Secret Lovers - Lucas and El

A thanks to grievesforyou for the inspiration.

They weren't proud of it, in fact they both felt guilty every time. Maybe, in some terrible way, that made it even better. Mike could never bring himself to be rough with her the way she sometimes needed. Max never let him take control of the situation the way he occasionally wanted. It was wrong, and they promised themselves every time it would be their last, but El couldn't help herself when Lucas nodded toward the back door of the arcade. The rest of the party was gathered around Dig-Dug, where Dustin was trying desperately to reclaim the top score, and El knew they could slip away unnoticed for a few minutes.

Alone in the alley behind the arcade, El threw herself at Lucas, her hungry lips seeking his; they had made it almost 3 weeks without giving in to temptation this time, a new record. In one swift motion, he wrapped his arms around her, hands grabbing at her ass and hoisting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as their tongues battled furiously, already feeling the stiff demon in his pants pressing hotly against her own desire. Glancing around for the right spot, Lucas stepped over to the empty shipping crate from whatever new game had just arrived, and set El down, his hands tracing slowly up her sides.

"So, you just couldn't resist?" Lucas asked, teasing as his hands reached her ribs, his thumbs grazing slowly over her breasts.

"Neither could you," she shot back, a shiver running down her spine, her nipples stiffening beneath his fingertips.

"So what are you going to do about it?" he asked.

Slipping off the crate, El knelt in front of Lucas and undid his jeans, fishing the firm length of his cock out of his pants. Wetting her lips, she swallowed him up, taking it in as far as she could without gagging. Lucas wrapped a hand around the back of her head, contemplating pushing her further. When they had more time, he liked to push until she took him all in, fighting back gags, slobber and tears soaking her face. But that wouldn't work today with only a few minutes to spare, so he just enjoyed the moment.

"Alright, that's enough," he said, pulling out and helping her back to her feet.

With a hand on her shoulder, he pushed her down, bending her over the shipping crate. Reaching up under her skirt, he pulled her panties off to one side, noting their damp heat with a smug satisfaction. Two fingers dove roughly into her pussy, causing El to let out a small yelp. It stung, but fuck if it didn't feel so good.

"You like it, admit it." he growled, his lips inches from her ear.

El could only moan in response, his fingers working their magic deep inside her. It didn't matter, of course; he would have his way with her, and she would take it, because that was their awful, wonderful, satisfying arrangement.

All too soon, he pulled his fingers out, slathering her slick juices up and down the length of his cock. A moment later, he slipped into her dripping pussy, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. He pulled back, and sank in again, setting a hard, quick pace that stoked a fire deep in her core. He pounded away, the weight of his body pressing her hard into the crate. El braced herself, a splinter of wood biting into the palm of her hand, the pain a delicious focus in her mind as he filled her tight cunt.

"You like that?" Lucas asked in a low growl. "You like my cock stretching out your little pussy?"

"Yes," El moaned, panting hard, her body alive with fire.

"Tell me how much you like it."

"Mmm, your cock is so big, stretching me...mmmmmm...harder. Please, I need it harder."

Teasing her, knowing she loved it, knowing he needed it, Lucas pulled out almost completely and stopped. El tried to push herself back against him, desperate from him to be inside her again, but he held a firm hand on her hip.

"You want me back inside?" he said, soaking up her desperation.

"Yes." she cried, struggling to work him back in.

"What do we say?"

"Please. Please...just...please. Fuck me."

"And who are you?", his hand coming around her hip and between her legs, teasing at her clit.

"Yours. I'm your little slut. Please...fuck your little slut."

Lucas shoved roughly back into her burning cunt, pounding away and feeling her rising heat, hearing the mewling whimpers in her throat. El came hard, gritting her teeth to keep from screaming. Lucas worked his fingers against her clit, dragging out her orgasm as long as he could. Feeling his own end coming up fast, Lucas pulled out of her and El dropped to her knees, swallowing him just as deep as she could. He would have liked to cum in her pussy, to flood her with his thick, hot cream, but it was one of her only rules if they were going to do this. As much as he was in control, he still recognized she could snap his neck in an instant if he crossed the line.

"Who are you?" he growled again, right on the cusp, knowing her answer always pushed him over the edge.

Looking up and pulling halfway off his cock, a mess of slobber surrounding her lips, El said "I'm your filthy little slut," before tightening her lips and hollowing her cheeks, pulling him over the edge. Her mouth was flooded by his cum, and she swallowed as hard as she could to get it all down. Her lips milked his shaft until he had nothing left to give and his legs began to waver.

Pulling her slowly to her feet and wiping a stray line of cum away from her mouth, Lucas' lips met El's one more time. The controlling force gone, they shared a quiet moment of warm embrace, each of their needs momentarily satiated.

"Last time, right?" Lucas said, his eyes guiltily meeting El's.

"Last time," she agreed, both of them knowing it was a lie, but one they still had to tell themselves.

Their embrace lasted a few minutes longer before they straightened themselves up and went inside. El watched as Lucas made his way back over to the group, while she crossed over to the snack-bar to buy a cherry coke; she needed something to wash the taste of him out of her mouth. Or maybe, just so Mike wouldn't taste him there.