Against all odds || Stranger Things 4 | Hellcheer

Chapter 26 (18+)

Warning: Mature content (explicit sex scene)

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Chrissy meets Eddie's eyes, dark and needy, and lets her gaze trail down to his parted lips, to his bare chest rising up and down to his heavy breathing, to the thin line of dark hair peeking out of his jeans, like an invitation.

He swears under his breath when she undo his belt, again when she zips the fly down, and there it stands, curving over his left groin, still concealed under his boxers. She's trembling from anticipation and fear. She has done a few handjobs but it's not like Jason ever commented on her skills. What if Eddie thinks she's lame? What if she ruins the moment?

Because she never quite know how to start, she just rests her hand flat on his sex. Eddie's fingers dig into her shoulder blades. She allows herself a few seconds to process how the warm and firm shape feels on her hand, then lets her palm and fingers curve around it. She strokes him through his boxers, both eager to free him and intimidated. Eddie shudders.

She finds the courage to pull his boxers down, he helps her by lifting his hips in the air. There's no turning back now, even though part of her wants to run away because the way her loins are burning is sinful. She carefully takes the tip of his sex in her hand. Jason yelled at her once because she scratched him with her nails – she hates that he keeps coming up on her mind now. That she can't help but compare when all that should matter is how Eddie feels in her hand.

She glances up to find him head bent back on the couch, exposing his throat, so tempting for her lips. She contemplates getting up and kissing the pulsing spot over his veins. She contemplates taking her t-shirt off so she can feel his skin on hers – so she can feel his sex pushing against her belly. She squeezes her thighs together.

She looks back at her hand, running her thumb over the precome pearling from his sex. Not sure this is what she's supposed to do. She always thought this looked kind of ridiculous. That she looked ridiculous stroking a man without having any idea what she's doing. Without knowing if she finds the idea of touching something one uses to pee like that disgusting or not. And the hair. And the smell – not his, hers. The smell that comes from her when she wets her panties.

Eddie lets out a groan that pulls her out of her thoughts. She always gets too self-conscious during sex, like the stupid unexperienced girl she is. But that sound...that sound makes her feel like she's doing better than okay, just like the way Eddie's hips thrust forward does. And the anxious thoughts are replaced by something very, very dirty...

She heard some of the girls talk about it, tried to imagine it without really figuring out how to do it and never felt comfortable enough to try it with Jason. But this is supposed to be a boy's favorite and she really wants to please Eddie. It's like walking a tightrope, trying to find her balance through shame, disgust, arousal, the will to do right, the fear to mess up, her own burning desire. The kind of overwhelming that triggers her fight or flight instincts and reminds her she's usually a fighter.

Holding her breath, she curves her back to get her face closer to his crotch, where her hand is still stroking him. He swears when she exhales, his grip tenses on her shoulders. She can't help but find it funny that he keeps calling out Jesus' name when doing something so unholy. The though distract her from her self-consciousness and she surprises herself pressing her lips on the warm skin of Eddie's sex while her hand stops at its base. And because it doesn't feel as strange as she expected, she kisses it again.

One of Eddie's hands leaves her, she sees it clutching on the couch from the corner of her eyes. She licks her lips, kisses again. Eddie tenses under her. She closes her eyes and tentatively licks. Again, it doesn't feel so bad. In her head, the fight between shame and desire has turned into a maelstrom. But Eddie's heavy breathing is short wiring all of that. She opens her eyes and without giving it any more thoughts, rounds her lips around the tip of his sex. The litany of "Jesus" and "Chris" that comes out of him sends a jolt through her loins. She doesn't know what to do, so she moves her mouth around his tip like she would on a popsicle and the litany somehow speeds up. Oh she loves it - the fact that she's making him lose his grip.

But then he's pushing her away and her guts flip - she messed it up! - until she sees him arching up in a groan and he comes. Sperm drips on her hand while his sex softens. She shivers, her mind blank apart from one thought. She did this.

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