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"Eddie!" you squealed, feeling your boyfriend's hand catch your ass as you passed by the bed. "Baby, knock it off! I told you, I have to get ready for work."
"Ugh," Eddie groaned. "Seriously? But it's supposed to rain today." He sat up onto his elbows, watching you as you moved frantically around the bedroom. He hated when you had to leave so early for work, but he loved watching you get ready.
The subtleties were the best: the way you cocked your head to put in your earring, showing the long column of your neck, usually sporting a mark that he had given you; the way you'd spray perfume in the air and walk through the cloud instead of spraying it directly on yourself; even the way you tied up your hair, working the strands expertly in your hand and swiping away any loose hairs, was intoxicating.
"And?" you prompted him.
"And I was thinking we could go rent a movie," Eddie offered. He pushed his curly hair behind his ear as you cast him a look, your eyebrows knitted and your lip pouted, and he felt his cock twitch under the covers. Every little thing you did was arousing, and his current fantasy wasn't helping matters at all. "Stay in, get all cuddled up together... Fuck all night, maybe."
You sighed and turned to face Eddie, abandoning your work in the mirror. "I wish I could," you told him. "But I called out yesterday, remember? I've gotta go in today."
"Alright," Eddie said with an exaggerated pout, and his hand snaked under the blankets to touch his cock. He watched you as you turned back to the mirror and reached around behind your neck, securing the clasp of your necklace, and a light mark that he had left winked at him from below your ear, almost inviting him to leave another.
His eyes greedily followed the curve of your body as he started to slowly stroke himself, his hot and tough hand a cheap facsimile of the soft warmth of your hand. Or your mouth, or your pussy... Eddie groaned softly, his thumb swiping across his leaking slit, and he watched you disappear into the bathroom for a moment, his neck craning to watch your every step.
Eddie's mouth fell open as he panted and tightened his hand just a little, trying to recreate the feel of you, and his other hand grabbed at the bedsheets to keep himself covered as his hips jerked forward. He could hear you behind the closed bathroom door, running the tap and humming something, and he tried to imagine what you were doing in there. Likely, you were just brushing your teeth, but he imagined that you were undressing, set on returning to bed with him.
Of course, his imagination was far too kind to him, and he fucked his fist again when he heard your sweet voice. "Ed?" you called. "Can you come help me?"
Eddie swallowed thickly, his hand working faster at the sound of your voice. His thumb smeared precum all over the head of his cock, and the little bit of lubrication was enough to get his hand to slide all the way from hilt to tip. His fingers lightly grazed his balls as he worked, and that familiar white hot fire burned in his quivering belly. "Help with what?" he called back.
"I think my bra's all fucked up," you replied, and the mere mention of your bra was enough to throw him into hysterics. He fucked his wet fist hard, thankful for the blankets that obscured at least some of the lewd sounds of it, and his heart skipped a beat when the bathroom door opened.
You started to ask him something, maybe to check your bra strap, but you were shocked silent by the sight of Eddie, red in the face, jerking off under the covers as if you weren't right there. His breathing was heavy, his chain necklace askew on his throat, his curled bangs falling into those big eyes of his. "What're you doing?" you chuckled.
"You just look so pretty," Eddie told you. "I had to."
"You're sweet," you told him. You looked down at your watch as thunder rumbled outside the trailer door, and you looked back up at Eddie. He had stopped his movements as he watched you, the tip of his tongue pressing against his teeth, and you added, "If you make it quick, I can go in late, feed my boss something about my car breaking down."
"Quick," Eddie scoffed, and he smiled as you stripped off your ugly work shirt. You had been right; your bra strap was twisted. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm just getting started."
