Chapter 29:
Mike waited patiently for everything to wind down. He knew that it would be easier to satisfy his cravings once everyone had tired out and gone to bed. Dustin and Lucas stayed up much later than Will, as usual, drinking and talking about things they experienced at college. Everything from girls to parties to bad professors. Mike couldn't relate, so he felt a little left out of the conversation anyways. His mind was elsewhere, even if he could have related. He was stealing glances at Eleven, who sat across from him, listening to Dustin and Lucas intently.
He loved the way she looked when she was so interested, so focused. She was starting at whoever was speaking, absorbing every word she knew and didn't know. Her desire to learn and curiosity were unmatched. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He told the boys he was going to bed, then grabbed Eleven by the wrist and pulled her back into the bedroom.
They knew. He said they were going to sleep, but Dustin and Lucas exchanged knowing glances once they were gone. It was obvious that Mike had something else besides sleep on his mind. They just grinned at each other, clinked the bottom of their bottles, and continued drinking and chatting about their lives away from Hawkins. Meanwhile, Mike dragged Eleven all the way back to the bedroom and locked the door behind them.
Eleven's back hit the bed first, forcing out a little air from her lungs. Before she even had time to suck in another breath, Mike was on top of her, holding her wrists against the mattress and working her neck with his lips and teeth, nipping and sucking at the soft skin, leaving little marks all the way down to her collarbone. They'd still be there later, but Eleven didn't know that hickey's were supposed to be embarrassing, so they wouldn't bother her at all. In fact, she would probably adore them, she figured, since they were put there by Mike.
When Mike reached down for her bathing suit bottoms, Eleven's hand gripped tightly on his wrist, holding it in place. Mike's eyebrows furrowed. He looked up at her with disappointment and concern etched into his features. She wasn't upset, though, as he realized, nor was she even slightly deterred from the intimacy that they both craved. No, that lust was still in her eyes, which only confused Mike even more. She pushed him over, onto his back, then slid down to the end of the bed, between Mike's knees.
"El, what are you doing?" He asked her, sitting up. He watched with intrigued eyes as she got to work untying his swim trunks, then pulling apart the button that held them together until she could drag them down a little. "El, what are you-" He gasped in a breath as her hand gripped him, pulling his member from his trunks so that it was open and free, accessible to her.
"Dustin said something," she told him, rubbing it for a minute. Mike raised an eyebrow.
"He said what?" The jealousy and worry was evident in his voice, so Eleven quickly put his fears to rest.
"Not about me. About a girl. I heard him... talk to Lucas. She used her mouth." Mike realized what she was saying. Eleven had overheard Dustin bragging to Lucas about some girl he had been with before, about receiving oral sex from her, more than likely. He kind of wished Eleven didn't have to hear that kind of guy talk, but she was curious by nature.
"El, you don't have to," he told her, reaching down to rest a hand on her cheek, to brush her hair away from her face, to tilt her chin up so he could look her in the eyes. "I'd rather make you feel good, El. Now and always."
"Does it?" She asked.
"Does it what?"
"Feel good? My mouth?"
"I'm sure it does, El, but..." He trailed off, his cheeks a deep red, spreading down to his neck. He looked away in hopes of hiding his blush, but she still saw. He was a little embarrassed for some reason. Eleven wondered if he ever even felt it before, with the girl who came before her. "But you don't have to do it. Really. You won't get anything out of it."
"But you will," she said, dragging down his swim shorts until they fell away from his ankles completely. "I don't need anything." Mike smiled a little at how much better she had gotten at communicating what she wanted. She was very stubborn when she wanted to be, always sure of herself and what she believed in, what she wanted, and who she cared about. He always admired those things about her. They were what made him fall in love to begin with.
She gave him no more time to protest. Eleven lowered her lips down onto him, around him, taking only the tip into her mouth. She held it there for a moment, a little embarrassed that she wasn't really sure what else to do. Mike was panting now, struggling to hold back his desire for her touch, her kiss, her everything. He reached around to bury his hand in her hair. Eleven pulled away and looked up at him in shame.
"It's okay," he told her. "Just do what feels right. Use your lips and your tongue. Put pressure."
"Okay." She tried again, taking the tip of him between her lips and brushing her tongue over it as she held it there. Her eyes darted up to Mike as he let out a small gasp, and she figured that she was doing it right. She kept using her tongue, running it over the smooth skin of his member. She slowly started to move her lips, up and down, taking in more and more as she got comfortable with it.
Mike had never felt those sensations before. In fact, it was his first time experiencing oral sex. He'd given, but never received. Cathy didn't care much for giving back. Eleven's movements started to become more intentional, more confident, and they were driving him crazy. The heat and the pressure, the stroking of her tongue against him, it was all forcing something to build rather quickly in his gut.
"Wait, wait, wait," he said. His hand reached to push her shoulder away, but something unseen forced his hands down against the mattress at his side, holding them prisoner there. "El, stop it. Not like this. Not too fast. Let me go," he panted, fighting her mental hold on his hands, and fighting the orgasm that was ready to tear through him, She was moving faster down, her lips squeezing him as she worked over every inch with her lips and tongue, down to her throat. She had figured it out, figured out what made him react the way she wanted him to, and she wasn't going to let him stop her from finishing the job.
"Fuck, El, please," he whined, his breathing quickening, becoming more ragged with each passing second. "I can't, I can't, you have to stop. El. El, I-I-" He bit down on his lip as his control slipped, and his climaxed slammed into him at full force. Caught off guard, El backed away from him, not in time to avoid it completely, however. Still, she just grinned up at him as he convulsed for a moment. Her hold on his hands broke, and he gripped the edge of the mattress with them until it was all over.
Mike immediately grabbed her wet towel from the floor and wiped at her plump lips and cheeks.
"I'm sorry," he told her, his cheeks red again. "I didn't mean to."
"I know," she smirked up at him. "It's okay." She rose from her knees and moved to sit on the bed beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Did I do good?" He looked over at her and nodded,
"It was amazing, El."
"I'm happy, Mike."
"Me, too," he said back, kissing the top of her head. "Next time," he added, "it's my turn."
"Your turn?"
"Yeah," he chuckled. "I can do the same for you. Next time, I'm going to make you feel good, El. As a thank you, for making me feel so good." She smiled, wondering what it was going to be like when the tables did turn. He'd be so determined, more than likely, to make it as amazing as possible. She looked forward to it. "That was the first time that's ever... That I ever... you know."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You're the only one who can make me feel like that, El," he promised her, looking down at her. She lifted her head so she could meet his gaze. He took her hand in his, brushing his thumb over her knuckles gently, over and over again, just wanting to show her some kind of affection, some kind of touch. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"You, too," she nodded back. "You saved me."
"You saved me, too," he snorted. "More times than I've ever saved you. I don't think I'll ever get to fully repay you for what you've done for me, but I'm going to try. I promise."
"It's okay."
"No, but I suppose it's not important right now," he smiled at her. Mike leaned down quickly and claimed her lips, kissing her heatedly before laying back. She followed him, falling down onto her side, looking straight at the side of his face.
"Will you stay?" She asked him randomly. "Forever."
"Will I stay with you forever, you mean?" He wondered, and she nodded to confirm her meaning. He nodded back. "Of course I will. I don't want to ever be with anyone but you, El. Not ever."
"But Cathy-"
"Forget about her. I have. I've forgotten about every other girl in this world but you. There's nothing to worry about, El, and I'll prove it to you." Miked touched his lips to her one more time before pulling her closer. "You're everything to me. I'd die before I let you go."
"Me, too," she agreed, curling up against him, happy to be in the warmth of his arms. "I love you, Mike."
"I love you, too, El. Forever."
"Promise?" She asked.
"I always promise. I always mean it. Yes. I swear it. Forever, El."
"Forever," she repeated with a grin, laying her head against his chest. She liked that word, and liked it especially because it was coming from Mike. He meant it; she could tell. Mike wanted only her, and she wanted only him. Forever and ever.
Hey guys! Here it is finally :) My busy weekend is over and I'm home again! Ready to write and rock and roll XD Hope I didn't keep you guys waiting for too long, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter! It's lots of fluff :) I have ideas for future drama and angst too heheeheheheh. Leave a little review for me if you don't mind :D and I'll see you guys soon.
