This is the last chapter in this particular story but I love these guys so much that they will be making an appearance or two in a couple of things I have planned for October and my favorite holiday. I just can't say goodbye to them just yet. And warnings abound! Take heed!
It was late spring and Karen Wheeler was invested in her yearly spring cleaning. She had enlisted Mike to help Ted clear some boxes out of the attic so she could fill new boxes and store the things until she deemed it time to clear boxes again. El had been at the Wheeler house, spending the day and watching Holly while everyone else cleaned.
A couple of hours after they'd disappeared into the attic, Mike and Ted arrived back in the kitchen with a few boxes. They needed Karen's approval before carting them off to the second hand store or they'd feel her wrath. It was not their first spring cleaning.
Amongst the boxes was one labeled Mike's Clothes and El was immediately interested.
"Can I look through this box?" El asked, her eyes impossible to refuse if she made eye contact. Karen was not immune.
"Sure, honey. In fact, if there's anything in there you want you are free to have it."
It was old t-shirts from a few years earlier, sweats, and a few sweaters he had outgrown.
El wanted the entire box.
For the next few weeks El wore Mike's old clothes almost exclusively. Mike thought it was adorable.
Except.
There was one pair of gray sweatpants he remembered so vividly and every time she wore them it flustered him. It was the pair he had been wearing the first time he had come in his pants, the first time it wasn't an accidental erection. He had been wearing them the first time he jerked himself off and he remembered everything about it.
He finally said something to her about it, letting her know why he got flustered when she wore them.
El started wearing them even more. She liked teasing him. The day Mike came over to the cabin to help her study, she was wearing them again.
It was a Friday but El didn't mind. Any excuse to be with Mike worked for her. It had been three weeks since she last spent the night with the Wheelers. Hopper was home at the cabin, allowing them to study in El's room with the door open. El still couldn't help teasing Mike while they studied. Her cat Paladin was curled up on the foot of the bed asleep.
"Why again does it make you act weird when I wear these?" El laughed.
Just then Hopper stuck his head in her room and said he had to go to the station. It was getting dark and he didn't want to leave El alone. But Hopper knew Mike wouldn't take advantage anyway. He was Mike Wheeler.
After Hopper left, El resumed her teasing. Mike couldn't take it anymore.
"Did you come in these pants, Mike?" El chided.
Mike tensed and then grabbed her. Their books were still strewn across the bed.
"Yeah I did, and you're about to come in them too."
He wasted no time, closing the distance between himself and his girlfriend and maneuvering her around until she was on her hands and knees, her ass sticking up in the air.
It took El by surprise, a gasp escaping her lips as Mike's large hands squeezed her ass and she could clearly feel him pressing his manhood against her bottom.
"I'm so sick of you teasing me, El," Mike sighed, but his voice registered no disgust. Instead, it was playful and needy, although a part of it told El he was serious and he was indeed tired of being made fun of for coming in those old sweatpants.
"I have to make you come now to see for yourself what it's like. Maybe it will shut your mouth," he added on a more serious note, his hips snapping forward. His cock was already hard and throbbing to be touched and Mike decided to free it, lowering his own pants and boxers to his ass so he could stroke himself.
Ever since they had watched that sex tape, they had continued to dry hump and do other sexual activities whenever they had the chance. It had been a while though since their last time and that only made Mike grow more impatient, his movements soon becoming forceful and erratic as he placed his cock between his girlfriend's cotton clad thighs and rubbed himself over the soft material of her sweatpants, right where her pussy was.
"Oh, god, I wanted this," El breathed as she felt Mike's erection between her legs. Even through the sweatpants she was wearing it felt electric. He was really ramming himself into her, seemingly unable to control himself.
"Mike, you can pull my pants down if you want," El said as she reached down, feeling his hard cock with her hand. She pressed it more into her.
"Or do you want me to come in your pants too? Can you imagine me wearing these around our friends and we both know that we've come in them? You'll know exactly how you made me come in them and how I sounded when I did." El kept talking as Mike kept his rhythm.
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He grinned at the mention of their friends, his thrusts becoming more powerful as he started imagining what El was describing.
Mike was still slightly taken aback by Eleven's sudden speech. He had gradually gotten used to her being more vocal and especially about the intimate things they did and, truth to be told, that was what he was most excited about. Even so, it still surprised him to hear El being so bold and confident, trying to tease him to no end.
He stood his ground, though.
"No, I won't pull them down." He replied sternly, allowing her to grab his throbbing cock and push it more over her pussy, knowing very well that the added pressure would make her release some of the tension built up in her lower region. "I came wearing them and you will have to go through the same thing."
The way he rammed into his girlfriend from behind made her constantly seek ways to support herself, whether it was the bed sheets or Mike's hips that she tried to reach out and hold on to.
Mike saw her struggle and he gently grabbed her arms and placed them behind her back, her wrists tied together with the help of his right hand. She was so fragile compared to him he only needed one hand to hold her in place and he loved the way her head was now buried in the pillows, her ass sticking up way above the rest of her body.
"Are you going to come for me, El? I think this was your plan all along," he grunted, looking down at the way his cock would rub over her clothed pussy.
"Whenever I wear these pants you'll remember this and what I looked like." El murmured while Mike had her hands pulled back and her face was in the pillows. "You can remember how you bent me over on my own bed. But I really need you to touch me. It's been so long Mike. Please don't make me wait."
El was relieved when she felt Mike's long fingers glide underneath the waistband of his old sweats, not stopping until his hand was blessedly touching her pussy. She knew the fabric between them must be drenched but she was just happy to feel his touch.
Mike had reached his left arm around El's waist until he found the waistband of her sweatpants and he could sneak his hand inside. It didn't take long until his warm fingertips rested over her bare clit and he started making circular movements that were accompanied by his cock rubbing on the outside of his old sweatpants.
"Uhn, yeah, like that. You're so good at that. I like feeling your cock, but I have to say it's not as good as when I'm not wearing pants. But I want this. I want to be able to have a secret. I want these to be our come pants and I want to know that when I wear them you'll make me come."
Mike moaned as his girlfriend kept talking. He was pretty sure she had never gone into so much detail before, but it only made his cock throb harder, the blood surging through his member.
"Maybe if you hadn't teased me so much you would've had the chance to feel my cock on your cunt," Mike stated with a hint of playfulness. He kept the rhythm on her clit and his hips, synchronizing his hand and legs the best he could.
"But no...you had to be mean to me," he added soon after, emphasizing the last part with a powerful thrust that only made him stumble forward and on top of El.
The sudden loss of balance made his fingers slip down her pussy and he took that as an opportunity to insert his middle finger inside her tight hole. He groaned at the sudden warmth and wetness, his eyes rolling in the back of his head for a moment.
The entire time El had never let go of Mike's cock, keeping it firmly embedded in her slit, as far as she could anyway while wearing sweatpants and panties. Her hand was slick with his precum and she loved how it felt to hold him in place as he thrust against her.
"I'm sorry I teased you, Mike. I want to feel your cock on my cunt. I was wrong. I was bad." El was starting to lose herself. The feelings were overwhelming.
"What should you do since I was bad? Please don't take your cock away." When Mike fell on her after admonishing her for being mean to him El felt his finger slip inside. Now she had his cock rubbing her clit while his finger was fucking her. That was what she wanted.
"Mike, if you keep doing that you're gonna make me come. I'm gonna come in your pants. It's gonna be all over them. It's gonna be so hard, Mike. I can't do it like you can. I've tried. Oh, shit. Don't stop."
Mike's jaw slacked, his moans filling the air inside the room as he listened to his girlfriend's words carefully. He didn't even know what to wrap his head around first, but one thing was certain: she'd watched the whole tape.
When El had asked him for a copy, he was reluctant at first. He didn't want Hopper to find out and kill him, but that didn't stop him from complying. How could he not when El made sure to kiss every inch of his body as she begged for the tape?
And he knew because he had watched the whole tape. He had watched a woman asking to be punished by a man. It seemed like El took notes and applied this new information right now and every word that escaped her mouth only drove him closer to the edge.
He had no reply for any of that, though. He was way too focused on pretending to fuck her with fast and rough thrusts while he added a second finger, pumping his two digits in and out of her unbearably tight cunt.
"You deserve to come in these pants, El. And I'll never let it go, I'll make sure you always remember this. You'll always remember my fingers fucking your pussy and my cock rubbing over these pants." Mike managed to mumble through ragged breaths, the end of his palm firmly pressing over her clit so he could stimulate her even more.
"You're gonna make me come in them. Your fingers feel so good. I like the way your palm is touching me while your fingers are inside." El could feel him sliding them and out. The feeling reminded her of times in Mike's basement, particularly the time when she had accidentally taken him inside. That was what she was thinking about now, that and how it would look to watch his hard dick actually disappear inside her. She had a feeling it would feel even better than his fingers. She had already decided that she liked how it felt to be stretched out.
"Mike, I'm about to come on your fingers. Please don't stop. Don't stop anything." El pressed harder on his cock, making it rub her clit harder.
"Oh...a little harder...oh god...Mike, I'm coming in your pants..."
El threw her head back, crying out a string of nonsense.
Mike didn't stop for a single second, guiding El through her orgasm as he continued to finger fuck her and stroke his cock between her thighs. He moaned at the same time with her and it almost felt like a competition-who could do it louder? It was hard not to, not when she was describing every little thing in so much detail.
He kept his fingers inside as her inner walls pulsed around them, but his free hand moved to his cock and he started stroking it furiously, his girlfriend's name on his lips the entire time.
"El, I'm gonna come...you're making me come. You're squeezing my fingers so tight, oh fuck..." He whispered, rubbing his erection desperately.
Once he felt El relax around his hand he removed it immediately and brought it to his lips. His eyes were closed and he had no idea if El turned around to watch him or not, but he sucked his fingers clean as he pumped his cock and that was when he came. Tasting Eleven's come on his tongue was the only thing he needed to convulse uncontrollably, his warm semen shooting out of the swollen tip and landing down his tight fist.
El was still breathing hard and while she felt satisfied and happy, she was sleepy. She kind of fell over in her bed, landing on her side.
"That felt good. And now we've both come in these pants." El smiled weakly up at Mike who was on his knees holding his still throbbing cock.
Mike let out a tired chuckle as he looked down at his girlfriend. She seemed content with what he'd done to her and he couldn't wait to hug her tightly, but he needed to clean the come off first.
"I'll be back," he announced and got out of bed. He held his softening cock in his hand on his way to the bathroom and he made sure to clean it thoroughly before coming back to El.
"Now you can't make fun of me anymore," he whispered close to her lips as he lay down next to her form. He inched in and pressed a soft kiss on her mouth, letting his lips linger for a while before he retracted.
Looking around the room, he realized the sun was starting to set and Hopper probably wouldn't be home until later. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of having El to himself for a little longer and as much as he wanted to put that time to good use, he was also tired.
"Let's stay for a little longer like this before we go back to studying," he proposed through half-lidded eyes, already having a hard time keeping himself fully awake. El's embrace was warm and comforting and he couldn't think of anything else he would rather be doing in that moment. From the foot of the bed, he could hear Paladin purring.
When Hopper arrived back at the cabin it was a lot later than he'd planned. The cabin was quiet so he went to check on El and Mike. He peeked into the room. It was dark but the light from the living room spilled in and illuminated their sleeping bodies on El's bed. Paladin meowed, hopping down from the bed. He stretched the way cats do before joining Hopper. Hopper picked him up.
"Were they good, buddy? Did you keep your eye on them?" Hopper let the little black cat nuzzle against his beard. "Yeah, I know. They do look cute. We can't tell them that though. Should we let them sleep?" Hopper was actually talking to Paladin. The cat made a noise that sounded like the affirmative. "Okay then. You want to come sleep with me? I'm gonna have a beer first." Hopper got a beer from the kitchen and he and Paladin retired to his bed where the cat fell asleep and Hopper read a chapter of a Western he'd been working on.
El woke up to her darkened bedroom. She could feel Mike cuddled into her. Squinting into the darkness, her eyes adjusted. Her door was open and she could hear Hopper loudly snoring in his bed.
She looked at Mike, noticing how the moonlight enhanced his cheekbones and his lips. El knew what she wanted. She had wanted it for weeks now but never yet had the nerve to say anything.
Her hands moved down and she started to rub Mike's crotch through his pants. Not satisfied with that, she carefully slipped her hand under his waistband. As her hand touched his naked cock she felt herself get wet. She knew she was but the second she touched him she felt it gush.
When Mike felt a hand on him, his eyes fluttered open. Even so, he was unable to comprehend what was happening. The last thing he remembered was telling El to keep cuddling for a tad longer as the sun was starting to set. But now, as his eyes tried to adjust to the lack of light, he realized it was probably way past his curfew.
He was unable to figure out how late it actually was because he soon realized that the particular hand that had awakened him was actually on his limp cock, stroking him lazily.
He flinched immediately, his eyes desperately trying to find his girlfriend through the dark as he whispered. "El, what's going on? Where's Hopper?"
He sounded confused and frightened, even though he could feel himself getting hard around her delicate fingers.
El thought Mike was cute when he was still all sleepy. She smiled. "He's here. He's sleeping so we have to be quiet." She was still pumping his cock, not too much but enough to cause Mike to get harder by the minute. "Um, Mike? I want to do something different. Would that be okay?"
"Huh?" Mike blinked in shock, his gaze averting to his crotch. He could see a faint shadow of her hand pumping him up and down and he let out a small moan even if he tried his best to not be heard.
"Shit, El..." His eyes widened as he looked back at her. His tone was urgent as he emphasized her name and tried to understand what was happening. "You said he's here? What thing? We can't...ah!" He moaned again, his hips thrusting upwards involuntarily.
El giggled. "It's okay. He sleeps like he's dead. As long as we're quiet he won't know. I've been thinking, a lot, about what happened at your house last time." El continued to stroke him as she spoke, squeezing lightly and toying with the tip occasionally. "When you slipped inside for a second? Um, I want to do that, only I want it to be on purpose and I want it to go all the way in. Could we do that?" She leaned forward and kissed his neck, letting her lips linger on his skin.
"You mean sex?" Mike whispered, his mouth open both in shock and pleasure as he could feel El's lips grazing over his neck. It tickled him and he squirmed for a second, still trying to grasp the concept of his sweet, innocent girlfriend actually asking to have sex while her adoptive father was only ten feet away from them.
Sure, he was snoring. But the bedroom door was still open and they could never pull that off. Or could they? Mike was starting to doubt himself.
And sure, they dry humped and performed oral sex on each other on a regular basis. But actual sex? As in his dick actually penetrating her? He was terrified.
"Well yeah. I want to do that. I don't know when we'll get another chance and it's all I've been able to think about. When I can, I sneak the tape you made for me into the VCR and watch it and I touch myself and I think about us doing those things. Did you know that sometimes they lick each other's assholes too? At first I thought that was weird but the more I watched, the more it looked like they really liked it. But what I really want to know is how it feels to have your cock inside me. I've felt your fingers. I know I like that. I mean, since we've been doing this look at how much more I feel like talking. I want to feel it, Mike. Do you?"
Mike's hips twitched at the mention of what he already knew was called rimming. He had fantasized about doing that to El, but he had never considered the other way around. He had always figured she'd be too grossed out by it but hearing her mentioning it now only made his dick throb harder against her palm and he had to bite his lip and stifle a moan.
And yet, he was still shocked by all of the other things that were coming out of her mouth. She wanted to have real sex. And now.
It wasn't like the idea hadn't crossed Mike's mind. Hell, it had been the thing he had wished for the most and especially after the tape incident.
But actually doing it was a whole different story. He didn't even have a condom on him. He didn't even know what to begin with. Putting your dick in would be a great start, idiot, he thought to himself before snapping out of his trance. They couldn't. There was no way in hell Hopper wouldn't hear them. Although...he's snoring pretty badly, Mike continued his string of thoughts before finally finding the strength to say something back to El.
"I want to, but...I mean...El, are you serious? Tell me if you're not because that's fine we can just talk about it but if you're serious you have to tell me because I'm kind of panicking right now," he murmured as softly as possible, even though his voice sounded more desperate than ever. Her hand on his cock didn't help at all.
"I'm serious, Mike." El's expression, although she didn't realize it, matched the expression she'd been wearing the first time she saw herself in a dress. "I want it. If you're worried about Hopper we can get in the floor. It's quiet there. Unless you don't want to."
"You can put it in just a little and if you don't like it we can stop. I just want to know how it feels...if it feels better than the other things we've done. But if you don't like it we don't have to keep doing it." El looked concerned, so afraid that Mike wouldn't want to.
"No, no, no!" Mike whispered frantically, his hand finding El's face through the dark and he rubbed his thumb over her smooth cheek. He hated seeing her so disappointed and especially over something he actually wanted just as much as she did. If not even more. "I want to. I mean...I'm sure I'll like it. But what about the door? He could wake up and see us on the floor and we wouldn't have time to even stand up," he murmured full of concern. He tried to be rational and think of everything that could go wrong.
El looked at her bedroom door. It started to close, slowly and quietly, stopping when it was just slightly ajar.
"I can't close it all the way but he'll believe a draft shut it that far." El kissed him then. The idea that Mike was into her idea fueled her desire and before she knew it she had his bottom lip between her teeth. She came back to herself, opening her eyes. Mike was smiling at her, though his lip was still between her teeth.
"Do you wanna get in the floor? I know it's hard but on the rug will be better."
Mike contemplated for a few seconds. His dreadful year without El flashed before his eyes, how many things he actually had to endure by himself and how much it hurt to not have her by his side. The thought of ever going through that again frightened him beyond words and he knew that Hopper was partially at fault for his past misery. Mike figured the old man might as well deal with them having sex in case something went wrong and he woke up. Although he hoped he wouldn't.
Taking in a deep breath, he nodded silently and carefully removed himself from El. He crawled out of bed and moved to the floor, making El follow him and they just stood there for a second, smiling at each other dumbly.
He decided to make the first move, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's waist and kissing her lips fully, his tongue wasting no time in slipping past her lips and caressing her own.
His hands moved to her ass slowly and he gave it a slight squeeze before he helped her out of her sweatpants and panties. It was then that he noticed how wet she actually was and he caressed her folds, spreading the wetness over her pussy lips. He was glad he didn't have to worry about himself; his cock had been throbbing ever since he woke up to El stroking him.
El felt Mike's fingers on her and moved her hand over his. "Don't. I want to feel your cock do it. I know what your fingers feel like already." She pulled him down until they were both lying on the fuzzy purple rug that Nancy and Karen had given her for Christmas. Mike ended up on top of El, which is where she'd wanted him. She wasn't exactly sure what it was going to feel like but it seemed to her that the position would give Mike the control he needed.
"Just go slow. And don't worry about me. Just don't stop until it's all the way in. Okay?"
Mike nodded, the emotion already taking hold of him. He sat back on his knees as he slowly pushed his pants and underwear down to his butt. He was scared that the sound of his belt might wake Hopper up, but it seemed like he was still sound asleep as Mike glanced one last time at the bedroom door before hovering over his girlfriend.
He propped his weight on his left elbow, using his free hand to bring his member to Eleven's cunt. The swollen and pink tip of his cock rubbed over her slit a few times before he stopped at what he hoped was her entry.
He had to take a moment and breathe before he could even speak. His heart was racing madly and he gulped louder than he had wanted as he looked into his girlfriend's eyes, trying to find any trace of doubt. He would never forgive himself if she ever regretted this.
"Are you sure?" Mike whispered mere inches away from her face as he maneuvered his tip so he could toy with her entry, but he hadn't pushed in yet.
Looking up at Mike, El felt the tip of his dick at her wet opening. She gave him a half smile, her bottom lip moving between her teeth just after. She had been naked with him on top of her before but this felt different somehow...almost sacred. The feeling of his hips against her smooth inner thighs sent shivers up her spine. She nodded at him. She was shaking slightly but she wasn't sure if it was from excitement or from nervousness.
"Okay. I'm ready, Mike."
El moved her hips, her pussy bumping into Mike's cock.
"Show me what it feels like."
Mike drew in a sharp breath before nodding.
"Okay, I'm coming in."
He could feel El shaking under him and it didn't help that he was just the same, if not even worse. But hearing Hopper snoring profoundly helped him calm down since he figured they were still safe doing this.
As soon as he started pushing in he felt the resistance of his girlfriend's virgin hole. He clenched his jaw tightly and focused on the act, trying to penetrate her as slowly and smoothly as possible, but he realized it might take a while. This was nothing compared to his fingers and he watched El the entire time, his eyes never leaving her face in an attempt to make sure she was all right.
It didn't seem like she was though and although he knew this was supposed to be painful, he still couldn't help but panic. It broke his heart to see her face scrunched up in pain as she tried to adjust to his girth.
He had gotten the tip and maybe a little over an inch inside when he finally stopped, breathing heavily and using the hand that didn't grip the base of his cock to caress Eleven's forehead and push a few strands of her soft hair away from her face.
"Can you handle it? We can stop if you want," he whispered reassuringly.
El had known it might hurt at first. She'd had talks with Max and with Nancy. She had planned for it, being pleasantly surprised when it wasn't as bad as she'd imagined. It definitely hurt though, and she focused all of her energy on making herself relax and open, not wanting to blow the circuits of the cabin or make the lights abruptly turn on or some other thing that would wake up Hopper. She breathed, concentrating on just inhaling and exhaling, and soon the intrusion of Mike's cock was less of an irritant and much more of a stimulant.
"No, don't stop. I'm okay. Keep going."
Mike sighed in relief at his girlfriend's cue to keep going. He didn't know if he was able to stop at just that. It wasn't effortless, though. He had to be slow and careful, he had to resist the urge of pushing all the way in and fucking her hard. But he managed to advance as smoothly as possible, stifling his moans by using his teeth as he bit into his bottom lip.
He was so concentrated on making this as painless as possible for El that he didn't realize he was fully in until his right hand nudged Eleven's pussy lips.
"I'm in!" He mumbled almost inaudibly, but his tone was urgent and shocked as he widened his eyes at Eleven. She smiled at him and he reciprocated the gesture as he rested both of his elbows on either side of her smaller form. "Fuck, El...I'm inside you. My dick is inside you," he whispered against her mouth at the same time he nibbled on her lips.
He still had a hard time not giving in and fucking her immediately but as amazing as it felt for him, he didn't know how El was feeling.
"Are you okay? Do you need a moment?"
His cock throbbed repeatedly inside her and he let out small whimpers, trying to take the feeling in as much as possible. It was exquisitely tight, her walls hugging his cock in all the right ways and he knew he had made it that way. Her insides were now shaped for his cock only.
El knew Mike was buried all the way inside her. It wasn't that she needed a moment, she was just overcome with emotion. This was Mike, the boy who had found her, kept her safe, the boy who had waited for 353 days, not knowing if she was alive but never giving up on her. He was the one who answered her every question, who was always so patient with her, the boy who would fight a swarm of demodogs to keep her safe. She loved him, and she had never been surer of it. Now he was inside her and it made her so happy.
"I'm okay, Mike. Show me what you can do with that cock." El was almost crying but not because she was in pain; she was overcome with love for Mike Wheeler.
Mike blushed at his girlfriend's words. He had no idea what to do in all honesty, but the porn he had watched so far and all the hours spent dry humping with El served him well in that moment. He knew he had to move, he felt the tension building up in his balls as he remained still so he knew he had to release some of it by making some friction.
And so he did, tentatively at first, slowly retracting his cock only to push back in. He held his breath without realizing it most of the time and it only made his moans louder when he finally allowed himself to breathe.
He knew that had to stop, though. He didn't want Hopper waking up and seeing them fucking on the floor so he tried to regulate the air that entered and left his lungs, his breathing becoming more controlled as he picked up a rhythm.
He never dared to pull more than half of his cock out and push back in because he was scared it might hurt El too much. This made his thrusts rather slow and gentle, but enough to drive him insane. He couldn't believe he was finally inside the only girl he had ever loved and he was fucking her tight pussy that was still adjusting to his length.
"I'm fucking you, El...we're really fucking right now," he murmured in awe, letting his eyes travel down between their bodies and moaning as he saw his cock penetrating his girlfriend's cunt.
El was concentrating on how Mike's cock felt sliding in and out of her. She found that her favorite was when he was sliding in, particularly when he was hilted and her clit was rubbed. She was enjoying the sensation of him filling her and then pulling back, only to fill her once more. Maybe her body was more attuned to slight nuances but she loved it right before Mike slammed himself all the way home.
"Yeah, you're fucking me. Do you like it? Because I do. I want you to fuck me forever, Mike. I want to be forever fucked by you." El felt herself quiver as he would pull out and then her desire reignited again and again when he pushed himself back in.
Mike only groaned in response, unable to form coherent sentences as he continued his rhythm. The pace slightly increased in speed as the seconds passed by since he was unable to go slow any longer. It felt too good, fucking his girlfriend's tight pussy and feeling every crevice of her walls as he did so.
He was caught up in the act, panting and forcing his biceps and elbows to keep him from crashing on top of her as they fucked, when he decided to avert his attention to the bedroom door. Everything had been more silent than before for a few seconds and Mike noticed it.
Stopping his movements, he tilted his head towards the door before widening his eyes and looking back at El. "He's not snoring anymore. Did he wake up?!" He asked with alarm but his tone was still hushed. Trying to keep his cock still inside his girlfriend's pussy, he continued to eavesdrop and beg for Hopper's loud snoring to come back.
Almost as soon as Mike had frantically asked, they heard Hopper's snoring resume.
El giggled practically silently.
"He's still asleep." She kissed Mike's nose playfully. The feeling of him slipping in and out of her was intense but she knew she wasn't yet at the point of coming. But in all actuality she didn't care. Having him on top of her, buried inside of her, was what she'd really wanted. She knew now how it felt to have Mike be inside her and she knew it definitely wouldn't be the last time.
"Shhh, don't worry about him. He asleep. Let's just think about you and me. You're inside me, Mike, and I like it. I more than like it. I hope you do too. You feel so good."
A bashful smile formed on Mike's lips as Eleven kissed his nose and he took that as an opportunity to start thrusting again. He was still going slow, taking his time memorizing every inch of her insides and letting out soft moans in the process of doing so.
"I love it. I love you," he whispered sincerely as they locked eyes. He was overwhelmed by emotions. On the one hand, he was horny, his mind fogged up by the delicious feeling of his girlfriend's tight cunt. But on the other hand, he was still just as soft as ever when it came to her. Although his hormones dictated most of his behavior, his heart and soul were fully involved in the process of losing their virginity to each other and he knew there was no other way it could've gone. He loved El too much to not be completely dedicated to her, both body and soul.
Dark strands of hair obscured most of his vision as he hovered over El's half naked form and he kept jamming his cock in and out of her, but the rhythm was increasingly faster. As much as he tried to go slow, it seemed impossible. She felt way too good.
"I don't know if I'm gonna last...long..." Mike warned between thrusts, his lips glued to hers. He could feel his balls tightening and screaming for release and it took all of his might not to come right away.
El found herself meeting his thrusts, the discomfort starting to fade. Even if he hadn't told her she'd have known from the look on his face that he wasn't going to last long. His furrowed brow and slight frown from concentrating gave him away. She wanted to try to remember everything, wanting to be able to play back their first time in her head whenever she wanted.
"It's okay, Mike." El was thoughtful and then grinned mischievously. "You can fuck me for as long as you can. Do you wanna keep your dick inside me? You can decide where you want to come. But it feels good. Mike. I hope you can do it for just a little longer because I like feeling you move inside me."
"No! I-" Mike widened his eyes at his girlfriend. If they hadn't been in the middle of actually fucking he would have reminded her of the Sex Ed lessons she'd had with Nancy and how unprotected sex was risky even with the pull out method. But he couldn't do that, not when he was piercing her insides and his dick twitched with every thrust.
He knew there were a lot of things at stake, but his primal instincts took over when Eleven had stroked his cock and begged him to fuck her. That didn't mean he wasn't aware of the fact that they were on thin ice. Hopper could wake up at any moment and if he wasn't careful enough he might ejaculate inside her.
Even with those things in mind, he couldn't care less at the moment. All he was focused on was fucking El with careful, yet faster than before, thrusts. His hips were moving of their own accord as he just kept looking at his girlfriend.
He decided he loved the way she looked while getting fucked. How her face was still slightly scrunched up but not as much as before and he just hoped that the pain was replaced by the pleasure he was hopefully providing her with.
And yet, as he kept thrusting and moaning, all he could think of was Eleven's words: Do you wanna keep your dick inside me?
It just made him think of how it would feel to come inside her and without even realizing, he started fucking her faster, his breathing ragged as his hips snapped forward until he was balls deep every time.
"Might...come," he warned again, his jaw clenched and his teeth grinding as he continued his efforts.
And then he felt it. It started from his stomach and went all the way to his balls. The tingly feeling that indicated to him he was reaching his climax and he quickly pulled out.
"Fuck, I just fucked you, El. I was inside you, ah, shi-" he groaned as he jerked off on top of her stomach until he came, his lips pressed against hers the entire time. Thick ropes of cum ended up on her bare tummy until Mike milked himself dry and rested his forehead on top of hers.
El watched as Mike's cock unleashed his load. It felt warm as it landed on her stomach. The entire scene was so erotic; Mike describing what had just happened, that he had just fucked her and had just been inside her, and then both seeing and feeling him come all over her. She had liked how his face looked while he was fucking her. She loved how it looked when he came. And now they were both breathing heavy, their foreheads touching like that night at the Snow Ball.
"I love you, Mike," El whispered. "Did you like that? I did. I liked it a lot. I'll do that with you any time."
They heard a loud snore from elsewhere in the cabin.
"We should get back in bed. Want to?" El kissed his cheek, still looking at him with all the love she had.
Mike nodded silently. He wanted to smile, but he was too embarrassed to even move. That was definitely not how he had envisioned his first time with El. It seemed like no amount of jerk off and dry hump sessions could have prepared him for the real thing and he ended up ejaculating prematurely anyway.
"I'm really sorry. Let's go to bed and I'll make it up to you," Mike whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to Eleven's lips.
Standing up on his knees a few kisses after, he looked around the room and decided to use Eleven's panties after getting her permission to wipe his come off her. They managed to hide the pair under her bed and just hoped Hopper wouldn't find them until they ended in the laundry basket.
Once they were fully dressed again, they carefully went back to bed and Mike hugged El tightly from behind, peppering kisses all over her ear and neck.
"I love you so much, El. You're the love of my life and will always be," he whispered in a hushed tone, still careful to not be heard by Hopper. His hand traveled down her stomach and under the waistband of her sweatpants, finding it easier to reach her pussy now that she didn't have underwear on anymore. "That was so amazing...you made me feel amazing. And I want to make you feel the same way if you let me. Or does it still hurt?" He added carefully as he toyed with her pussy lips, rubbing his lanky fingers over her swollen clit and spreading her juices all over.
"I think I'm a little sore but if you'll be gentle I want you to touch me. It still feels like your cock is inside me. I wonder if that's normal. I like it though. It's like my pussy is remembering." El moved her hand down, covering Mike's as his fingers carefully explored and teased. "I like it when you do that, Mike. I like feeling you behind me, hugging me, while you play with me. It makes me feel safe. I like that we get to sleep in my bed tonight." El turned her head, craning her neck to try to make eye contact.
"You're gonna make me come while we lay here together in my bed." She grinned. "I think I'm in love with that idea. And you."
"Me too," Mike grinned back at El. He took a moment to admire how beautiful she was and it seemed like she never ceased to take his breath away. While her neck was still strained so they could look at each other he closed the distance between their mouths and captured her lips in a sweet kiss, the both of them realizing that they were really kissing for the first time after losing their virginity to one another.
His fingers stayed on her pussy the entire time and when they pulled apart he whispered against her cheek. "I'll be gentle. I promise."
And he really was, although her earlier statement played in the back of his head as a broken record. Does she really feel like my cock is still inside her? He bit his lip at the thought of Eleven's freshly fucked hole having his cock memorized and he applied a little more pressure on her clit as his lips went back to nibbling her neck.
Still wet from her first session of fucking just moments earlier, El pushed herself backwards, wanting to be as close to Mike as she could get. She liked how his arms felt around her, how he smelled, she liked feeling and hearing him breathe as his excitement grew from touching her. Her hand was still guiding his, not that he needed help, but she liked feeling his fingers work and how occasionally her hand would slip and Mike would grab it and put it on her bare pussy, making her touch herself however he wanted. Not being in control in those situations might be my biggest turn on she thought.
And he was nibbling her neck. She loved that. If they hadn't been trying to be quiet she would have been very vocal about it, vocal for Eleven anyway, but they were being covert so she could only think her thoughts. The idea of telepathy crossed her mind and she wished she had that over levitation. It would be quite useful now.
She moaned softly. "Yes, like that. You know just where to touch..." The feelings Mike was stirring up caused her speech to halt. After a few seconds it returned. El started moving in rhythm with Mike's hand, careful to not cause the bed springs to make too much noise.
Mike was unaware of how much pleasure the simple act of pleasuring his girlfriend brought him until his cock was to its full potential again and aching to be touched. He didn't even bother, though, too enticed by working his fingers in and out of Eleven's cunt or over her clit.
"We just had sex, El. I just fucked you… I still can't believe it." His hot breath fanned over her ear as he spoke, this time replacing his hand with Eleven's and making her finger herself. He loved to control her movements, there was something erotic and dominant about it and he just couldn't help but guide two digits in and out of her sore hole. "Did you like it? Did you like how I stretched you open? Because I did. You were so tight and wet...shit...I can't believe it," he added with a dumb smile plastered on his face.
Hearing Mike breathe those words into her ear made El moan again. He was using her own hand, pushing her own fingers in and out of her hole. She was a little sore but she didn't even care. On the fourth or fifth pass, she wasn't sure which, she laced his index finger in her own and then they were both finger fucking her. As she got more excited she let go of Mike's hand and pulled hers out of her sweatpants, replacing it with her other one, reaching over her head with the hand she'd just removed from her wet cunt until she felt Mike's face. She slipped her sticky fingers into his mouth and he sucked on them greedily. The feeling was almost too much for El.
"Oh god, Mike. Suck my fingers. I'm so close. I'm gonna come on your hand in my bed and it's gonna be hard. Your dick was all the way inside me on my bedroom floor, Mike. You fucked me. I fucked you. I can't believe it." El's breathing was hitching, her words coming out all herky-jerky. "And now you're gonna make me come. Is it okay? Is it okay if I come on your hand?" The question was rhetorical but El thought it sounded sexy to ask. She could barely keep her moaning to a quiet level. It kept getting even louder.
Mike was sucking on her fingers eagerly, swirling his tongue around them and muffling his moans with the help of the intruding digits. But as he kept going, he could hear El getting louder with every flick of their wrists combined on her pussy and he quickly managed to slip his free arm under the pillow that supported her head until it reached her mouth from the other side. He covered her lips immediately to keep her from waking Hopper up with her sounds.
"El, be quiet," he mumbled as he continued to pump his fingers and out of her while still covering her mouth. His palm pressed flat on her clit and he circled it around repeatedly, biting his lip at the erotic sight of his girlfriend's moans being stifled by his other hand.
El was almost at her peak. She knew that Mike was just trying to help her be quiet but his move to cover her mouth was so bold and dominant that El felt herself get wetter and felt her walls begin to tighten. His palm on her clit was enough but everything combined, his palm, his hand on her mouth, his breath in her ear, ignited something in her. She reached back again, this time finding Mike's hair.
She pulled his head as close to hers as she could, gripping his hair. She was writhing against his palm on her pussy while she seductively licked the one covering her mouth. She moaned, not caring if it was loud. Mike was making her come. The hand she had just moved to inside her pants she just kept on top of Mike's as he continued to stimulate her.
She couldn't speak, couldn't announce it with him covering her mouth, so she let the hand that was in his hair slide down, remaining on his cheek. She pushed her ass into him as she felt his palm send her over the edge. Her legs squeezed together, trapping his hand and her own.
Mike gasped when Eleven's hand found his hair and gripped it and he could feel the beads of precum seeping through his boxers at the small, but significant gesture. He didn't complain, though. In fact, he loved it. He loved how dominant they both got in such a short period of time-him making El fuck herself while covering her mouth and her tugging at his hair.
His cock was throbbing and begging for friction and as she starting coming and pushing her ass against him he let out a sharp breath, enjoying the moment while it lasted.
"Look how deep I'm inside you. I can do that now because we've just fucked," he whispered against her ear, letting her ride out her orgasm. "That's it, come on my hand. I can you feel your pussy squeezing me in," he teased her as she continued to pulse around him.
She knew he could feel her trembling and pulsing around his hand. He slowly removed the one covering her mouth. He stopped his movements completely once she relaxed against him, smiling in the aftermath of their actions.
He was still rock hard but he didn't care. What he and El had done tonight was more than he could have ever asked for and so he got used to the idea of having blue balls until he got home the next morning and beat his cock off to the memories of the night's events.
Sighing tiredly, he spun El around in his arms until they faced each other. He pecked her lips gently, his thumb caressing her cheek as they looked at each other.
He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, how he was desperately hoping every moment of his life that she would never leave him again and how much he appreciated every moment they spent together. But his thoughts were soon interrupted by a loud snore that came from outside the bedroom. Hopper. "Do you think he heard us?"
El tried not to laugh. "If he heard us I think you'd know by now. He wouldn't just wait for us to finish. We are okay." She snuggled into him, her face resting on his neck so that she could smell him. She could feel his pulse on her cheek.
"I'm really glad we did it, Mike. I love you. I will forever."
"I will always love you, too," Mike whispered reassuringly, placing a soft kiss on Eleven's head and drifting off to sleep with her in his arms.
A few minutes later the door opened just slightly. Paladin crept into the room and jumped up onto El's bed, moving to the pillows. Purring loudly, the cat kneaded the pillow near Mike's and El's sleeping heads, El still comfortably snuggled into the crook of Mike's neck, before curling up and going to sleep. He was just a cat but he somehow knew that Mike went with El and El was his person. The cat knew he was home as long as these two were around.
Author's Note: This was the most fun to write. Got the muse in my head and she's universal. So much love for my constant, unwavering support, my ego booster. Definitely the reason any of these stories even exist. Better and better...