𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 - 𝔈𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔐𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 ¹⁸⁺

Chapter 10 - Hit The Lights

TW: Smut

Louella bit Eddie's lower lip. And then he was grabbing her to him, crushing their bodies together, both hands now gripping her ass as he pressed her against his length. Their open mouths clashed and met, her fingers grappling in his silken hair, dragging against his scalp.

She put a hand on his chest, backing him toward the bed, and he went willingly. The backs of his thighs hit the bed and she pushed him onto the mattress. She stood over him, taking off her shirt. He saw fit that he did the same.

Slowly, she climbed over him, his hands settling on her waist. She traced a finger over the tattoo on his left pec, her nails grazing over his soft skin. She stared into his brown eyes, now dark with lust, as she lowered her mouth to it. She licked over the ink, causing him to groan. She smirked against him and did it again, his grip on her tightening.

She could feel his hardness below her, trapped in his pants. She palmed it, earning another groan from him.

He couldn't take it anymore. He went to flip them, but she had placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him into the mattress and stopping him.

"Nuh uh." Louella grinned, running her tongue over her top row of teeth.

"Fuck, you're killing me here."

"That's the idea."

She began leaving a trail of peppered kisses from his chest all the way up to his neck. When she'd reached the soft skin beneath his ear, she sucked on him.

He became even more restless, his hands on her waist moving upward to take off her bra. She stopped him, hands gripping onto his arms.

"Lou-"

She placed her mouth on his, shutting him up. Eddie parted for her, and as her tongue slipped into his mouth, he caught it between his lips and sucked hard, letting her know precisely how he liked it.

Her whimper was a triumph.

Her hands roved over his chest, desperate for any skin as their tongues met and parted. She began to grind into him, her hips circling his, causing him to throw his head back.

She placed a kiss on the column of neck before backing up. She slid off the mattress and onto her knees. He sat up and watched as she unbuckled his belt. She pulled off his pants and boxers, allowing him to spring free.

Louella's mouth dried out at the sight of him. At the length of him.

He grinned at her shocked expression,

"You all good there, sweetheart?"

She looked up at him,

"Mhm."

"Really? Because-"

She ran her nails along the shaft of his cock. That shut him up.

"Tell me Eddie... how do you like it? Gentle?" Louella asked as she made a feather-soft pass over him, squeezing lightly.

He shook his head. She stroked him again, harder this time.

"How about this?"

He leaned his head back, his teeth shining as he gritted them. But he shook his head.

Eddie's breath began to quicken as she did it again, this time even harder, letting her nails graze up the side and twisting her fist as she reached the tip.

She spat on her other hand before adding it. Twisting. Pumping.

"And what about," she purred as she lowered her head, "this?"

She licked across the head, licking up the small bead of moisture already gathered there. Louella sucked the tip as he groaned, grazing her tongue along its underside. She licked up the shaft in one long motion before sliding as much of him as she could fit between her lips.

"Shit," Eddie whispered as she added a hand.

She pulled him out nearly all the way before swallowing him again, letting her throat relax, desperate for as much of him in her mouth as she could fit. This time she dragged her teeth, lightly enough to hurt - just a little bit.

It was torture. The good kind. Eddie was trying to hold himself back so he wouldn't hurt her, but he couldn't take it any longer. So, when she pulled him out nearly all the way again, he slid his hands into her hair and began pushing her head down onto him.

She moaned, a soft encouragement, and he need nothing more. Gripping her hair, her scalp, he began to thrust his hips. Her mouth and hand working in unison, the teeth that sometimes grazed him, teased him and the tightness of her fist was all he cared about.

He fucked Louella's mouth and her moaning had him deciding he'd fuck the rest of her too. She looked up at him again from under her lashes, and he watched as his length disappeared into her mouth. His tip bumping the back of her throat. He clenched his teeth as release gathered in his spine.

"Fuck, that's it. Oh, shit."

Maybe it was the look she gave him from under her lashes, or maybe it was her nails and teeth grazing the side of his cock that was his undoing. Whatever it was... it was glorious. He came with a moan, arcing into her as he spilled himself down her throat. And when Eddie stopped shaking, Louella gracefully slid her lips off him, swallowing every ounce of what he'd spilled into her mouth.

He panted, not caring that his cock was still out, only that she was mere inches away and he was going to fuck her senseless.

Louella rose to her feet, a feline smile plastered on her face. The heat of her gaze threatened to burn him.

"Come 'ere." He said, trying to pull her toward him.

However, she stepped out of his reach, her smile growing,

"Nuh uh."

That's when he realised.

"Lou, I swear to god-"

She bent down and picked up her shirt, putting it on.

"Quinn, you better get over here, right fucking now."

"Not tonight, sweetheart, 'kay? I wanna leave it to your imagination for a while."

She left his room leaving him on his bed, naked and panting.

Louella emerged a few seconds later.

Good. She changed her mind.

But she merely reached over to grab the beer she'd left on his bedside table,

"Don't miss me too much." She winked, copying him from last night.

She left again and he heard his front door open.

Eddie reached over to his window, pulling back the sheet covering it. He watched as she got into her car, waved goodbye, and drove off.

No way she just did that.