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Eddie’s mind was made up from the moment he slammed the poster down on the flimsy kitchen table in his trailer for you to see.
“Texas?” you asked incredulously.
“Ten bands in two days, man. Dio, Van Halen, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest,” he counted off on his fingers, “Just to name the big ones,” he said. “It’ll be a graduation present, to myself.”
You looked down at the poster. Texxas Jam ’86. “Whatever motivates you to graduate.”
Well, by the skin of his teeth and with some study help from you, he finally did it. You had to give him credit for one thing, he was no quitter. You were so proud of him.
He’d spent the better part of June working on the van to get her in shape for the big trip. You would come over just to feed him popsicles and were thanked by greasy black hands on the backs of your thighs, careful not to totally ruin your clothes, only touching the places that could be washed off, which gave him a lot of options considering it was summer. You would leave dirty every time, if you did leave.
When the day finally arrived, Eddie was absolutely buzzing. He was an excited blur of hands, chains jingle jangling around. Mouth spouting off a mile a minute about plans for the trip and where he wanted to stop.
You loved to see him excited, although you were admittedly nervous about how that would translate on the road. Though his driving was sometimes teetering on chaotic, he always kept you safe. You would just have to trust that this time would be no different. Precious cargo and whatnot, as he liked to remind you.
You had both intended to leave earlier but Eddie was, well, Eddie, and was not nearly as prepared for what would essentially be a six-day trip as you would have hoped when you arrived at his place.
“This is all you packed?” you asked, “A change of clothes and a toothbrush?”
He gave you that blank sort of stare when something wasn’t quite registering. “And weed,” he added helpfully.
As glad as you were for him knowing what was important, clearly you were not leaving just yet.
Eddie was thinking ahead when it came to the sleeping arrangement though. He had removed the back seats and transferred his mattress to the van. You had to admit the setup was pretty sweet.
When all was said and done, the two of you had him sufficiently packed, secured a cooler, ice, cold cuts, bread, and a generous supply of snacks and drinks to keep you satisfied for 13 plus hours on the road and some for the festival too.
Eddie popped on his aviators, slammed Judas Priest’s British Steel into the cassette player, and started the van with a triumphant flick of the wrist. Windows down and speaker blasting, the two of you took off down the road without a care in the world aside from making it to Dallas in one piece.
The first few hours on the road were total manic bliss. State signs passed as Eddie’s hands drummed against the wheel, the two of you shouting along to The Number of the Beast when it made its rotation onto the tape deck, looking down below at the smaller cars going about life as usual. You caught a lot of glances bobbing along like muppets in the adventure van, much to his delight. He took your hand and pressed his lips to your fingers. “I fuckin’ love you, baby.”
The map took up half the dashboard, and as co-pilot it was your role to direct him. The two of you did pretty good with your roles aside from the one exit that Eddie missed because he got distracted trying to pull up to get a better look at a vintage Austin-Healey cruising down the freeway.
By hour seven he was starting to run out of steam. By hour nine the two of you decided it would be best to pull over at a rest stop and get some shut eye before he fell asleep at the wheel.
Your road-weary bodies hit the mattress with a thud. You giggled to each other as you laid there, giddy about the whole situation. You stroked his cheek with your thumb and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I love you so much, you know that?” you whispered, “I wouldn’t rather be here with anyone else.”
His eyes crinkled as he brushed your hair behind your ear, “I love you more than anything,” he said softly, “Seriously, when did I get so lucky?”
Your head came to rest against his chest as you snuggled up to him under the camping blanket. Windows cracked, the sound of crickets and the hum of the highway lulled you to sleep.
You decided to treat yourselves to a diner for breakfast the next morning. It was a full-on feast. Corned beef hash and eggs sunny side up, pancakes, the whole nine yards. Eddie loved diners. Little mom and pops hole-in-the-wall kind of places where everybody knew everybody and the waitresses had been there for decades, as had the decor. Places where you felt like you felt like a fly on the wall, just rambling through, peering into just another day of the same old thing for the same old people in the same old place. That was the beauty of road trips, and the reason that Eddie couldn’t wait to see the world outside of Hawkins.
The rest of the trip felt like a short stint. A mere four and a half hours later and Eddie was looking for a shady spot to park the van on the festival grounds. It was barely 1 o’clock and the first band had yet to take the stage.
Most of the good spots were already taken, but at this point the two of you would settle for flat ground and a spot that seemed easy enough to navigate back to.
“Ok I’m gonna change my clothes, no peeking,” you said with a wink as you unbuckled your seatbelt and ducked into the back of the van. You wanted it to be a surprise.
Eddie loved to dress you up. Loved you in his t-shirts, his jewelry. Loved to accessorize you with the things that marked you as his.
For this special occasion, you selected black denim shorts so short that the pockets peeked through at the frayed bottoms, an old Black Sabbath t-shirt of Eddie’s that he’d outgrown, cropped so short that it would just barely cover your bra (if you were wearing one), your signature doc martens, and of course your very own denim battle vest.
Eddie had helped you put it together. A patchwork of all of your favorite bands, plus some of his that you had grown to love after many nights of rambling down the road, blasting tape after tape, the warm, sweet mid-west country air blowing your hair wild as you sang along. Your vest became a sewn collage of treasured memories, your favorite being the Metallica patch that Eddie had hand-sewn with dental floss because he ran out of thread. There was a sort of magic to it. A secret spell woven in with each stitch. A love spell of memories past and memories yet to be made.
You checked your reflection in the rear-view mirror of the van. Oh yeah, it flattered you.
It was so hot you were almost tempted to put on that ridiculous black cowboy hat that Eddie found at a gas station when he jump-scared you with “Howdy partner!” as you came around the corner with your twinkies. He insisted on buying it and wore it all the way into Dallas.
Eddie slammed the van door triumphantly and snuck up behind you, grabbing you from behind with playful excitement.
“We fuckin’ did it, baby!”
You turned around to meet his double high-five, hands clasping yours and pulling you into a bear hug. When he finally released his grip, he took a step back and eyed you up and down.
“Careful, I’m not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you,” he said, a boyish grin creeping across his face. His hands came around you again, fingers spreading wide to grab as much of your ass as he could fit in his greedy palms.
“All part of my evil scheme,” you said, draping your arms over his shoulders.
“Ready to go make the other guys jealous?” he asked, totally itching to get out there.
“After we get some sunscreen on. You’re gonna roast like a pig in this sun, Eds.”
“See, this is why I keep you around,” he said with a wink.
You could feel the eyes on you as you sauntered down the row of food vendors. The sweet smell of hot hay laid down along the dirt path wafted through the thick July air. The sunscreen that Eddie so thoughtfully smeared on your inner thighs was slick with every step you took. At this point you were just embracing it, your whole body was already dewy with the sweat that had begun to break from the heat.
Eddie was wearing his usual battle vest over an Iron Maiden t-shirt that he had cut the sleeves off of and a pair of cargo shorts he found at The War Zone. He’d committed to the combat boots despite the sweltering Texas sun.
In Hawkins he was Eddie the Freak, but here he was right at home. It was weird to see someone you were so used to standing out blend right in.
It would seem that Eddie could feel the eyes on you too. The two of you strolled along, hands around each other’s waists, embraced in a sideways hug that let everyone know who you were to each other.
Sometimes he would splay his hand just wide enough to graze the underside of your breast hanging freely beneath your t-shirt with a mischievous smirk like he was getting away with something naughty in public.
Eddie had quite the imagination. You remembered the abject horror on his face when you found one of his Heavy Metal magazines under his bed and thumbed through it curiously, having no clue that you were about to find naked women riding pterodactyls bareback in some post-apocalyptic scene. You remembered the look of surprise on his face when yours was that of delight rather than disapproval.
You remembered how eager he was to touch you for the first time. How restrained he was, not wanting to scare you away by coming on too strong, though it took every ounce of strength he had. How he longed to be touched in a way that would last beyond a quick, one-off fuck like he would have once in a blue moon after a show or a drug deal. You had wondered back then if the novelty of having a real woman to touch any time he pleased would ever wear off for him but it was quite the contrary.
Eddie was a fantasy kind of guy and you lived to be his fantasy. Lived for the wide-eyed look on his face when you did something dirty, suggested something that he had only seen in one of his magazines, surprised him with how perverted you were too. Lived to dress in skimpy clothes and parade around with him.
Eddie had kept his promise that he could not keep his hands off of you. There were so many of his favorite things in one place and you could tell that it was doing things to him. The way he looked at you with your hands in the air jumping around, tits threatening pop out of your cropped shirt. The way he bit his lip when you caught him glancing back at you when you peed behind a tree because the porta-potties were disgusting and too far away. There was no denying it, Eddie Munson worshipped you.
Five bands in one day was a lot, even for Eddie.
By the time Iron Maiden took the stage the two of you were practically delirious from the combination of adrenaline, weed, and heat that had been constant over the course of the day. Voices hoarse from screaming along, legs tired from walking and jumping and standing amidst a sea of people.
You had hung back in the crowd a bit for the other bands, but you both wanted to get as close to the stage as possible for Iron Maiden. Bodies tingling from another discreet smoke session, you weaseled your way back into the sea of sweaty bodies, hand in hand. Night had finally fallen, a sweet reprieve from the relentless sun.
You could feel the electricity from the crowd, the air thick with anticipation. Suddenly you saw shadows moving across the stage.
You squeezed Eddie’s hand and he looked at you as a blinding grin swept across his face, contagious. He laughed and grabbed your biceps, shaking you excitedly.
The crowd roared and the lights flashed to the pounding drums, guitars chugging away to the upbeat opening riff of “Back in the Village”, a danceable earworm.
You grabbed his arms and the two of you started jumping up and down together, deliriously giddy.
You had gotten quite close to the stage, about four bodies back from the front. The set was larger than life. An enormous head sculpture of Iron Maiden’s Eddie mascot in a cyborg helmet from the cover of Somewhere in Time was at the center of everything, the drum set perched on top of it. Two lofted platforms on either side of it with stairs leading down to the stage floor. Two giant sculptures of Eddie’s open palm were perched on both sides of the stage, acting as platforms, fingers extending into the audience.
You could feel the bass deep in your chest, the lights were blinding in radiant colors. You both howled into the night air, the laughter dissolving into the din as it left your mouths.
Everything that was distinctly Eddie had a certain sort of sparkle. A love through osmosis that you felt for everything he loved because it reminded you of him. You were surrounded by it all day, like a big warm hug that you felt at home in.
His wild hair shook as he banged his head and your heart just about burst.
You caught the bug, feeling an insatiable urge to move, to dance, to come alive, to unleash a force within yourself. You let the music sweep you away.
A mosh pit was beginning to form at the center front of the crowd just to your right.
Eddie had talked about mosh pits earlier during Megadeth as you watched the pack of pulsing bodies at the front of the stage from further back in the crowd. He explained that they weren’t supposed to be too rough but sometimes all it took were a few bad apples for things to get out of hand. That it was bad etiquette to push outside the pit. That we all looked out for each other and picked each other up when we fall.
His eyes were wide with excitement, you could tell he was itching to get in there, but there was a hesitation, like he didn’t want to leave your side.
“Go!” you said, giving him a playful shove. He flashed a crazed smile at you before darting toward the pit.
His hair caught the wind as he surged against the other bodies, catching the rhythm. There was a rampant fire in his eyes as he pushed back against wave after wave, fully immersing himself in the pit.
The energy was sweeping, magnetic. You understood why he loved this so much. Metal was fast, alive, and full of drive and energy. Much like he was.
His long limbs fought against gravity, against the heavy shove from the wiry shirtless guy behind him. He pushed back with an animalistic intensity, wet curls bouncing with his body. There was a ferocity in his ragged breath, and a strength in his body that you had never seen before.
It was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen him do.
Suddenly you wanted to move, to feel the surge of bodies pushing against yours. To feel his body push against yours. You were tentative, Eddie had gotten a few bodies deep in the pit and it was pretty intimidating, mostly men.
Your heart raced with indecision. Eddie caught your gaze amidst the chaos and flashed a wild smile. Fuck it. You bolted toward the pit with a boldness that made Eddie’s face drop with shock.
He shouted something but it was lost in the screams of the crowd. You took the cue from the others, shoving against the outside of the pit, and were swept in like a tidal wave. Eddie reached out his arm for you to grab ahold of as others began to crowd in around you.
He pulled you close to him and shielded you with his body as the two of you were met with a forceful shove from behind.
“It’s ok, I can hold my own!” you yelled, giving him a wink. His arms released around you and you gave him a playful shove.
His look was hesitant, but soon replaced by a devilish grin as he watched you shoving against the others to the rhythm. It was a full-body workout. No joke. It was cardio, leg day, and arm day wrapped up into one. The air was thick with the breath of those around you, packed together like sardines, pulsing and swaying and doing everything you could to stay on your feet. Sweaty bodies bouncing like pinballs inside a machine. It was the most alive you’ve ever felt.
Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of you, wouldn’t let you out of his sight. Partially for your safety, partially because you were the most beautiful, feral creature he had ever laid eyes on.
Your eyes met and you cackled hysterically, swept up in the energy. Your bodies clashed into one another and he caught you and released you back on your feet. You thanked him and gave him another playful shove, this time he shoved back. Not hard, but enough. The two of you bounced back and forth against each other for a moment, sweaty arms making purchase, laughing wildly. You didn’t think it was possible to love this boy more and yet he always had a way of surprising you.
There was a pause in the movement as the song came to an end, cheering erupting from the pit. Eddie grabbed you by the waist and ushered you out, knowing there wouldn’t be much time before the next song started up.
You stood there a moment in the space between the pit and the crowd to catch your breath.
Eddie’s hair was stringy with sweat, the wet curls clinging to his face and neck, chest heaving, hands on knees. He looked at you with those wild brown eyes like he could pounce. The two of you locked gazes for a moment, speaking wordlessly. You glanced him up and down, unable to hide the desire in your eyes.
“That was so hot what you did back there,” he said with ragged breath as he closed the gap between you.
Your hands came up under his shirt to scratch gently at his tummy, running your nails against the soft tuft of hair that formed just below his navel. The cheeky grin quickly turned serious, a sort of short circuiting behind his dark eyes.
“I could say the same about you,” you purred into his ear.
Eddie swallowed and pulled you into a searing kiss. You could taste the salt around his wet, soft mouth, his stubble rasped against your upper lip. He brought his hands to your lower back, drawing circles with his itching fingers as the crowd closed in around you.
You turned to face the stage and shuffled to stand in front of him now, his arms still draped around you protectively. His roaming fingers found their way to your bare abdomen, dipping down below the waist of your shorts to run his short nails gently below your navel too. The chill of his rings on your sensitive skin made you react with a sort of shiver, arching backward into him.
“You like that?” his lips were right against your ear.
You couldn’t deny it. His gentle clawing was stirring a deep sort of need inside you.
His chin rested on your shoulder, both of you looking up at the stage as the band chugged away to the purely instrumental “Losfer Words”, your eyes transfixed on the movement and lights, minds and hands wandering elsewhere.
His touch was unrelenting, thumbs stroking up and down your sides, coaxingly. Fingers still so curious, moving further and further south with an agonizing slowness.
You placed your hands over his, feeling him explore you. His right hand traveled upward to thumb the delicate underside of your breast under your t-shirt.
“You’ve been torturing me all day, sweetheart” he mumbled into your neck.
His words sent a tingle to your core. You could feel yourself start to open up beneath his touch as he rolled your nipple in the space between his thumb and forefinger. God damn it. You tipped your head back to rest against him as he continued, left fingers drawing slow little circles on your abdomen.
He turned his head and pressed a kiss into your neck, unable to resist the feast laid out before him.
You couldn’t help but react, a soft moan escaping you as you did. Inaudible amidst the screaming guitar and the drums as they pounded in your chest, but Eddie could feel the approving vibrations against his lips and he flicked his tongue against your salty skin.
Your hand gripped his tightly. “Eddie,” you chuckled, slightly self-conscious. You glanced around. Everyone was transfixed upon the stage. You supposed it looked like he was just giving you a big hug from behind.
His lips and tongue continued a devious path down your neck as you turned to putty beneath him. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you even closer. He was hard already; you could feel it pressing into your backside. He gently nipped at you, a reaction to the pressure.
Your mind went fuzzy for a moment as his teeth found your weak spot. The stage lights flashing, bass pounding, crowd bobbing to the rhythm. You slipped your hand behind you to palm him through his shorts. His mouth broke from your neck at the gesture, an audible moan escaping his lips at the friction he so desperately craved.
“Kinda seems like you’re torturing yourself,” you said with a spacey breathiness.
“Yeah, well maybe I like it a little,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire in your ear.
The wetness between your thighs was unignorable. If he liked torture so much then maybe he should know. You glanced around to see if anyone was looking at you but they seemed to be distracted.
You guided Eddie’s hand to your inner thigh discreetly, coaxing his fingers under the hem of your shorts.
You felt his breath deepen against your back and could almost feel his eyes go wide the discovery beneath his fingers. “Jesus Christ,” he hissed.
“You’re not the only one who’s tortured,” you muttered into his ear.
“You need me to do something about it?” he murmured, a wicked grin flashing across his face as he swiped a greedy finger up your soaked slit.
“Eddie we’re in public!” Your cheeks were beet red and not from sunburn.
“C’mon nobody’s paying attention,” his fingers twirled in little circles around your clit, “I wanna make you feel so good,” he purred into your ear.
It was hard to argue with that logic, especially when half your brain wasn’t working. God damn it. “Eddie,” you whine. He takes that as a yes.
You whimper as his fingers leave your heat, slick smearing across your inner thigh as they do. They streak across your belly as they dip below the waist of your shorts again for better access.
Your hands came over his on the outside of your shorts to shield yourself, trying to look as casual as possible. Absolutely no weird moving bulge to see here. It was dark in the crowd for the most part.
He wastes no time, right hand coming to cup you, middle two guitar-callused fingers sliding on either side of your clit, dipping into your sopping entrance, up and down, just like that, exploring your slippery folds.
His middle finger slipped inside you and curled inward, giving you a quick and well pressured coaxing motion against your ridges that stirred up a deep pleasure.
“Fuck,” You buckled forward and he pulled you back against him tightly.
“You gonna cum in my hand?” he growled into your ear.
“Eddie, please,” you whined, barely audible in the din of the audience screaming as the band chugged along.
He slipped another finger in, digging at your gummy walls with all the fervent intensity that he could muster amidst the confines of your shorts.
Your mind just sort of went blank then, numb to everything but the waves of pleasure being stirred in you by Eddie’s guitar-strong fingers. Nails short from biting them as a nervous habit, soft palm bumping your swollen clit. His hand deep inside you, arm slung around you supporting your weight as your knees threatened to buckle.
Eddie liked to talk at a base level but he was absolutely feral in this state. Unhinged, pent up, hormonal blathering escaped his lips as if your sopping pussy against his desperate fingers unlocked some sort of animal from deep within. You had never been so thankful that your ears might be ringing the next day from the blasting speakers on stage.
“Shit. Feels good, huh? I make you feel so fucking good, don’t I?” he muttered through gritted teeth, “God I can’t wait to get inside you, fuck you senseless.”
Your cheeks were flushed and patchy, the coil growing tighter in your belly. Eddie’s boot bumped against the inner part of yours to spread your legs wider. Your thighs trembled. His skilled fingers were relentless, digging in and out rapidly up to the last knuckle.
You clawed at his arm with a gentle sort of desperation as you whimpered.
“Come on baby,” he cooed as his fingers kept the rhythm as the guitar arpeggiated the wailing chords to a screaming crowd.
“Shit,” you gasped inaudibly as his fingers left your heat and moved to draw rapid circles around your clit.
“Cum for me baby, cum right in my hand,” he muttered into your ear, his fingers frantic.
Your whole body twitched, nails digging into his arm as pleasure began to swell in you. He held you tight to his body as you obeyed, lurching forward as your climax rippled through you, your cries lost in the din of the crowd.
“Good girl,” he said after the waves ceased. He removed his hand from your pants and you turned around to see him sucking your tangy arousal from his fingers.
His voice was hoarse and hot in your ear. “I need to fuck you like an animal right now and I don’t think that was the show these guys paid for,” he said as he grabbed your wrist, “Let’s bounce.”
He turned against the roaring crowd and pushed forward, dragging you and your jelly legs behind him. The two of you surged through a sea of sweaty arms, bodies bouncing and screaming, Eddie shielding you with his body and free arm, looking back at you every other moment to make sure you were ok. A large guy with a buzz cut and pierced eyebrow hollered profanities at you for the disruption. Eddie grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him, spitting profanities right back.
The crowd began to thin as you pushed toward stage left. Finally able to breathe a little easier and hear a little better, Eddie took your hand in his and checked in with you, “You ok, sweetheart?”
You gave him a thumbs up, “Never better!”
“Beautiful, let’s bolt.” And with that his pace turned to running. You ran behind him, hands clasped, watching the wind take his hair as the crowd roared “Run to the Hills”. You tossed your head back and laughed into the night air.
You were both almost out of breath by the time you made it past the rows of vendors to the camping area. You were surprised Eddie was able to find the van in the dark.
His hands came to his knees, panting. You mirrored him and looked into his eyes, skin faintly illuminated by the fire show coming from the stage in the distance. You both just stood there a moment, breath coming in deep gasps, caught in a gaze so intense you couldn’t look away. When he finally regained some composure, he stood up and surged toward you, pinning you with his body against the side of the van, his hands on either side of your head. His was breath still ragged. “I don’t make empty promises, baby. You want it right here or would you like a little privacy?”
There was hardly a soul around, everyone was gathered at the stage. Your eyes glanced down to his lips and back. Your palm met the straining bulge in his shorts. “Open the van.”
He nodded curtly, swallowing. His hands dug through his pockets to find the keys, fumbling with them as he unlocked the back doors. He swung them open almost aggressively and turned to you, taking you by the waist and hoisting you up into the back of the van. You grabbed his arms and felt the flex of his biceps as he set you down.
Eddie climbed in after you, leaving the back doors open. He was already discarding clothing, flinging his vest across the van toward the front seats, peeling his shirt off with a complete disregard for it.
You followed suit, eager to feel his soft skin against yours, against every inch of you. You removed the shorts and soaked panties that peeled away from you, your eyes glancing up at Eddie every few seconds. His cock sprang free as he shoved his shorts down around his ankles, eyes glued to you in the darkness.
The boots were the trickiest part. He sat down on the mattress beside you and the two of you chuckled a little as clumsy fingers struggled with the laces, wriggling your feet back and forth until they loosened enough to kick them off.
Clothes completely gone now, Eddie pounced on you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you down against the mattress with him. He scooted the two of you further up to center yourselves on it as he gripped you tightly.
His mouth was hot against your neck, teeth nipping at the skin below your ear, gently at first, then not so gently. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you,” he mumbled with a crazed little chuckle. His lips traced a devious path down your neck before settling on the spot where it meets your collarbone and sucking hard, making sure to leave a mark.
“Fuck, please,” Your thigh came across his waist, eager to feel as much of him as possible. The velvety brush of his cock against your thigh caused him to moan into the kiss. With a swift movement, he shifted his weight to roll you over onto your back with his surprising strength, his slender waist slotting between your thighs instinctively.
Your hands came to his face, capturing that perfect pout between your lips in a crushing kiss. His saliva-slick lips searched yours eagerly, hot tongues dancing, tasting, needing. The barely-there stubble of his upper lip rasped against yours, the roughness felt good.
You could feel his cock brush against the underside of your ass, the tip gently stamping you as it wept. It took only seconds longer for it to find your sopping, needy center.
Eddie’s hands suddenly came to your wrists, pinning them on either side of your head. He looked down at you, chest heaving with a hungry lust in his dark eyes.
He was beyond ready at this point. Every time you bent over, every time he caught a glance of your thighs as they rubbed together when you walked, every flash of bare flesh under your vest, it drove him crazy. All god damn day you drove him crazy and he wasn’t going to waste any more time.
He whined and began to press into your folds with a primal need. “Ohh pleasepleaseplease,” he begged, pausing right as his pink, swollen tip started to tuck in.
You and Eddie had it all worked out. See, you had actually paid attention in health class and kept a meticulous calendar of your cycle. Condoms on the not safe weeks, none on the safe ones. It was working out, so far. Some of your friends thought you were crazy, and though you felt that you had it down to a science at this point, there was some twisted part of both of you that liked to toy with danger.
“Can I… are we… safe?” he asked breathlessly.
“I… I think so,” you were fairly certain, but if you were honest with yourself, you were desperate to feel more of him inside you, consequences be damned. “I don’t care, please just fuck me.”
His lust-blown eyes met yours, a new fire burning behind them, “Ohh thank you thankyou,” he muttered as he arched into you greedily, bottoming out in one feral snap of his hips.
Any words that you had on the tip of your tongue were lost. There was a deep rumble in his belly as he made purchase. He froze for a moment, centering himself, careful not to absolutely lose himself to your silken heat as it enveloped him. Your ragged breath mingled with his as he hovered above you, damp curls forming a curtain around your faces. You could feel the soft swell of his belly pressing into yours as he breathed.
Eddie rocked his hips into you slowly, drawing out and filling you again fully. He cursed and bit his lip.
Your wrists twisted under his hands impatiently he moved at an agonizingly slow pace. “Eddie please,” you whined.
“You’ve been torturing me all day, it’s only fair I return the favor,” he said, knowing full well he was torturing himself too.
You had to chuckle a little, guilty. “What can I say, it’s hot seeing you all worked up.”
His dark eyes glimmered at the compliment. “Go on,” he said, continuing to draw his length along your ridges at an aggravating pace.
You whimpered, bearing down to feel him as much as possible, he winced and stuttered his hips but continued his tease. “You’re so fucking perfect. So f-fucking beautiful, and clever, and funny and I could just eat you whole, ok?” you said breathlessly as his hips continued their agonizing cadence, “And I want you to want me as bad as I want you.”
A coy smile swept across his face as he rutted into you. “Oh I want you,” he purred.
He released your hands and they came to tangle in his hair, drawing him closer. Your lips mouthed at his neck, tasting the salt from his sweat. You could feel the hum of his throat against your lips as he muttered incoherent praise, quickening the rhythm of his hips.
You moaned into his neck. The deep ache was both building and releasing as he filled you over and over, whining and panting as he drilled into that sweet spot of yours that made you speechless.
You could hear the roar of the crowd outside, the back doors of the van still wide open to the night air. There was little else that either of you cared about in that moment. For you it was just Eddie and his rolling hips and perfect lips, and the soft whimpers that came from them as he became lost in your sweet perfect cunt. Your dewy bodies pressed together in the darkness, fucking desperately, a tangle of limbs and sighs and ecstatic whines as you became one.
“I’ve been wantin’ to rail you all day baby, all day,” he muttered. Your hands found his back again, clawing at his shoulders with a gentle pressure as you mewled beneath him, feeling so full, enveloped in his scent. The van rocked and creaked with each snap of his hips.
Eddie’s head tipped back, eyes closed, soft pink lips parted, lost in his own pleasure. The faint, warm glow of light from the concert illuminated his hair like a halo. Your breath came in short bursts, rhythmically syncing to his with each steady thrust.
Everything felt fuzzy. The coil in your belly was growing tighter. You grabbed your own knees and pulled them backward so he could fuck deeper into you.
His dark, lust-blown eyes met yours again. “Jesus christ you feel so good,” he said through gritted teeth. “My f-fucking perfect little angel.” He snapped his hips greedily, pounding into you. Your ragged moans mingled in the thick summer air, skin slapped against skin with animalistic intensity.
Your thighs trembled, the aching pleasure too much, and the way Eddie looked above you, wild and feral, biting his lip as he fucked desperately into your sloppy heat. “Oh god,” you whimpered loudly, shaking, practically crying with pleasure.
He twitched, thrusts becoming sloppy. “Oh- oh fuck,” he choked out, flashing you a guilty little look. He’d been wound up so tight you were surprised he even lasted this long.
“Mmm come on baby, cum inside me, please baby,” you purred at him, dragging your nails down his back.
“Ohh god oh fuck ohh,” he whined, his breath deepening as he approached his climax. He whimpered desperately, hips stuttering, burying his face in your neck as he spilled over, crying out against your skin, rutting as deep as he could go with animal instinct as he claimed you.
The sound of him coupled with the warm flood of his seed inside you caused your breath to hitch. Your hand quickly came between the two of you to circle your clit and you threw your head back in a silent scream as pleasure crashed over you, soft tears creeping out of the corners of your eyes.
Eddie’s hips continued a gentle cadence as you rode out the waves, humming softly at the sound of your pleasure. His hand wrapped underneath your shoulder and gently clawed at you as he babbled a pussy-drunk litany of praises against your neck.
The two of you laid there in the darkness for a moment, bellies swelling against each other until your breath steadied.
“I love you so much,” you cooed, fingers drawing lazy patterns up and down his back.
He shifted his weight to bring his soft, hot lips to yours while he rested on top of you, totally spent. “Oh I love you more than anything,” he said softly, his lips feathering yours as he spoke, “More than metal, more than road trips,” he said, planting another quick kiss between words, “More than Iron Maiden,” he said with a chuckle.
You beamed brightly at him. “You uh, wanna catch the rest of the concert?”
He shrugged, “Only if you want. I’ve seen them before, plus I’ve already got the best seat in the house.”