in your ear as he does so.Â
âGod, when you walked in my office, I thought I might have to switch professions. I just wanted to hike that tight skirt up and bury my face right here.âÂ
His hand moves up your leg, a finger ghosting over the top of your panties that makes a shiver work all its way to the tips of your toes. It's a bold move, and one you wouldn't stand for usually, but this is Eddie. You've been fantasising about this for the last two months. Hell, this scene has played in your brain so long it was almost like it didn't feel like the first time.
So, if he's going to be that bold, then bold it is.
âWell, I gotta confess, it took a lot for me to not moan around your fingers in my mouth.âÂ
Eddie groans loud, throwing his head against the back of the couch.Â
âFuck that's so hot. C'mere.âÂ
He's coaxing you into his lap and you follow his lead, swinging your leg across him and most likely giving him a choice view of your lacy underwear. His large hands wander over your frame, mapping out your curves with his eyes as well as his fingers.Â
âEddie.âÂ
You breathe it out, your hands resting on his shoulders. He's getting hard beneath you, you can feel it as your hips start to move back and forth of their own accord.Â
âHmm?âÂ
He doesn't look up, busy stroking your sides, thumb brushing your breasts with each pass. Every nerve feels like a live wire, feeling more needy than you think you've ever been.Â
âEddie, please, just kiss me.âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âNo?â
He does look at you then, giving you a cheeky smile.
âI think I've got the hottest girl in the city on my lap right now, let me savour it a little.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you reach to the front of your blouse and start unbuttoning it slowly, letting the silky fabric fall off your shoulders and away. The fates seem to be in your favour for once; this is your best bra, adorned in satin and black lace.
âWell, someone's eager. Were you looking to get lucky tonight?âÂ
Eddie says as he smirks at you, a hand stroking up, over your laced covered chest, coming to rest on the side of your throat.Â
âIt's been a while Eddie, forgive me for being keen.âÂ
âOh yeah, what was it? Nine months, right?âÂ
Cringing at his words whilst he chuckles, you rest your forehead on his shoulder to hide your face.Â
âTechnically no.â It's muffled into the fabric of his shirt.
âNo?â
Still unwilling to look at him, you reply, âthat was a few weeks ago. It's ten now.âÂ
Pulling you upright again, he playfully pouts, a little mocking face that's making your insides pulse.Â
âAw, poor, poor baby. Guess I shouldn't tease so much. Why don't you take this ridiculous skirt off and sit for me sweetheart.âÂ
It's comical how quickly you follow his directions, shuffling your skirt off and laying back on the sofa, ass near the edge, as he drops to his knees on the floor in front of you.Â
âThat's it, right there. Such a good listener.â
As he runs his hands up the inside of your thighs, you spread your legs to make room for him, breath quickening in anticipation.Â
âI suppose I better check,â he says as he looks up at you with a serious expression, pierced eyebrow arching.Â
âCheck what?âÂ
âHow wet my words made you.âÂ
âOh God!â you squeak, hiding in your hands, âI can't believe you remembered that!âÂ
âRemembered it? I can't think of anything else.âÂ
His thick rough fingertips reach higher and higher; he slips two under your panties, hooking them to one side as his digits glide through your wetness.Â
âOh sweetheart, you're soaked. That must be uncomfortable. Don't worry I'm gonna do something about that.âÂ
You're thinking of something clever to say back but your mind empties entirely as his touch moves to your clit and rubs slow, deliberate circles.Â
The relief of him finally stroking just where you need it has you near tears, breathy gasps pulling from your chest and rushing out your mouth.Â
His fingers leave you suddenly and you resist the urge to stamp your foot like an impatient toddler, fists tight at your sides. Eddie raises up on his knees, leaning toward your chest.Â
âI'm gonna take this off first, that OK sweetheart?âÂ
He runs a finger between the valley of your breasts as he speaks, making your back arch into the hint of a touch.Â
âY-yes.âÂ
âAtta girl.âÂ
He reaches behind you and flicks your bra clasp, opening it with such ease that it makes you question internally how many times he's done that before. Then, he pulls the straps down slowly and with such reverence that you forget your thoughts.Â
âJesus Christ, you are just perfect aren't you.âÂ
Solid knuckles rub gently over a pebbled nipple making you whimper and bite your lip. Leaning in, his mouth is wet and warm, almost leisurely massaging your nipple, then giving the same amount of care and attention to the other.Â
When his teeth graze you an unfiltered moan shoots out from you, entirely unbidden.Â
âWow, you're really sensitive,â he says when he unlatches his mouth. He pinches one abruptly and you cry out, hand grasping at his bicep in pleasurable shock. Licking his lips, he grins at you.Â
âOh we are gonna have a lot of fun sweetheart.âÂ
Running a finger just under the hem of your panties, he pulls them down as you assist him, lifting your ass to give him room. He shakes his head, biting his lip as he takes all of you in with his eyes now that you're entirely exposed, as if he canât believe his luck.Â
Kissing down your quivering form, he finally slips that overbold tongue of his between your folds, running it back and forth over your sensitive nub. His tongue searches you, taking care to leave no spot untouched. It's deliberate; a slow and intense exploration of your sex, as if mapping out every sweet spot, spurred on by the moans spilling from your lips with ever increasing frequency.Â
Each sound you make is echoed, mirrored by Eddie, as if he was taking as much enjoyment in eating you out as you were in receiving it. The build up is as slow as his movements, but that certainly isn't a bad thing. Far from it. The feeling fizzing in your very blood is deep and profound, and it keeps building.Â
Until Eddie does this twirling thing with his tongue that makes your eyes cross, that sets each one of your nerves on fire, fingers desperately grasping at his soft waves as you moan even louder.Â
âFuck, Eddie! Right there!âÂ
His words are muffled, a hint of amusement in them, but you're sure he says âyes ma'am.â
Then he does it again, and again, tongue twisting like it's independent from his body, swirling you into a deep pool of overwashing ecstasy. Back leaving the soft confines of the couch you clutch at his hair as your hoarse moans pound out of you, until you flop back down, a glistening panting mess.Â
Eddie's still kissing your delicate parts, leaving soft, almost innocent kisses. He presses his lips to your clit again and you squirm, trying to get out of his gentle, grasping hands. It's a soft touch, but his hands are immovable, like velvet wrapped around a steel bar.Â
âEddie, fuck, I-I'm really sensitive-âÂ
âOh I know sweetheart,â he says, pressing his mouth against you over and over, âbut we're not done.âÂ
Staring at him wide eyed, he lifts one hand, ring and middle finger outstretched, and brushes the tips of them to your kiss bitten bottom lip.Â
âCan you get these nice and wet for me sweetheart?â
Parting your lips slightly, he slips the fingers inside and you do as instructed, licking and suckling on them, surprised by how fiercely you wanted to. They felt rough and heavy on your tongue. Eddie's staring at you with a burning admiration in his eyes, still pushing his lips to you. He suckles softly at your clit making you writhe and moan around him. As he pulls his fingers out you call to him.Â
âEddie, I can't it's too much-âÂ
âShhh, princess, do you really want me to stop?âÂ
A little drop of shame trickles down your throat at the thought.Â
âNo,â you whisper.Â
âThat's what I thought,â he says as his fingers circle your silken entrance, âbe good for me sweetheart, good girls come twice.âÂ
You're not sure if the heady moan that you release is due to his fingers slipping inside you, or his words. It could be a combination of both. Stroking at you incessantly, his fingers drive into you, perpetually caressing that soft spot inside that makes your toes curl.Â
Your release creeps up unsurprisingly fast. It's all force and pressure, a tightening, full feeling that's gripping your insides in its strong claws. One minute you're holding on to reality and the next, you're gone, floating away as the pressure melts and cascades from you like stardust.Â
Your vision unblurring, you realise what's happened when the sound of it reaches your ears. That squelching, soaking noise of Eddie's fingers working you through the last throes of your pleasure.Â
As you look down Eddie's staring at your dripping pussy with awe, having to pull his fingers out of you with a bit of force since you don't seem to want to let go. He sits back on his heels with a smile that could rival the Cheshire cats, absolutely coated in your juices. It's covering his face, his hand, and it's even darkened the front and sleeve of his shirt.Â
An apology nestles on the tip of your tongue, but it stays there when Eddie speaks.Â
âAtta girl, did so good for me. Fuck, I kinda want to see if you can do that again.âÂ
Opening your mouth for a witty remark, it escapes you. Your usually sharp mind is now the consistency of spray cheese. All that comes out is a soft little noise, a cross between a hum and a thank you.Â
âStay right there, I'll be back.âÂ
You giggle a little as he runs off. Where on earth does he think you'll go? And more importantly, how?Â
When he returns his face and hands are clean, and crucially, he's shirtless. Lean muscle gleams in the low light, decorated with a dozen or so tattoos. He's got a cloth in one hand, and a glass of water in the other.Â
âHere, drink up sweetheart, you need it.âÂ
You search for a hint of playfulness or smugness in his face and come up empty. In fact, he's staring, waiting for you to take a sip. When you do, he smiles, and goes about wiping the tops of your thighs. The cloth is even warm. You've never been given a warm cloth before, the closest being a handful of scrunched up tissues.Â
âEddie, where have you been all my life?âÂ
Laughing loudly, he sits next to you, stealing a sip of your water.Â
âI came as quickly as I could.âÂ
It was a cheesy line, but you're beyond caring, a goofy grin smeared all over your face.Â
âCan I take you to the bedroom?âÂ
You nod and before you can get up he's scooping you into his arms.Â
âEddie, I can walk you know,â you say as you drape your arms around his neck.Â
âOh I know, I just want to take care of you.âÂ
Fuck. You could move in tomorrow.Â
The only things you notice about the bedroom are the soft blue of the duvet as he places you gently on top of it and the bedside lamps he flicks on that bathe the room in a warm glow. The rest doesn't matter, not right now. Your eyes are on him as he stands at the edge of the bed, looking at you as if you were a beautiful sculpture carved from the finest marble.Â
Getting up on your knees, you smile cheekily up at him as you hook your fingers into the worn denim and pop the top button.Â
âAnd what do you think you're doing?â He asks, hand moving up to cradle your face.Â
âI was going to return the favour.âÂ
You unzip the fly and pull them down, eyes widening at the swollen bulge in his trunks. They're tight, leaving little room for the imagination, but anything you may have imagined couldn't possibly compare to the real thing.Â
âNot tonight sweetheart. Like I said, I want to take care of you.âÂ
He turns to the nightstand and rummages around, pulling out a packet of condoms. It's new, you notice, as he unwraps the film and takes one out, placing it on the side whilst he rolls his underwear off.
As he's putting it on you gawp shamelessly, truly wondering if it's actually going to fit. No wonder he's so confident.Â
âDid you actually just turn down a blow job?âÂ
He smiles, crawling between your legs and caging your head between his arms.Â
âWhat can I say, I'm a giver.âÂ
He stops for a moment, knuckles stroking your cheek.Â
âYou sure you wanna do this?âÂ
Smiling gently, you reach down and grasp his solid member making him jolt, and rub the tip through your slick.Â
âYes.âÂ
You line him up and his smile turns into an open mouthed groan, eyebrows knitting together as he starts slipping inside of you.Â
âEddie, holy- fuck.âÂ
âYou're OK sweetheart, doing such a good job for me.âÂ
He pushes in further and you realise why all the foreplay was necessary. Clearly, he enjoyed it too, but you're not sure you could have taken him without it. When he's finally sitting flush inside you wince a little, hands tight on his shoulders.Â
âYou feel incredible, so tight for me.âÂ
Whimpering, you can feel your cheeks heat with the praise.Â
âGod you really do like my words don't you?âÂ
Grinning mischievously, he plants a soft kiss to your lips. It weirdly feels more intimate than him being inside you.Â
âY-yeah, it's really sexy Eddie.âÂ
His cock kicks up inside you, making you gasp a little.Â
âYou're really sexy. The little sounds you make, your moans.â
As if demonstrating that, he pulls out a little and thrusts in gently, forcing a quivering sigh from you.Â
âSee? Fucking perfect sweetheart.âÂ
He begins rolling his hips into you, never pulling out too much, as if he couldn't stand to be any further apart.Â
One of his sinewy arms snakes its way underneath you, holding you close as he playfully nips your earlobe and breathing whispers into your ear.Â
âHow many times?âÂ
âHuh?â You respond, utterly lost in the feel of him dragging against your gripping walls.Â
âHow many times do you want to come?âÂ
You giggle, despite the situation, or maybe because of it.
âI don't usually, oh, get t-to choose, is there a- oh fuck- there a menu or something?âÂ
He chuckles and slows down just slightly, pushing into you devastatingly deep.Â
âWhat's the most you've managed?âÂ
He's so thick, and the feel of him is otherworldly; it had you wondering how it'd feel without the layer of latex between you.Â
âI can't- fuck- I can't think- like two?â
He stops, looking at you incredulously with a furrowed brow.
âTwo? We can do better than that.âÂ
He speeds up, leaning on one arm as his other hand finds its way down your torso and begins to rub your clit. That pulse inside you is sent into overdrive, mouth open and panting as you cling to his back, nails digging into his skin.Â
Your release swells inside, growing, and intensifying, until it suddenly pops, showering you in pleasure. Tears spring in the corners of your eyes as you moan out your release an inch from his face.
âAtta girl,â Eddie says as he nudges you with his nose, âdo that again.âÂ
Your clit feels a little sore, swollen and sensitive after so much pleasure. His touch is gentle, but it's still overwhelming.Â
âEddie, I-I can't, please-âÂ
âYou want me to stop? I'll stop if you want that sweetheart.âÂ
The sharp feeling begins to dull, making way for another wave of euphoria that washes over your whole body. Legs twitching uncontrollably, you whine long and low, a flood of noises bursting from you that no damn could ever stop.Â
âThat a no, sweetheart?âÂ
âDon't stop don't stop donât stop - oh!âÂ
You'd be embarrassed by the crazy noise you made as you come again, if you were even aware of it. A screeching loud moan, eyes scrunched as your body leaves the bed and your nails drag across his bare back.Â
âThat's it, knew you could, so good for me. Fuck, nearly lost it.âÂ
He does stop then, biting his lip to stop himself from unleashing his own orgasm as his breath comes in short huffs.Â
âEddie, you don't have to- ohmygod!â
The last of your sentence evaporates on your tongue as he hooks his arms under your legs and pushes your thighs flush to your chest. It seems even Eddie has lost the power of speech, dirty moans pouring from his mouth that rival your own.Â
He's so deep, impossibly deep; as if he were in your guts at this point. You've never felt so full in all your life. Your third release is almost there, a tightening string wound around you, pulling and twisting and contorting your body into a writhing sweaty shambles.Â
You're clenching and convulsing around his pumping length as he twitches inside you, his groans and grunts spurring you on. It's faster now, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Sweat clings to the very air, the heat in the room creating this cloying humidity that dampens each breath out, making hair stick to skin and creating loud slapping sounds of your conjunction.Â
Eddie's face is red with effort, teeth gritted and lips tight.Â
âAre you gonna come again? I can feel you. Please, sweetheart, please- fuck- I need it, I need it, come with me!âÂ
You let go. The tight string breaks and your orgasm spreads through your very soul; it's so profound and savage that tears spill out and down your cheeks with its intensity. Eddie joins you, coming as one with a drawn out groan that borders on feral.Â
For a moment, you both revel in it, just panting, feeling sticky skin against skin, heartbeats slowing, muscles unwinding and relaxing.Â
He finally unhooks his arms from your legs and you lay them shakily on the down as he clambers off, collapsing next to you on the bed.Â
âYou OK sweetheart?âÂ
âHmm.â
It's all you can reply with, a little satisfied noise. Scooting closer to him, you place your hand hesitantly on his chest.Â
âHang on a sec.âÂ
He gets up and disposes of the condom, slowly padding out the room. Returning again with another glass of water for you, he hands it over with a raise of an eyebrow. This time you take it gratefully, chugging half of it before passing it back.Â
A moment of panic grips your chest, followed by shame. You barely know him, yet you'd gone to his place with hardly any hesitation.Â
As he lays back down next to you, scooping his arm around your back, you clear your throat.Â
âI just, er, wanted you to know I don't usually do this.âÂ
âHey, it's alright. Neither do I.â
Feeling slightly less trampy, you stroke his chest with delicate fingers, wishing for the moment to last but knowing it can't.Â
âI don't think my legs work anymore, I think you'll have to call me a taxi.â
Eddie sits up suddenly, looking at you with anguish written all over his face.Â
âYou're not leaving, are you?âÂ
âWell, I don't fancy doing the walk of shame tomorrow in that outfit.âÂ
He pouts, looking much younger than he is.Â
âOh. Well, you can always borrow something to wear?âÂ
âThat's even worse!â You laugh, hitting his chest softly.Â
âFine, then I'll go out in the morning and buy you something to wear.âÂ
Staring at him wide eyed, you realise he's not joking.Â
âReally?âÂ
âSweetheart, I'd buy you a whole new wardrobe if it meant youâd stay.âÂ
Heart beating just that little bit faster in your chest, you fight the tears that want to build up.Â
âI just thought, you know, well, we don't know each other that well and that you might think this was just, a thing.âÂ
âYou mean a one night thing?â
You nod, not trusting your voice.Â
âC'mere.âÂ
Melting into his open arms, he kisses the top of your head.
âI want you to stay. I'll take you home Monday and-âÂ
âEddie, tomorrow's Sunday.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âEddie, I have to work Monday. So do you!âÂ
You laugh, trying to break free of his arms but he doesn't let up.Â
âFine, I'll take you home tomorrow. Late. Then see you Monday night.âÂ
Face hurting from smiling, you settle into the cuddle, the swell of feeling in your chest almost too much for you right now.Â
âEddie I can't stay. I don't have a toothbrush.âÂ
You say it jokingly, and he squeezes you.Â
âIt's fine, I've got like 20 of them from work.âÂ
âThief.âÂ
âI prefer to think of it as resourceful.âÂ
Suddenly he pulls you on top of him making you squeal.Â
âSo you gonna stay?âÂ
âYeah, fine I'll stay.â You try to say it in a mocking manner but your silly grin belies your rolling eyes.Â
âGood.âÂ
Holding you close, Eddie breathes such a sigh of relief; a deep one, one that sounds like he's been holding in for some time. A sigh that makes you feel special.Â
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1405 Peach Tree Lane
Pairing: Older!Neighbor!Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: You like to watch your older, tatted shirtless neighbor now his lawn. He likes to watch you laying by your parentsâ pool in those swimsuits that make his mouth water. Eventually, the inevitable happens when he invites you across the street for a drink.
Word Count: 8.2K
Tags: đ„SMUT, modern au, age gap (Eddie 40s, Reader 20s), daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, slight breeding kink, spitting, light dom/sub, unprotected sex (reader has an iud), oral sex, p in v sex, shower sex, masturbation in a hot tub
(A/N: This is some of the filthiest shit I think I've ever written. You're welcome. Also I was very quick with the proofread, so if you see any spelling or grammar mistakes, no you don't.)
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Everyone in the posh gated community of Forest Hills knew about 1405 Peach Tree Lane.
The house was beautiful, as were all the houses in the upper-crust neighborhood- but the house wasnât what people paid attention to.
Every housewife in the neighborhood knew that if they were lucky and timed their morning jog just right, theyâd catch a glimpse of the toned, inked-up adonis who lived there while he shirtlessly mowed his lush green lawn.Â
You might not have done much speaking with the housewives in your parentsâ neighborhood, but you knew about 1405 Peach Tree Lane- you had a perfect view of its front lawn from your lounge chair by the pool in your parentsâ backyard. Luckily for you, all that separated your backyard from 1405 was a short wrought iron fence and a narrow stretch of road.
You didnât mind living with your parents during the summers you spent home from college; they gave you plenty of freedom and while they were at work during the day, you got to spend the afternoon lounging by the pool, reading a book and soaking up the sun. Â
As well as soaking up the view of the way that same sunlight glinted off Mr. 1405âs sweaty, ink-riddled skin.Â
You didnât speak to him- what would you even say? âHi, itâs nice to meet you, my favorite part of the day is guessing what your tattoos mean.â? Or maybe, âHey there neighbor, mind if I count the freckles on your shoulders? Itâs for science.â
Eventually, the inevitable happened- he caught you staring.Â
He didnât make it awkward, though. In fact, from the way he simply smiled and waved at you, you wondered if he thought your eyes meeting him had just been a coincidence, and you hadnât been ogling him for the past thirty minutes and some change. Youâd smiled back, thankful for your huge sunglasses that hid the way your eyes had widened under his attention, and waved in return.Â
An even bigger surprise had been that he spoke to you this time.Â
âThat book any good?âÂ
His voice, heavy with labored breathing under the exhaustion from finishing up his lawn work, had caught you completely off guard. Youâd laughed nervously, sticking your bookmark between the pages and pushing yourself up from your face-down position on the flattened lounge chair.Â
âOh! Ah-ha, uhm, yeah!â you shifted your weight back until you were sitting on spread knees and looking up at the source of the voice. On the other side of your parentsâ fence stood Mr. 1405 Peach Tree Lane, sweaty and slightly sunburned on the tops of his shoulders. His curly brown hair had been piled into a messy knot atop his head, and you took note of the details that you hadnât noticed from far away- a smattering of silver studs that decorated his ears, along with one on his nose. Five oâclock shadow that dusted his jawline. A more detailed view of his tattoos, some of which looked older than others but all of which looked very, very sexy on this man who had so much sex appeal already.Â
The crinkling of his plastic water bottle as he squeezed about half of it into his mouth filled the silence between you. After a loud gulp he piped up again.
âWhatâs it about?â
Your brow wrinkled confusedly before you remembered that he had just asked you about your book. âOh!â you replied dumbly, looking down at the book as if you had completely forgotten that books even existed- looking at him had taken up your entire mental capacity, apparently. âItâs, uh, itâs a memoir! Itâs this cool old ladyâs life story, she does not hold back, so the narration is pretty hilarious a lot of the time.â
The inked-up Greek god smiled and nodded, eyebrows raising in interest. âThat does sound good.â he mused, and his voice took on a slyer tone when he added, âWhatâs your definition of old, like thirty-five?â He chuckled as if heâd just told a funny joke, but your smile had all but fallen from your face.Â
âThatâs not old,â you replied, not taking the joke, âThis author was in her late seventies when she published this book, but even with that being said, this book is just told through such a youthful spirit- itâs easy to forget how old the author is when looking at her words.â You gripped the paperback a little tighter in your sweaty hands. âPlus, old people definitely donât have the energy to mow their own lawns, and I have a feeling youâre not thirty-five.âÂ
That seemed to catch him off-guard. A surprised laugh escaped him, exploding from his lips before they formed an intrigued grin and his arms crossed over his tattooed chest.Â
âOh yeah? How old do I look, then?â
You grinned back, making a show of removing your sunglasses so that you could peer at him with greater focus. âHmmmmmmâŠthirty-six?âÂ
Another laugh, this one heartier than the last. âYou flatter me, sweetheart.âÂ
God, his voice is like brown sugar.
You tried again. âForty, then.â
âOlder.â
âNo way.â
His grin became a smirk. âAre you patronizing me right now?â
You threw up a girl scout salute. âScoutâs honor, I would never.âÂ
He chuckled. âWell, girl scout, Iâll be forty-five next month.â
âIâll be sure to warn my parents about the rager youâll be throwing.â
He peered up at your house behind you, like he just now noticed its- and your parentsâ- existence. âNah,â he said, âNo ragers for me, that ship sailed when I was your age.â
You smiled sweetly, placing your sunglasses atop your head. âAt least let me bake you a cake, then, wouldnât be neighborly to let you have a boring birthday.â
âYouâd bake a cake for âlil old me, sweetheart?â His tattooed hand splayed over his heart, sweaty and shining in the blaring afternoon sun.
You giggled. You could get used to Mr. 1405 calling you âsweetheartâ.Â
âSure thing, just tell me what name to write in between âhappy birthdayâ and âforever youngâ.â
A flash of dazzling white teeth replied, âEddie. Eddie Munson.âÂ
That was when you rose a step above the housewives of Forest Hills- to them, he was still Mr. 1405, but to you? He was Eddie Munson.
You entertained yourselves with little conversations here and there whenever Eddie worked out on his lawn. You, always in a swimsuit and him, never wearing a shirt. You would ask him about his tattoos- what they symbolized, which ones heâd drawn himself before they were replicated on his flesh. He would ask you about what you were reading- it was always changing. Sometimes nonfiction, sometimes romance, fantasy, lit fic⊠he seemed impressed by your insatiable reading habits.Â
One day, however, heâd been particularly interested in a book whose cover bore a bare-chested gentleman and particularly busty woman in a corset.Â
âWhatâs todayâs read, girl scout?â Eddie had greeted you with a nod toward the obviously risque reading material and a knowing smirk as he let his arms dangle over the black bars of your fence.Â
You looked up, glowing from the sweat thatâs gathered on your dewy summer skin and smiled tightly. âOh, just a period romance. Ball gowns, forbidden love, the scandalous touching of hands without gloves on- things like that.â
âFrom the looks of that cover, I donât think their hands are the only naked body parts touching in that story.âÂ
You laughed, glancing at the cover as Eddie waggled his eyebrows. âYouâre probably right, but who knows? Iâm only on the second chapter. Iâll keep you posted though.â you punctuated that last part with a wink.Â
âOh please do, princess,â Eddie said with a wolfish grin. âI love a good smutty romance novel.âÂ
You gawked. âNo way you read this shit, youâre bluffing.â
Eddie raised a hand as if swearing on a bible. âScoutâs honor.â he said, mimicking your swear from the day youâd met.Â
You shook your head, smiling ear to ear. âYou must be the first man Iâve met who openly admits to reading smut, and I respect that.â
Eddie shrugged. âEasiest way to know what women want- theyâre literally writing me an instruction manual. Itâd be stupid not to read them.â
You bit your bottom lip before you could stop yourself, making a mental note of that little tidbit of information. âAnd you enjoy them?â
âItâs porn, sweetheart,â he said, gazing at you incredulously. âWho wouldnât enjoy it?â
âItâs porn with a plot.â
âIâm a sucker for a good plot, especially if the plot involves sucking.â
You barked out a laugh. âAnd one could also argue that itâs more emotional porn than physical.â
âAre you insinuating that I donât have a heart? Because Iâve got one, princess, and it bleeds, it yearns-â
Eddie pantomimed grasping at his own heart in his chest, putting on a fucking one-man show as he hung onto the fence for dear life as if his heart were truly bleeding out. You laughed- that was something that seemed to happen more when Eddie was around- you laughed more than usual, so much that you found your cheeks aching whenever he walked away.Â
This time, something else ached as you watched him return to his lawn. As you continued to read, you were acutely aware of the heat between your thighs, the wetness that accumulated as you pictured corseted girls and muscled viscounts making eyes at each other across a sea of dancing courtiers. You imagined yourself, cornered in a rich rose garden bathed in moonlight, struggling to stifle your moans as a man in a tailcoat left a mark on your neck. You felt his hand hiking up your layers of petticoats until it reached your thigh, the only thing separating skin from skin being the white fabric of his gloves. You pictured his eyes, brown and bottomless as he moaned at the feeling of your hands tangled and tugging on his soft brown curls-
Uh oh.Â
You took a deep breath, bookmarked your page, and slipped into the cold water of the pool. You sincerely hoped that Eddie hadnât been serious about an update on the smut in your novel; you didnât exactly want to let slip that at some point, youâd stopped picturing the viscount and started picturing him.Â
But would he mind? Would he be upset to know that youâd pictured his hands on you, his lips on your pulse, your fingers in his hair?Â
You werenât sure he would.Â
In fact, you had a feeling he might actually picture you in situations that werenât too different. After all, you werenât blind- youâd noticed the way his eyes would flit down from your face when the two of you were talking. He didnât seem to put much effort into hiding his once-overs, his raking gaze that seemed more than pleased by the way your swimsuits hugged your curves, pulled your cleavage together, cut higher on your hip than your shorts ever would. Whenever you pulled yourself up from lying on your stomach, youâd seen how his eyes followed your ass hungrily as it left his line of sight.Â
That was the moment that you realized- Eddie Munson, more than likely, wanted to fuck you.Â
And you definitely wanted to fuck him.Â
So the next time he came over to see you after mowing his lawn, you offered him a beer.Â
âIâm already halfway through mine,â you said, leaning back to give him a full view of the way the sweat on your breasts shone in the hot sun. âdonât make me day drink alone.â
A salacious grin curled on his plush pink lips. âI could be tempted,â Eddie peered at the cooler beside you. âWhat are you drinking, sweetheart?â
You opened the cooler so that he could see the six pack of light lagers in shiny green bottles. Eddie wrinkled his nose distastefully. âAlright, young padawan,â he sighed, unlatching the gate to your backyard. âItâs time you learned your first lesson from Master Munson.â He didnât enter the backyard, simply opened the gate and waited for you to join him outside your parentsâ property.Â
You quirked an eyebrow; this was new territory. That wrought iron fence had always served as a sort of barrier between the two of you, never occupying the same space and keeping each other at armâs length- flirty banter, but with boundaries.Â
Now, you smiled shrewdly as you slipped on your flip flops and crossed the threshold into Eddieâs space, following him across the narrow street to his driveway.
âOh so Iâm your student now, Master?â you quipped, launching him into a dark chuckle and a shake of his curls.Â
âChrist,â he cursed under his breath low enough that he probably thought you hadnât heard- but you did. âWell, your college friends are obviously shitty teachers if your drink of choice is a basic ass bottle you can grab at the goddamn gas station.âÂ
You scoffed, âOh, what- are you trying to say youâre one of those pretentious beer snobs who only drinks micro-brewed IPAâs named after bad puns?â
Eddie laughed out loud, smiling ear to ear at you over his shoulder. âOh thatâs exactly what I am, princess!â The harsh sunlight finally relented as the two of you crossed into Eddieâs garage, and you followed him in a beeline to the old refrigerator in the corner opposite from his impressive-looking toolbench.Â
You nearly moaned with relief when the cool air from the fridge hit you as Eddie opened the door and grabbed a couple of unmarked silver cans from the middle shelf. You eyed them cautiously, which Eddie saw and snorted at when he saw your expression. âNot poisoning you, sweetheart, no need to worry.â He opened a door beside the fridge that you guessed- judging by what you could see past the doorway- led to his kitchen. âA friend of mine is a home-brewer, he gives these to me and the guys for free. Way better than any cookie-cutter shit youâll find at a college party.â He held the door open for you, nodding his head toward the doorway. âYou coming inside? Itâs hot as hell out here.â
You hadnât expected him to invite you into his home; it occurred to you suddenly that you were still only wearing your swimsuit. Smiling shyly, you stepped through the doorway, the chill of the air conditioning rolling goosebumps over your damp skin. Eddie stepped into the kitchen and immediately began opening the cans, handing one to you.Â
You eyed the can cautiously, raising an eyebrow at him. âDo I want to know what Iâm about to drink?âÂ
He smiled mischievously, inclining his head toward you as he held his can aloft. âFirst lesson, padawan- trust your master.â He tilted the can in your direction, to which you sighed and tapped your can to his.Â
Your eyes widened in surprise when the cold, bubbly liquid hit your lips. It wasnât anything like you were expecting- instead of the tepid wheaty taste that you were used to. At first the drink was tart, but after a second it faded into a fruity dryness that reminded you of white wine. Its flavor was so light that you couldnât even tell you were drinking beer.
âThis is beer?âÂ
Eddie chuckled. âTechnically itâs a sour, but yes- itâs a type of beer. Dustin said it was a champagne sour, so if you like wine then hopefully thisâd be up your alley.âÂ
You smiled as you took your second sip. âI do like wine.â you murmured, testing the flavors on your tongue. âLike this, too. Your friend ever think about selling what he brews?â
âDustin?â Eddie asked, laughing as if the question were something funny. âOh I have no doubt heâll try to sell it one day, but heâs not going to even think about it until he knows heâs perfected his recipe.â
As you took another sip of the cold drink, you felt another wave of goosebumps run through you. Coincidentally, this was the moment that Eddie fell perfectly silent. You peered over your can- his eyes were fixed on your chest. You became acutely aware that the goosebumps had resulted in your nipples growing so hard, you thought if something-anything- were to accidentally brush against them, you might moan from the sensitivity.Â
Stifling a smirk, you shivered and hugged your upper arms. âBrrrrr itâs cold in here!â you said coyly, âI guess my body temperature got a little too used to the heat.âÂ
Eddieâs chest heaved slightly at the way your tits bounced and squeezed together when you shivered. He cleared his throat, looking down at the beer can in his hand for a moment. âIâve got a hot tub, you know,â He spoke up, peering at you to gauge your reaction. âDownstairs. Youâre welcome to it.â
You took another sip. âOnly if you join me.â
His dark eyes snapped up to yours, lips curling up at one corner. âYes maâam.â he said, his voice lowered an octave and a bit huskier than before. You held his eye contact, mirroring his lopsided grin with a charged, heavy-lidded gaze.Â
Eddie led you to a staircase down the hall and said heâd be right back with a towel for you after he changed into swim trunks.Â
âAw, no speedo?â you smirked. Eddie appeared unphased. âMental note,â he murmured to himself, âthe princess is eager to see my thighs.â
You giggled, âThere might be more tattoos there I havenât seen yet,â you countered, âHow am I supposed to keep figuring you out if I donât know the meaning of each and every one?âÂ
Eddie placed his forearm above your head on the wall, leaning into it until he was close enough for you to feel his breath on your hairline. âYou know, you seem to spend a lot of time staring at my body, kid-â You bristled at his blatant omission of the nicknames you liked. â-Iâm starting to feel objectified.âÂ
You forced the smile from your face, looking up at him defiantly. âI could say the same thing about you, Mr. Munson,â you replied, â-and Iâm not a âkidâ.â
His position didnât change as his eyes raked over your nearly naked body, drifting from your eyes to your lips and catching on your cleavage. âDonât I know it, sweetheart.â he whispered, before pushing off the wall. âHot tubâs already heated, just push off the cover and hit the green button. Iâll be down in a sec.â
And then he was walking down the hall to what you could only assume was his bedroom. For a moment, you thought about following him⊠but if you were honest with yourself, you were actually pretty curious about this hot tub. So down the stairs you went, carrying a silver can of sour in each hand.
Eddieâs basement was cozy, but he had utilized the space to its full potential. The majority had been filled with workout equipment to create a home gym, the walls lined with floor to ceiling mirrors that created the illusion of a larger space than it actually was. Sitting on stylish wooden slats was the hot tub, topped with a brown leather cover. To the right of the hot tub was a door with a small window that was just at your eye level. Upon closer inspection⊠yep, that was a sauna. Eddie had a sauna.Â
Shaking your head in disbelief, you made a mental note to ask Eddie what he did for a living- as far as you could tell, he was the only one who lived here. How did a single guy in his forties have so much money to burn?Â
Placing yours and Eddieâs drinks down on a nearby surface, you removed the cover from the hot tub and pressed the green button as Eddie had instructed, and settled into the hot, bubbling water. God, it was relaxing. Just then, you heard footsteps descending the stairs.
Eddie appeared, his hair let down from his normal messy bun so that it fell in dark chocolate curls that cascaded over his shoulders. His swim trunks, simple and black with little white skulls lining the cuffs above his knees, hugged his thighs in a way that made you salivate. Tattoos you'd become all too familiar with danced across his skin, and you suddenly felt the need to taste them. Â
Eddie smirked when he saw you getting an eyeful without even trying to hide it. âHowâs the water?â
You hummed, relaxing further into jets against your back. âSooooooo nice.â You sighed.Â
Eddie climbed into the hot tub to join you, making you squeal as he practically fell into the water, splashing you as he submerged his head just enough to wet his hair and shake it out like a golden retriever.
You giggled, doing your best to ensure that your hair wasnât wet enough to make you look like a wet rat. âIâm starting to think youâre a teenage boy trapped in the body of a middle-aged man.âÂ
Eddie narrowed his eyes at you, tattooed arms stretching out over the edges of the tub as he relaxed into the seat across from you. âHey now,â he said, voice laced with warning. âCareful with the term middle-aged there, kiddo.â
You matched his gaze, challenging. âKiddo?â
âYeah.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â Eddieâs gaze was heavy, cocky as he looked down his nose at you. âPractically a baby.â
You grinned. âThat one, I donât mind.â
Eddieâs smile grew in tandem. âOh, she likes to be âbabyâ, but not âkiddoâ, huh?â
You leaned back into the water, looking up at the ceiling with a smug smile on your lips. âThatâs right, grandpa.â
Suddenly, you felt a tug on your ankle and you were underwater. You emerged, spitting chlorine out of your mouth, struggling to force it from your nose as Eddieâs cackling rang in your ears. You gasped, sputtering in shock as you tried to catch your breath.Â
âYou are a child!â you squealed as he tugged your ankle again- you hadnât noticed his hold still grasping tightly- not forceful enough to bring you back under the surface but enough to remind you that he could.
âSo not a grandpa, then?â Eddie teased, stroking the curve of your ankle with his thumb.Â
You gritted your teeth together, strategizing. âNo, that would be too kind. Youâve got the maturity of a teenager. Luckily for me-âÂ
Using Eddieâs grip on your ankle as leverage, you forcefully pulled yourself forward by your leg and launched yourself right into his lap, bending your knees so that a second later, you were straddling him.Â
You watched triumphantly as Eddieâs eyes widened, looking up at you with breath that hitched in his throat as you finished your sentence.Â
â-I know how boys like you think.â
The humor between the two of you dissipated in that instant, Eddieâs eyes blown wide and dark as he watched the way the water in your hair dripped down your neck and between your breasts, which were now inches from his face. If he leaned forward, he could catch that bead of water with his tongue. If he reached up, he could hold your tits in his hands, test their weight. Press them up, squish them together, squeezeâŠ
You felt him growing hard beneath you, and smirked triumphantly. âSee?â You said smugly, grinding against him teasingly. âRight on schedule.â
Eddie chuckled, his breathing strained as he shook his head exasperatedly. âGot me all figured out, do you princess?âÂ
You nodded, finding your rhythm as you continued to grind against his hardening cock through his swim trunks. âI think Iâm starting to.â
You shivered despite the warmth as Eddie trailed his hand from your ankle up your leg, your hip, your waistâŠfinally resting at the apex of your sternum to splay across your neck. You hadnât been expecting that- you faltered, breath hitching as he tested out a gentle squeeze and hummed to himself.
âMmmmmâŠâ He looked you over with passive attention, taking account of the way your eyes widened and your pulse quickened under his thumb. â...you know, Iâm starting to figure you out too.â His other hand cupped your hip, pulling you to sit directly on his erection and holding you in place so you couldnât grind. âYouâre used to getting away with shit you know you shouldnât do, isnât that right, baby?â You sighed softly in response, pinned into place by his lust-blown eyes. You balanced on a precipice- on one side, obedience, which you knew would satisfy him. On the other, eventual obedience with a little bit more fight; more of a gamble, but you were willing to bet that he would enjoy that best.
âYou really thought you could eye-fuck me every damn afternoon,â Eddie said, his hand on your neck moving lower to fondle one of your breasts over your swimsuit. â-and there wouldnât be consequences?â
You breathed heavily, chest rising and falling under his hand. âI meanâŠâ you drawled, still smiling smugly despite his authoritative tone of voice. â...I was kinda hoping for consequences.â you brought both hands out of the water, gesturing vaguely to the room around you. âIâm here, arenât I?âÂ
A second passed before Eddieâs hands suddenly grabbed both of your wrists, forcing them behind your back. You gasped, cheeks hot from the water and the position you were in, straddling his lap with both shoulders shoved back to force your breasts front and center. He saw the look in your eyes and leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of your ear.Â
âI can get rough sometimes, baby.â he said, voice low and husky. âTell me itâs too much at any point and Iâll stop, okay?â You nodded, a shy little mm-hm escaping your bitten lips. Eddie crossed your wrists over each other, holding them behind your back with one hand as his newly free one reached up to caress your cheek.Â
âFucking Christ, youâre cute.â he mumbled. âCute little baby, all alone in her parentsâ big house all day, so bored she had to go and be a slut for the neighbor. That right, baby?â
Your eyes were wide and wet, mouth opened in a slight pout as you ground your freed hips on his hard cock once again, whimpering needily. You nodded your head up and down, eager to hear more filthy words tumble from his lips.Â
Eddie wasnât satisfied with that. A hand came up to grasp your hair at the base of your neck, tugging on it firmly but not painfully to force your head to nod up and down emphatically. âUse your words, baby, say âyes, daddy, I was a slut.ââ
You gasped, surprised. Youâd never called anyone daddy besides your actual father, and youâd certainly never called anyone that in the bedroom- or a hot tub, for that matter. However, his brazen demand that you call him that while you straddled him like this sent rolling waves of pleasure straight to the apex of your thighs.Â
âY-yes⊠daddyâŠâ You struggled against your instinct to be embarrassed, arching your back against your restrained hands and looking down shyly at your cleavage. â...I was a slut.â
âLook at me.â
Your eyes flicked up to his, wide and obedient. He was smiling at you, beaming with pride and adoration. His hand slid from your hair to the back of your neck, pulling your face to his. âGood girl, baby.â he praised, âIâm gonna kiss you, is that okay?â
You nodded eagerly. âYes, please!â
That earned you a chuckle. âSo polite, baby girl, good job.âÂ
Eddieâs lips felt like the most comforting thing that a person could feel on their skin. His kiss felt like fresh sheets still warm from the dryer. His tongue was like a strawberry that was perfectly ripe, sweet and wet and a rush of relief. He explored you, he learned you, his lips devoured all they could reach and whenever they couldnât reach, his tongue took over to fill in the blanks.Â
As you whimpered and squirmed in his lap, Eddie cooed, âWhatâs the matter, baby, something wrong with your legs?â
You shook your head, moaning into his mouth. âI need something on my clit, Eddie.â
âSomething? Youâll just take anything on that clit baby? Is that what you're saying?â
You panted, straining against his rock hard dick for some kind of friction. He was right, you would take anything. âYes, please touch me, Eddie.â
He made no move to do so, only looking at you pointedly with his eyebrows raised. When you realized your mistake, you corrected, âPlease touch me, daddy.â
He smiled smugly, a cat watching a mouse. âGood girl,â he praised, âbut Iâm not sure youâve earned that.âÂ
Your face fell, eyes going wide as your lips formed a full-on pout. âBut-â you began to stutter, but Eddie wasnât finished.Â
He let go of you, pushing you gently off you and guiding you under the water to one of the seats in the corner of the tub. The jets coming off it were strong, nearly too much on your back as you turned to sit, but Eddie stopped you before you could settle into the seat.Â
âPrincess, I want you to keep your knees open and ride your pussy on that jet stream until you cum.âÂ
Your jaw dropped open. Whipping your chin over your shoulder to look at him in his seat opposite you, you stared and waited for him to specify or maybe apologize for misspeaking- thereâs no way you heard him right. But then he repeated himself, and you realized that yes, you had.Â
âPress your pussy up against that jet stream under the water, and make yourself cum. Donât use your hands. Donât rush. I want you to fall apart in my hot tub, and Iâm going to stroke my dick while I watch you do it. That okay, sweetheart?â
You were learning a lot of new information about your neighbor today.Â
You smiled devilishly over your shoulder at him, taking in the sight of him lounging in the opposite corner of the tub as he took in the sight of you. âYouâre a kinky motherfucker, arenât you?âÂ
Eddie reached across the tub and wound an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a quick but heated kiss. âYeah, I am.â he murmured into your lips before pushing you back toward the jets. âNow make yourself cum, I want you tight.â
He laughed at the pathetic little whimper that you let slip involuntarily as you situated yourself against the jet stream. You balanced your weight on your knees, spreading your legs enough to open your pussy further inside your swimsuit. Once the pulsing stream of water made contact with your clit, your automatic impulse was to flinch away; the stream was strong, almost too strong. However, with a little shifting and repositioning, you eventually found an angle that pulled a moan from your mouth that sounded almost pornographic.
âThatâs it, baby girl,â you heard Eddieâs rough voice behind you, and you couldnât help but sneak a peak over your shoulder at him. Eddie sat with legs spread open and one arm slung over the lip of the tub, his other hand palming the erection you knew was only growing harder over his swim trunks. This told you he was a patient man, a man who liked to be teased a little before taking what he wanted. A man who liked to play with his food before he ate it.Â
You could play, too.
You pulled your eyebrows together, pouting your lips the way youâd seen him react to earlier. âAm I doing it right for you, daddy?â You moved your hips up and down against the jet, putting on a little show for him.
Eddie raised a brow, amused. âI donât think I can answer that question for you, sweetheart.â he said, sighing heavily with pleasure as he tilted his head this way and that to take you in from every angle. âDonât worry about me, baby, just make yourself feel good.âÂ
You smiled shyly, nodding in response and turning your attention back to the jets. You maneuvered your hips against them, grinding on the strong jetstream as it hit your clit at angles that you didnât even know existed. You lost yourself in the sensation, letting your eyes fall closed and humming little sounds to yourself as your heart rate picked up, that familiar pleasure bubbling up in your lower belly as your movements grew faster and more desperate.Â
Eager to see if Eddie was enjoying himself as much as you were, you glanced over your shoulder to look at him. What you saw was breathtaking- Eddie, his wet curls clinging to his dewy skin, muscles flexing under his tattoos as he fisted his cock underwater. You couldnât see it clearly due to the raging bubbles, but the flesh-colored underwater blur was enough for you to know exactly what he was doing. You had known he would jack off to you- heâd outright told you he planned to- but seeing it was enough to turn you on so much that it became the thing that pushed you over the edge.
âDaddy, Iâm cumming!âÂ
You moaned, mouth hanging open as you rode out your orgasm against the harsh stream of the jets, overwhelmed and overstimulated by the physical feeling and the intense eye contact that you held with Eddie the entire time as your body gyrated and spasmed. He watched you with hungry eyes, lapping up the scene in its entirety and committing every second to memory.Â
âGood girl, good fucking girl, keep fucking that jet, baby.â
You whimpered, hips jerking away from the stream as it hit your clit at an angle that was a little too intense, and your limp, still-needy body floated over to Eddie. He chuckled, still stroking his cock lightly in the warm water. âAw, Iâm sorry baby, was that too much?â
You shook your head, still eager for him- heâd barely even touched you, and yet you were so desperate for this man. âNo, I can take more.â
His eyes had a darkness to them that made your breath hitch. âHow much can you take, sweetheart?âÂ
You moved to straddle your knees on either side of one of his thighs, not close enough to grind against his cock, but certainly in a perfect position to rub your pussy along his leg, teasing him. âIâll take whatever you wanna give me, daddy.â
A low groan sounded from deep in Eddieâs chest. âYou might regret saying that one, babe.â
You couldnât resist matching his warning with a challenge. âBring it on.â you said sweetly, and it incited a little chuckle in him. He reached back and pressed a button on the hot tub, causing all of the bubbles to stop.Â
âGet out, dry off.â he said, nodding to the neatly folded towels heâd placed beside the hot tub. âYou look like you could use a shower.â
You stayed put, confused. âYou⊠butâŠâ
He cut you off, cupping his wet hands against your face. You could feel the pads of his fingers on your cheeks, wrinkled from prolonged time under the waterâs surface. âSorry, sweetheart, I forgot you donât like following instructions unless you know youâre getting something out of it.â You scoffed at his condescending tone, but all he did was smile. âWhat I meant to say was- get out. Dry off. Iâm going to fuck you in my shower. Mmkay?â
Your eyes widened, excited by his words and elated by a strange submissive, post-orgasmic euphoria. âOkay.â you replied, but when you saw his testy look in response you quickly amended, âOkay daddy.â
âGood girl.â
The two of you dried off before heading back upstairs. Eddie let you down the hall to his bedroom, which you were sure was filled with so many interesting mementos on the walls that you were sure it would take you hours to study all of it. The first thing to catch your eye was the golden record, framed and mounted beside his dresser. When Eddie saw you looking at it, he supplied an answer without waiting for you to ask.Â
âEver heard of a band called Corroded Coffin?â
You searched your brain but came up empty. âNo, I donât think I have.â
Eddie chuckled to himself, like youâd just participated in a joke you werenât in on. âMost people havenât. But I bet youâve heard the song Upside Down on the radio, yeah?â He hummed a couple bars of the chorus, which you recognized instantly.Â
âOh yeah! I love that song!â
Eddie grinned. ââPreciate it, babe.â
Shocked, you glanced up at the record and back to him. âWait, you wrote that song?â
He shrugged as if to brush it off, but you could tell he was proud. âIt was a group effort, my band and I wrote and recorded it together. After that, though, when the offers for record deals and tours and shit started pouring in, it became clear to most of the band members that this wasnât what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives- band broke up on good terms, we just had some differences when it came to future plans.â He reached up and stroked the frame affectionately with his thumb. âBut one-hit-wonder money was still enough to get my name out there, make some smart investments. Iâm a music producer now.â
So thatâs how he made all this money. The big empty house made sense now. âThatâs pretty cool, actually.â you said, smiling at Eddie. You relished the sensation of his hands as they slid around your waist.Â
âYou wanna see something even cooler?âÂ
Before you could answer, Eddie was scooping you up into his arms and tossing you over his shoulder. You squealed, laughing as his palm hit your ass cheek with a loud smack! He carried you into his bathroom, placing you on his vanity counter before kissing the laughing smile right off your face. You felt his hands as they worked your bathing suit off you, freeing your breasts from the confines of the damp fabric. Eddie wasted no time, pulling one of your tits into his hand and encircling your nipple with his mouth, sucking sensually. You moaned, hands fisting into his hair. He only left your skin to turn around and turn on the shower, giving the water a chance to heat up.Â
Once the bathroom had sufficiently filled with steam, Eddie picked you up from the counter, pulling your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You kissed him greedily, wetly, and hungrily as he walked the two of you into his spacious tiled shower, which was larger than your dorm room closet back at school.Â
You relaxed your legs around him in a silent ask for Eddie to put you down, which he obliged. The moment your feet hit the wet tiled floor, you began to sink to your knees untilâŠ
You snorted.Â
âWhy do you still have your swim trunks on?âÂ
Eddie had taken the time to take off your bathing suit, but you hadnât even realized that even after carrying you into the shower, he hadnât even taken a second to undress himself.Â
He looked down, noticing this for the first time, same as you. âI, uh⊠I donât know. I was-â he flashed you a smirk that was equal parts embarrassed and sexy. â-preoccupied, I guess.â
You couldnât help but laugh as you knelt before him, now eye-level with the drawstring of his swim trunks. âWell let me fix that, then.â you said softly, working your delicate fingers into the waistband and pulling his trunks down until they hit the floor.Â
God. He was a sight to behold. And you were right, he did have thigh tattoos. They were large, twisting images of hellish creatures, undoubtedly older but still in good shape since- judging by the paleness of the skin they decorated- they probably never saw the light of day.Â
You reached up, lightly tracing them as you turned your gaze to his cock. It was at full mast, eager and waiting for your mouth to encircle it and, hopefully, make Eddie moan your name.Â
Which he did.Â
The way your lips covered the head of his cock, the way your tongue generously licked the shaft under, over, around, the way your hands were warm and welcoming as they lightly played with his balls- all of it made him moan, gasp, groan your name. He called you baby, called you princess, moaned and pulled your hair as he fucked your mouth, and you just about burst into flames when he shoved his cock so far down your throat that you swallowed on it accidentally, pulling a growled âGoddamnit, sweetheart, fuck-â from his lips.Â
When he pulled you off his dick by your hair, his eyes were humorless and hungry. He crouched down, leveling your eyes under the hot water from the showerhead.Â
âAre you on birth control, sweet girl?â he asked.Â
You nodded, âI have an IUD.â
He kissed your forehead firmly, one hand still fisted in your hair. âGood girl,â he murmured. âNow I can grab a condom, theyâre right over there in the cabinet under my sink.â he continued, nodding vaguely in the sinkâs direction. âBut baby, I have been fantasizing about the way your pussyâs gonna feel for a long ass time and I hate to ask you this, and youâre allowed to say no, but-â
âFuck me raw Eddie.â You wanted it. You needed it. You needed him. âI fantasize about it too. I think about it every day, I touch myself to you before going to sleep and wake up wishing your cock was the thing waking me up. When Iâm lying by the pool reading those stupid smutty novels and some lord is fucking a lady in waiting up against a wall, I canât focus on it! I canât because I want it to be you and I want to feel your cock inside me, and I want it to be your cum that drips down my thighs and your lips on my-â
He cut you off there, splaying his free hand on your neck and kissing you until you were laid horizontally on the hot, wet floor. He climbed on top of you, and in a moment your mouth fell open at the sensation of his hard cock splitting you open from the inside. He didnât spend a moment waiting for you to adjust to his size or murmuring praises into your ear- he knew you wanted all of him, and you knew he wanted all of you, and that was all you needed. You moaned, you practically screamed, and above all you clutched him for dear life.
âDirty girl,â Eddie growled into your ear, thrusting into you deep and hard. âDirty books, dirty mind-âÂ
He leaned back so that his face was directly above yours and grabbed your cheeks, squeezing to force your mouth open. Your lips parted, and Eddie spat harshly into your mouth before shoving your mouth closed around it. His eyes were feral, wild with lust and dominance. âSwallow.â he commanded, you obeyed in an instant. He felt your throat moving against his hand and smiled deviously. âDirty mouth, too.â
He picked up his pace, spearing into you at a pace so relentless that you couldnât even keep track of the noises coming out of your mouth- an incoherent stream of sounds and swear that would have made a sailor blush. He matched your dirty noises with his own, all the while dicking you down into his shower floor as your brain went haywire at the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin that echoed through the bathroom.Â
âGod, this pussy is so fucking tight,â Eddie groaned, âgood girl, cumming so hard for daddy back there. You gonna cum on my cock this time?â
You moaned, âNeed something on my clit, daddy.âÂ
Eddie pecked your lips with his own, and the way it made your heart skip a beat was like a reward. âGood girl, always tell me what you need, okay?â
You nodded, smiling giddily from the sudden subby euphoria. âOkay, daddy.â You made a mental note that kissing Eddie Munson while his cock was inside you gave you your new favorite kind of high.
Eddie reached down and began drawing small, soft circles with his fingertip on your clit. The richly gentle sensation was decadent, pulling deeper, louder moans from you as Eddie continued to fuck you. âOh I feel you getting tighter, baby girl, that feel good?â
âYes!â you practically yelled it.Â
âYes what?â He taunted.
âYes daddy!â you cried, arching your back against the tile. He was fucking you ruthlessly, ravaging you mentally, and the way his dirty words melted into you made your brain go so hazy that you werenât sure if your vision was clouding or if it was just the steam in the air.Â
Your release was growing closer, that heat in your core coiling tighter and tighter, ready to burst with pleasure. âIâm gonna cum soon, daddy.â you whined.Â
Eddieâs dick hit you in that perfect spot inside over and over, and you leaned your face against his hand as he cupped your cheek affectionately. âYeah? You gonna make a mess all over daddyâs dick?â You pouted, nodding âyesâ in response. Eddie smiled at the way you could be so cute and so filthy at the same time- he fucking loved it. âThatâs probably gonna make me cum, sweetheart, you want that? That pussyâs gonna grip my cock so tight that it fills you with cum, huh?â
You were whimpering and pouting and letting the sluttiest little sobs fall from you now. âYes, daddy, fill me with cum, please!â
âYou want me to fill you with cum? Fuck all that cum inside you?â
âYes!â
âYes what, sweetheart, gotta tell me whose dick youâre cumming on-â
âDaddy!â you cried, âDaddyâs dick, Iâm cumming on daddyâs dick!â
âFuuuck, yes, cum on daddyâs dick you little slut-â
Eddieâs filthy words tumbled from his lips as your pussy pulsed around him, fluttering walls squeezing him tight from the aching pleasure that shot through you. His cum filled you, and the size of his load reflected just how long it had been since heâd cum into anything that wasnât his own hand. When he finally pulled out, a stream of both your releases oozed out of your hole and onto the floor. Eddie stared at it, fascinated, and he silently used his finger to catch the milky liquid and push it back into your hole. You whimpered, overly sensitive and puffy, your pussy lips inflamed and screaming, but Eddie was gentle as he sheathed his finger completely inside you, ensuring that his seed stayed exactly where heâd put it in the first place.
He pulled you up to a sitting position, smiling gently. âHi.â he whispered, placing a soft kiss on your temple.Â
âHi.â you giggled, a giant smile stretching out across your face, blissed-out and more than satisfied.Â
Eddie stroked your wet hair out of your face, gazing down at you adoringly. âIâm sorry if that was a little⊠much,â he winced. âI may have gotten carried away, usually I would talk to you to see if that kind of stuff would be okay, but I was just so fired up-â
âEddie,â you interrupted softly. âI loved it.â
He grinned, grateful and relieved. âYeah?â
âYeah.âÂ
Eddie pulled you against him, your body fitting itself nicely against his naked chest as water poured over the two of you from above while you sat holding each other on the floor of his shower. He sighed, completely and utterly content. âYeah.â
***
The rest of the summer days in your parentsâ neighborhood went like this:Â
Wake up imagining what you and Eddie would do today. Touch yourself when necessary.
Do whatever chores needed doing around the house, sometimes making batches of lemonade for Eddie when you knew he would be working on his lawn that day.Â
Lounge by your pool and read a book- this part hadnât changed.Â
Spend the rest of the afternoon at Eddieâs. These afternoons usually consisted of activities like discussing the whatever book you were reading, drinking whatever strange new beer Dustin had come up with, and fucking each otherâs brains out.Â
The next month, Eddie celebrated his birthday. He didnât throw a rager (true to his word) but he did have a little get-together. To your surprise, he invited you.Â
You got to meet his friends, their kids, their dogs- and see the way Eddie smiled for hours without reprieve when they were around. This whole summer, youâd been figuring this man out bit by bit, but it wasnât until that night that you truly felt like you knew him.Â
You baked him a cake, as promised. Three layers of funfetti sponge, vanilla frosting and decorated with oreo crumbs and rainbow letters that spelled out âHappy birthday, Eddie, forever youngâ.
He wasnât this way with the rest of the neighbors. To them, he would always be Mr. 1405 Peach Tree Lane, but with these people? With his friends? He was Eddie Munson. Now, you were included in that group of people who were allowed to know him, and how wonderful he really was.Â
You felt so incredibly lucky that you were a part of that.
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