I tried to keep all the spice confined to one chapter so people can easily skip to/from it ;)
"Didn't this place burn down?" Rosie said at length, jerking a thumb in the direction of the mall.
Eddie paused with the can half-raised. "Yeah, actually. Huge fire. Burned it to the ground."
"Dustin told me about it."
"Wh-what'd he tell you?"
"Just that he could see it from his house. The orange sky."
"Oh. Right."
"What else would he tell me?"
"Nothing."
"Max's brother died in it."
"Billy."
"You knew him?"
"Same year."
"I'm sorry."
He laughed into his drink. "Don't be. Billy and me were not friends."
"I see."
"He was," Eddie hesitated. "Not good to speak ill of the dead, but Billy was a Grade-A Asshole. He never really bothered me, don't think he even saw me. I saw the way he acted, though."
They finished two each. Rosie tucked the others into the corner of Billy's van, trying not to look too hard at the stained carpet he had laid over the floor. It wasn't fixed properly, and curled up at the edges. At the far side behind the driver's seat was a ripped bean bag.
"It's uh…cozier than it looks."
"You're talking to a girl who lived in her car, remember?"
He coughed. "Yeah."
Rosie adjusted the collar of his shirt where it had crumpled under his jacket. "You really do look handsome, you know."
He flushed, taking the invitation to touch his lips to hers. With her fingers against his pulse, she could easily feel it hammering, and the slight twitching of his hands as they rested against her. The wind picked up, and she shivered.
"Eddie. It's kinda…"
"Come on." He let her crawl past him before shutting the doors. Then dove on her. Rosie let out a yelp, but pulled him down further all the same, feeling a sharp thrill at the weight of him. Despite the chill that still crept into the vehicle, he helped her unbutton his shirt, hissing at the icy fingers that stroked his skin.
Eddie tasted of beer now, and groaned sweetly when she opened her mouth to suck on his tongue. Another groan as she undid the front of her dress and pressed his hand to her. All she wanted was him, to feel him and have him touching her, so that's what he did, and he did it well.
One of his hands ran up her back to thread in her hair, he tugged gently, forcing her to tilt her head. Her breath heightened, even more so as he started to trace little nibbles along her jaw and neck. His other fingers snuck under her bra, and she felt a flash of frost before his mouth was over her nipple.
"Shit." She whispered.
Eddie's face jerked into view. "Is this ok?"
"Yes!" Rosie collected herself. "Yes."
He returned to his ministrations, lapping and sucking on her tits. Rosie's arms slipped around him, feeling the muscles of his back moving as he held himself over her. She pushed him up only to settle better with him between her legs. Eddie broke away slightly when he felt her thighs on either side of him, and two adventurous hands roamed over her knees, pushing her skirt up. Then he paused raising a little to get a better look.
"Huh. It is a snake."
"Wha…?"
He traced the black lines etched along her thigh. "Nice."
"O-oh."
Eddie kissed her breasts again, watching her carefully. "Still ok?"
She guided him back up to her lips, answering against his mouth. "More than ok."
He gave a rumble at that. Pinching her ass. Rosie coiled her legs over his, drawing nails softly across gooseflesh. Kindly asking for him to pleasure her again. He didn't grind this time, but two fingers carefully edged her panties aside.
"Tell me when to stop." He added huskily, lips and teeth not forgetting to tease her.
"Don't stop."
"Mmmm…" He tilted his hand more surely against her, sliding it along her sex. Rosie's hips twitched with it, and she buried her face against his hair.
"Oh."
Eddie's own breathing had a certain hitch to it now, she felt it against her palms. It halted with Rosie's as he inserted one digit, testing her, eyes boring into her, studying every little change in her expression. She tried to hide against his chest but he nudged her back. His own mouth hung open with hers, tongue between his lips with concentration as he added another finger. She grunted embarassingly at the pressure, and his brows shot up, but she only nodded in approval, seeking his kiss again as he toyed with her.
Was she cold any more? Rosie couldn't tell. All she cared about right now was the hand between her legs. Couldn't even focus on kissing him, and Eddie let her go to watch her gasp and moan in his grasp.
"Good?" He pecked her forehead, cheeks, mouth. Did he really need to ask?
"Good." She managed.
"I want to make you…" He bit his lip. "I-I want you to feel good. Is this… um…"
Rosie took a moment too long to consider.
"What do you want?"
"C-could…" It felt great. Should she really ask for more?
Eddie lowered his face right against hers and demaned: "Tell me."
"Could you…?" Rosie reached to his mouth, to the tongue against lip. "Could-?"
His eyes darkened. It came out in a gentle rumble: "You want me to taste you?"
"Yes."
Corners of his mouth twitched up into a grin. "Ask nicely."
She warmed even more. "Please."
"Good girl."
Good girl. "Shit." Rosie tried to cover her face with one arm as he dipped his head, but Eddie yanked it aside, pinning it to the floor of the van. His tongue was hot, and as he proceeded to lap at her she bit back a series of desperate mews. They were still in a parking lot, after all. Eddie didn't seem to care, he Hmmm'ed happily as he worked her with his mouth. Between his fingers and tongue she was a mess, and soon started to writhe, held firmly in place. Much as she tried to bite her tongue, some things escaped her.
"Shit! Oh! Shhhit…" Her hand was bunched in his hair now. If it hurt he didn't mind. She shuddered. "I'm gonna…gonna…"
Even with her affirmations, he didn't stop. Eddie pressed on until they were done. Until she was gasping on the grubby carpet of his rusty van.
He looked down proudly at the mess he had made, a devious glint in his eye. "Happy?"
Rosie laughed in response. Yanking him by the jacket. Eddie was sweet now, stroking her softly. Patient as he tried to seem, she could feel something pressing against her.
"Y-y-you don't have to do that." He said when her hands went to his belt.
"I want to." Rosie shouldered him upright, fumbling with the buckle. "Ok?"
He was nervous again, watching her wide eyed. "I can -"
"But I can, too." She slowed, giving him the opportunity to stop her. Instead, he helped her unto his jeans. When she petted him heavily through his boxers, he jolted.
"It's been a while."
She could tell, and smiled reassuringly up. He really needed this. The poor guy was rock hard when she wrapped her hand around his cock. He moved slightly into her grasp, already seeking release. Feeling fiendish, Rosie made him wait a while longer, moving her hand slowly while she kissed his collar and chest. He gave a small grunt when she licked his nipple. Interesting. Another short yelp when she bit his hip.
"Ok?" She tried again.
"Yes. Please." His voice had dropped several octaves.
That was all she needed. That please was so genuine she almost felt sorry for him. Eddie curled over her as she started to suck and lick at him, throwing one arm up against the wall of the van for balance.
"Fuuuck…"
It was as fun to watch him now as it had been to receive. That tongue of his couldn't seem to stay in his mouth, and his face strained with the effort it took to keep still. When she nearly swallowed him, eyes watering, he gasped, second hand slamming against the van. His eyes snapped open, and he gave her a helpless look. She grinned back. This was easy.
"Like this."
"Do you really have to ask?" Eddie brushed her hair out of her face, thumb on her cheek. "Good girl."
Rosie felt a flutter again. Shooed it away. No. It was his turn. She cupped his ass and urged it forward, inviting him to rock his hips against her mouth. He was uncertain, but proceeded. Hand drifting to the back of her head. She knew Eddie wouldn't last long, and honestly that was a good thing. If anyone passed outside the vehicle they would surely hear him, gasping and swearing and moaning more than a cheap tin can could confine. She felt those last few twitches on her tongue and swallowed him again, letting him spill down her throat.
"Ho-ooly.." He exclaimed, arm struggling to hold him upright. His leg was still jiggling, and he tilted Rosie's face up to kiss him, apparently not caring what she tasted like. "Thanks."
It probably wasn't great to burst out laughing at a man with his pants down, but she couldn't help herself. "You're welcome?"
"I mean -"
"If you like, you can fill out a customer satisfaction survey at the door."
"You're ruining the moment."
Rosie snorted. Eddie sat back finally. Cuddling her for a few minutes. He couldn't drive her home just yet.
