Losing My Religion

by Magladin

AU where Mike's dad is a fire and brimstone spouting evangelical preacher and El and Mike meet at church. This is SUPER SMUTTY and super angsty. If you're easily offended by church sex or anything like that, maybe this story isn't for you. I'd rate it a hard E if possible. Story is finished and I'll update frequently. Oh, I should mention that THIS IS SMUTTY

5. Chapter 5

Sigh...this chapter is so long (for me). Happy reading!

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Almost as soon as El had gotten back to her room, the taunting started. A couple of kids had seen her sneak out that morning and they immediately gave her hell about it. They even told the house mother and El was punished with extra chores, including heavy ones usually saved for the bigger boys.

And as awful as that was, El's spirits were high. She had Mike to fill her thoughts so she happily scrubbed pots and pans after dinner. She was scrubbing pots on Saturday evening when she overheard a couple of the adults discussing how El was going to be a bad influence on the younger children and that maybe they should look into getting her transferred. She was already 16 anyway. She'd be aging out of the system soon.

When El heard this she almost started crying immediately. She finished the last pot and quickly went up to her room. She was relieved to find it empty so she grabbed her sad old Hawkins High School gym bag that she had found a long time ago, stuffed her few meager belongings into it, and without saying goodbye to anyone crept down the back stairwell and out into the darkness. She was only mostly sure where she was going but she was definitely sure that she couldn't stay at the orphanage any longer.

Not having a final destination in mind didn't help when the cold autumn rain started. While shielding herself under an oak tree helped for a while, she was soaking wet and shivering. She needed a place to stay.

The cabin that she and Mike had found on Wednesday was the first thing that came to her mind. It was dark and she could barely see, therefore taking longer than the last time to arrive there. But once she did, she was rendered speechless.

The place seemed completely different and for a second she wondered if she hadn't accidentally entered some other structure. It was familiar, though. The wooden walls were the same and the thin, cracked windows were identical to the ones she had stared at until she had fallen asleep in Mike's arms days before.

But this time, everything was a lot cleaner. She couldn't see much due to the lack of light entering the small space, but she was still able to spot a new blanket neatly tucked and placed on the beaten up sofa in the middle of the room. It made her curious and she wanted to inspect the rest of the cabin, afraid that someone might constantly come back to this place and rearrange it.

She didn't want to be caught, but she was also tired and freezing from the pouring rain that had soaked her clothes so her inquiries had to wait until the next morning.

It didn't take long until she stripped to her underwear - the only clothing that was still dry and intact- before crawling onto the couch and covering herself with the new quilt. For some odd reason, it smelled like Mike, like pine and fresh laundry, but there was still something sweet that the fabric was missing. Something that made Mike smell like him and something that made El miss him so much right then and wish he was there with her. The warm tears spilling down her cheeks didn't stop until she fell into a deep slumber.

Mike could barely sit still at the breakfast table.

After his rendezvous with El on Wednesday, he had been back to the cabin twice after school, by himself. He spent a few hours each time cleaning it as much as he could, even lugging cleaning supplies out to it. On Friday when he'd gone he had taken another blanket from home, a couple of pillows that he had put in the closet of the bedroom, and some nonperishable food items for the cupboard, like some canned peaches, peanut butter, and a tin of crackers.

He'd even left a jug of water and a deck of cards. And, being thoughtful and prepared like Mike always was, he had left a pair of his flannel pajamas and some socks in the drawer of the dresser in the bedroom.

He couldn't wait to show El. He was hoping she could hang out with him today after church. He didn't even care what they did; he just wanted to be near her.

It seemed like an eternity but finally it was time to leave for church. Mike tried to be cool, not wanting to act weird and be the first one to the car or to actually run into the building when they got there. He focused on breathing.

He waited. He took his seat on the pew where he normally sat. El didn't come sit next to him. The singing started and there was no El. Mike's father started preaching and still no El. Mike looked around. The kids from the orphanage were definitely there.

Could El be sick? Mike wondered.

After the service was over Mike found Kali, the girl who had grown up with El, kind of like an older sister.

"Hey, Kali, is El sick today?" Mike asked, trying to sound breezy.

Kali's brow furrowed. "You didn't hear? El left, or ran away. El is gone. No one has seen her since after dinner last night. I kind of figured she was with you but I see now that you're just as clueless as we are."

Mike couldn't believe what Kali was telling him.

"But it rained, and it's cold. She can't be out there! What if she's hurt?" Mike was starting to get frantic. "Is anyone even looking for her?"

Kali shrugged. "Some kids told on her for sneaking out the other day. The adults were talking about transferring her, sending her away. Like El ever caused a problem in her whole life," Kali said sarcastically. "They don't care about her. Do me a favor, Mike. Find her. Find her and give her everything she never had." With a sad smile Kali left with the other orphans.

The sounds of chirping birds woke El up the next morning. Rays of sun cracked through the windows and made her squint and groan. She didn't want to wake up. It wasn't like there was anything to do, other than to look around the cabin. Someone had been there after she and Mike had been. That was when El jolted up from the sofa and took a closer look around her.

Just like she had barely seen the last night, everything looked clean. Her bare feet stepped on the scrubbed wooden floor and she frowned. The idea of someone else entering hers and Mike's secret place frightened her, but she still wanted to see more.

Having never entered the bedroom before, she didn't know what to expect, but she definitely didn't anticipate it to look so tidy. She carefully walked across the room until she reached the dresser, only to find a pair of pajamas and some socks. Socks that looked familiar.

A flashback of Mike wearing the exact same pair on Wednesday flashed through her mind and she let out a small gasp. It suddenly hit her. Mike was the one who had been here. He was the one who had cleaned up this place and had left all of these things behind.

She walked around the cabin frantically from then on, only to find food and pillows and other things that a normal household would usually have.

The excitement overwhelmed her, and she shakily put the pajamas and socks on before wrapping her own arms around her petite form. They all smelled like him and although she was still unsure of why he had done all of this, or for whom exactly, she hoped he would come back here soon so she could find out.

As she sat on the sofa and slurped on the canned peaches, her mind drifted off to him again. He was probably in church, wondering why she hadn't attended it today. A part of her wondered if he even worried or cared about her disappearance, but she reasoned it out by thinking he would probably only miss the sexual parts of their interactions.

She knew for a fact she would, too, in case they never met again. But that was not the only aspect she was going to miss about him. There was so much more than just those moments of pure euphoria that they spent naked and pleasuring each other. Apart from them, there was also Mike's sweet demeanor, how quirky and smart he was, and how adorably nice he was towards her.

El knew for a fact that if he didn't come looking for her, she would try to find him.

Mike didn't hear anything his mother or father said on the car ride home from church. He was too busy worrying about El. As soon as they pulled into the driveway, he was out of the car and in the house. He quickly changed into regular clothes, today jeans and an Indiana Jones t-shirt with a sweatshirt over it. He yelled over his shoulder as he headed out the door.

"Going to Will's! We're going exploring. Be back before dinner probably!" He didn't wait for permission.

In his backpack Mike had a first aid kit, a turkey sandwich he had made while no one was in the kitchen, a light jacket, and his old supercomm. He was only going on a hunch but if he was right he wanted to have what he needed.

Mike set off toward the quarry side of town. Before he got there he left the road and entered the trees. He was happy that he had a good sense of direction because everything kind of looked the same.

Finally he rounded a bend and his chest swelled when he saw what he'd been searching for. The cabin, just as he'd left it a couple of days ago.

Mike stepped onto the porch and tentatively put his hand on the knob. He stopped.

If she's in there I might scare her if I just walk in. If someone else is in there I might get shot. I'll knock.

With a shaky hand, Mike gently knocked on the door. "Um, hello? Anyone there?" He didn't want to say El's name in case it wasn't her.

El almost jumped out of her skin upon hearing the uncertain knock. But much to her excitement, it was accompanied by the sweetest voice in the world and she didn't hesitate to run to the door and open it widely before jumping into Mike's arms.

He almost fell backwards but his lanky legs firmly stood in place as El hugged him unbearably tight, her arms enveloping his neck and pulling him down to her face.

"You came!" She croaked out and led him inside the cabin as they still hugged.

It felt like a giant weight had lifted from Mike's shoulders when El opened the door to the cabin. He had never been so glad to see anyone. When she threw herself into his arms he thought he might never let go and he actually lifted her off the ground and carried her back into the cabin.

None of his friends would have believed that.

Once inside he kicked the door closed with his foot. He didn't want to let go of her but he set her down on the sofa and sat next to her, her hands still in his, her body so close to his that sitting in his lap would have probably been easier.

"El, I was so afraid you'd left, that you were gone and I'd never-" Mike stopped himself.

"How long have you been here? Are you hungry? Cold? El, what can I do to make it better?"

"Got here last night. But I'm okay." Now, she added to herself and forced out a smile. She didn't want to think about why she went missing in the first place. Not when Mike was around.

He was still the same kind, innocent soul that worried about her even when he didn't have to. She looked perfectly healthy and normal apart from the disheveled auburn locks. She blamed that on last night's rain.

"I ate and I'm not cold thanks to you," she stated in a grateful tone and draped a leg over Mike's in a casual manner. They had been close to each other long enough for her to act this unfiltered around him.

"I recognized the socks and I figured you did all of this, but I don't know why..." Her hand went up to his cheek and she caressed it gently as they looked at each other. "Do you mind that I'm wearing these?"

"Well um, I kinda thought it would be nice to have something here you could throw on in case your clothes ever got like, messy from stuff we do," Mike said sheepishly. "Weren't you scared out here all alone in the dark?"

"I don't mind getting messy if it's you who's doing it to me," she stated sincerely and hopped on Mike's lap. The sound he made when she placed her legs on either side of his thighs was endearing, his lips parting just slightly as he gasped but supported her weight anyway.

"And no, I wasn't scared."

She almost burst out laughing at the thought of ever being scared. She had gone through hell and was convinced that nothing could ever compare to the experiments she had to go through at The Lab, so sleeping in a cozy, cleaned shed was far from ever being a nightmare. Of course, Mike had no idea.

Mike pulled her closer to him and buried his face in her neck. El wrapped her arms around his neck and held him there.

"I was so worried. Kali said you were gone, that you left yesterday, and I was so afraid I'd never see you again. I wouldn't get to say goodbye. I wouldn't get to..." Mike stopped himself again. Sure, what they did was fun and intimate but he didn't think El actually felt the same way about him as he did for her and he didn't want to risk ruining what he had now.

"I'm so glad you're here, El. I'm so happy right now. I know there's a lot you'll have to figure out but for now can we just be here together and forget about the world out there?" Mike had moved his hands to her face, letting his thumbs brush gently against her cheeks, their eyes locked. "We can figure that out later. Can't we?" Without realizing it Mike was pulling her face closer to his and now their lips were almost touching.

"You don't have to figure anything out. I'm not a kid, Mike. I can do this on my own."

Her lips brushed over his ever so softly and she inhaled deeply. That was the scent his clothes had been missing earlier - Mike's scent. His taste whenever their lips touched or her mouth pressed on any other part of his body.

"But thank you...for doing this," she added in a whisper over his mouth and soon pulled herself closer to him.

Their chests were now flush along with their faces, El's tongue darting out in a tentative manner until Mike accepted the kiss.

Mike let her kiss him for a minute before breaking it just briefly.

"I know you're not a kid. But you don't have to do anything on your own, El. I, uh, don't you know I'd do anything for you?" Not having pulled back far at all to speak, Mike needed only shift slightly and then his lips were once again connected to hers, his arms almost impossibly tight around her but he couldn't seem to get close enough.

El tried to ignore the warm fuzzy feeling flooding through her chest at Mike's words. As usual, she rationalized it by thinking the hormones were talking. Mike was a horny teenaged boy and El knew it was only natural for her to have him wrapped around her finger. That didn't mean he actually meant his words.

And yet, she couldn't stop herself from asking

"Anything?"

Her fingers went to the back of his head and she slightly tugged on the ends of his hair, forcing his head to go upward until her lips gained access to his jaw and neck.

"Even if I told you to take your clothes off? Right now?"

She licked his Adam's apple and smirked when she felt it bob because of Mike's gulp.

By anything El could tell Mike had meant more than just the sexual aspect of their interactions and he was probably more than willing to oblige and strip for her, but she couldn't think of anything else she'd rather have him to do at the moment.

"All of them," she added before he could react, her swift fingers moving to the hem of his sweatshirt as she urged Mike to take it off.

Mike didn't argue, didn't make any excuses. He let her remove what she wanted and then he did the rest, laughing as he dumped her off his lap onto the sofa so he could get to his pants and underwear.

"Like this?" Mike asked, standing now since that had been the easiest way to remove his pants. "That was pretty easy. You should demand more when someone says they'd do anything for you. You should make them prove it." Mike grinned down at El, still lying sideways where he'd pushed her off his lap. Mike didn't think her eyes had left him, or that she'd ever looked so pretty.

"Looks like you want to prove it." El grinned and sat up on the couch. Her knees were bent and her feet were tucked under her bottom as she sat in front of Mike, her eyes finally daring to travel lower. Her gaze stopped on his erection and she didn't hesitate to extend her arm until she grabbed a handful of it.

Mike walked funnily towards her, letting himself be led by the grip El had on his dick until the swollen tip was in front of her lips. He gulped again and El had to stifle her chuckle at the sight of it. She could never get over the effect she had on Mike. It was adorable and gave her the confidence to keep going and pleasure him further, despite him hinting that he wanted to prove himself.

"Can I? Or do you want to convince me first that you'd do anything for me? Or to me? Which one is it, Mike?" She teased.

"I'm serious but if you want to make it a game we can do that. What would you want me to do? You have me here, my full attention is yours. I will be your slave, whatever you want."

"M-My what?" El stuttered, visibly taken aback by Mike's proposal.

Just the sheer thought of someone allowing her to take full control and let her do whatever she wanted made her heart beat faster. She was usually the one whose opinion mattered the least. She was an orphan. A freak. But somehow, Mike liked her enough to really want to do anything for her or let her be in charge. The thought of it made her pussy throb.

"I want you to take my clothes off and kiss me. Everywhere," she asked more firmly, proud that she managed not to stutter this time.

Mike heard her but he wasn't sure she really knew what she'd asked him to do. From his feet he pulled her to hers, turning her around so that she was facing away from him.

He slid his hands around her waist, his fingers easily dipping underneath the waistband of the pajama pants she was wearing which were too big and already hanging off her. As he started to push them down his lips found the back of her neck and softly ghosted over the baby hairs there. El instinctively backed closer to him.

"You want me to kiss you everywhere?" Mike kissed the back of her neck, dropping the pants to a pool on the floor. His mouth moved to behind her ear as his hands started fumbling with the buttons on the flannel shirt she was wearing.

"That doesn't seem like much of a chore since I want to do that." The shirt was unbuttoned. Mike pushed her down onto the sofa once more. El was still wearing the shirt but it was only hanging open on her body, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"But tell me if I don't do it right or if you want me to do something different." Mike was on his knees in front of her, already kissing his way up her inner thighs, alternating between legs. He wasn't going to be quick; he was going to take his time and kiss her everywhere like she'd asked, even though he knew she would be rethinking that request quite soon.

El wanted to laugh and tell Mike he could never do something wrong when he acted like this, but she was too busy focusing on his plush lips pressing repeatedly over her burning thighs.

She gave him better access by spreading herself wider, the scent emanated from between legs letting Mike how much she wanted this to happen.

He was as gentle as usual, teasing even, as he planted tiny kisses over her smooth skin and sometimes locking eyes with her. He looked so beautiful between her legs, his dark, lustful eyes boring holes into El's as their gazes met and they told each other how much they both liked it without using words.

"You'll have to do it for as long as I want you to, though. You can't say no," she murmured in a playful manner.

Of course she would never force Mike into doing something he wasn't comfortable with, but the idea of her being in charge even more than usual was too tempting to be turned down. Besides, Mike didn't seem to mind it.

"Why would I ever say no to you? I can't think of any reason." Standing a bit higher on his knees, Mike moved to her abdomen, kissing along near her belly button, dipping down but not getting close to where he knew she wanted him but wasn't saying. So he continued, mindful of the little moans and sighs that would escape as his lips and tongue brushed over her flesh. He deliberately skipped her breasts, moving to drop the shirt from her frame, but when he heard the slight sound of disappointment he knew she had tried to hide he ran his hands over them as he kissed her arms.

"Be patient. I'm going to get every bit of you. Do you trust me?"

"I-I do..." El watched him in bewilderment, her mouth agape as their eyes locked.

She couldn't believe how good Mike was able to make her feel without even touching the parts that ached the most. All he did was press taunting kisses anywhere but where she wanted him to, and yet her pussy still throbbed and leaked with her juices.

"But please..." she lamented and grabbed a handful of Mike's hair. It wasn't rough, but firm enough to let him know how desperate she was and for a second she feared that the act of her being in charge would no longer be taken seriously by Mike.

"Please what? I'm doing what you asked. Do you want me to do something different? Just tell me what you want, El, and I'll do it. That's the only thing I want to do. I just want to make you feel good." Mike knew what she wanted, or maybe she needed it by now, but hearing her say it was too good. No matter how hard he was, hearing El tell him what she wanted him to do to her always made him even harder. "It's okay, El. You can change your mind and I'll still do anything you want. I didn't mean just for a few minutes. I meant I'll do anything always."

"I'm not...changing my mind."

El took a sharp intake of air as Mike's icy fingertips started twisting her nipples ever so slightly. They were erect and aching to be kissed and nibbled on, but Mike was still too preoccupied teasing her by planting kisses on her shoulders this time.

"But it'd be nice if you hurried up." She pouted and reached between their bodies until her delicate hand wrapped around his erection and she gave it a few faint pumps.

"I can go faster but I was just trying to do what you asked me to. Do you want me to keep kissing you everywhere or are there some specific places where you really want me? I want to do a good job. I want to make you happy." Mike kissed her shoulder again before moving to her neck. He liked how she'd lift her head to give him better access and even though she'd spent the night in his pajamas on old worn furniture his nostrils were still sweetly invaded by the scent of French vanilla he had come to associate with El.

Not knowing if he was just trying to tease her or if he was in fact oblivious to how desperate she was, El huffed and gave up trying to ease Mike into what she wanted him to do the most.

"Just kiss my pussy, Mike," she murmured, but despite the words barely coming out as a whisper, she sounded determined. Her legs spread widely and she moved her fingers from Mike's cock to his neck, firmly urging him to lower his head.

Mike scanned El's eyes and saw nothing but raw desire and desperation. Soon she was pulling his head down, closer to her pussy.

"Okay, I'll give you what you want. You only have to tell me you want it." Mike stood up. The floor of the cabin was wooden and his knees were getting uncomfortable. He didn't fail to notice the confused look on El's face but she quickly understood what was happening and helped him by turning sideways on the sofa. Mike climbed onto the couch, the blanket from his house still under them. He gently lifted El's leg and let it rest on the back of the couch, giving him the space he required to fit between her legs.

On his knees, Mike started by massaging her inner thighs with his long fingers, not making an ordeal of it but wanting to take as much care as he could. When his fingers arrived at her center he leaned forward and joined them with his mouth. She was so wet, Mike's chin was covered almost instantly. He went about licking her pussy, teasing her and then fucking her with his tongue. Occasionally with his tongue deep inside her he would reach up and squeeze her breasts, his fingers leaving a trail of her juices everywhere he touched and eliciting soft moans from El.

"You taste so good. Is this what you wanted me to do?"

"Yes..."

El jerked under Mike's touches, her eyes popping wide open when his tongue laved in her juices or thrusted inside her hole. She still felt the need for more and a part of her wanted more than just his fingers later on, but she was scared. Mike was big, she had had him in her mouth enough times to know her pussy would be in agony for the first time, so for now she just tried to enjoy his tongue fucking her repeatedly.

"Do you want to fuck me, Mike?" She blurted out without even realizing what she was saying. It was too late now, though, and she was way too turned on to hold herself back.

"I wonder how your fat...cock...would feel inside me."

He sped up the pace of his lips and tongue, his kisses and licks becoming firmer at El's words and she had to stop and take in deep breaths before she could continue.

"Do you ever think about that?"

Mike wasn't believing what he was hearing. Did she just ask if I wanted to fuck her? He knew she had; he'd heard her quite clearly. What he found hard to believe was that he was in this situation at all.

"Do you wonder that? I wonder all the time, El." Mike continued to lick her, his tongue and lower lip manipulating her clit and making her squirm. "Your mouth feels so good and your hand feels so good, I can't even imagine how it would feel to push my cock into you. I can tell you're tight even with my tongue. Tell me what you think about. Tell me while I try to make you come."

"I think about you...hovering over me...and plunging your big cock in and out of my pussy," she started out of breath, visibly shaken by Mike's tongue working over her pussy.

"And you, oh...that's nice...and you kiss me...a lot. And then I'm on top...trying to take your fat cock and bouncing on it while you touch me...everywhere..."

She stopped right after and grabbed a handful of Mike's dark locks to steady him. Her hips moved on their own accord from then on, her pussy rubbing all over the lower half of his face as she couldn't hold herself back anymore.

Mike could no longer speak as El basically used his face to rub herself off. He didn't mind. He loved having his face in such an intimate place on El and he loved making her come even more.

Mike was sure of it. He loved El. But he had to keep that secret.

While El used his nose and other natural features on his face to stimulate her clit, Mike moved his hands to her ass and held her by her ass cheeks. He liked how his hands almost covered them. He could tell from her moans and gyrations that she was close.

Mike moved his forefinger to her asshole, toying with it softly, and as he heard her cry out her impending orgasm he eased his finger in. El started to tremble violently around that finger in her asshole as well as around his tongue, which was shoved as deep into her pussy as he could go. To Mike's surprise, as El came he felt her fumble for his free hand and she locked her fingers with his.

She kept his fingers in a tight grip as her body thrashed, her walls convulsing around his tongue and her asshole clenching so tightly around his finger Mike found it impossible to pull it out.

He was still, waiting for El to recover from her orgasm before he finally retreated and that was when El pulled him on top of her, her weak legs wrapping around his thighs as they hugged.

"Thank you. That was awesome..." she mumbled over his cheek before kissing it.

Mike's cock was trapped between their bodies and throbbing over her stomach and El didn't hide the grin that formed on her lips as she pulled back to look Mike in the eye. It was his turn now.

"You could just put it in, right?"

Her hand found his cock and she carefully guided it lower along with Mike's body until it reached her pussy. Holding the base of his throbbing shaft, she rubbed the leaking tip over her slick outer lips and toyed with her opening.

"Just like this..." she mumbled, her gaze lowering until she glanced between their bodies where his cock could easily enter her.

"You want to fuck me, right? I know I want you to..."

She took pride into teasing Mike and watching him hiss and gasp at every little touch and word.

"It's your turn now to tell me. Tell me what you think about when you think of us doing it," she urged him along with her fingers tightly wrapped around his cock and stroking it, making the head rub all over her slit.

"El, oh god, what are you doing? You want to-" but Mike's words were stopped by the intense feeling of euphoria as El moved his cock head back and forth over her slit. He didn't know if she was serious or just playing with him but the feeling was something he'd list in his all-time top ten favorite feelings ever.

But maybe this was a game. Mike didn't want to wear his heart on his sleeve so he got more into it, following El's lead.

"I could slide it right in. You're already so wet. Would you like that? I'd have to stuff it inside you and you'd be all full of my cock. Do you think it would feel good?" El was gripping his dick tighter and pumping faster as he spoke so Mike knew she was imagining it too.

"I think about being on top of you like this, because I really like kissing you," Mike lowered his head until his lips caught hers. "And I think about you being on your knees with me behind you because I think I'd like to feel you pushing back on me and, well, you have a really nice ass so I like to look at it. Oh, that feels so good. Does it feel good for you when you rub my cock on your pussy? You're making me so hard. I want to fuck you so bad, El, but it needs to be right. I won't ever force you because I lo-"

Come on, man, don't spill it! "I'll lose respect for myself if I ever hurt you." Nice save, mouthbreather.

"You won't hurt me," El cooed in his ear, her hand tugging at his cock at the same time as she jerked it faster.

She tried to ignore the pang in her heart at Mike's words and focus on the moment instead; how his swollen tip rubbed all over her clit and wet folds and how he heaved on top of her.

"And I know you like my ass."

She smirked and pushed her legs further apart until Mike's cock slipped right between her cheeks and the head rested on her asshole. She continued to stroke his shaft right over her rim, his pre-cum mixed with her own juices slathering her hole.

"I've seen it in that magazine. Girls getting their asses fucked. Maybe we could try that, too. Would you be into that? I would be...I want you to stuff every hole I have."

Mike was getting more turned on by the millisecond, and he'd thought he was as hard as he could possibly get. He loved it when she whispered stuff like this while they were naked and glued together. To look at her you'd never know how truly infinitely sexy she was.

"El, you can have my cock whenever and wherever you want it. There isn't anything I don't want to do with you." Mike sighed as El moved her hand faster. She was still holding him against her wet pussy and with every flick of his cock head against her lips Mike felt himself twitch, all the time getting closer to soaking her pussy in his own come.

"I want to know what everything feels like. I bet your ass is super tight. Do you think it would hurt? I wouldn't want to hurt you. Maybe we should do more research. Maybe we should...oh, just like that, El...get a couple more magazines and see what they do. Would you want to look at that stuff with me? Seeing other people fucking, us trying to figure out what exactly they're doing so we can...El, I'm 'bout to come on you...try to imitate them?" Thinking about looking at porn with El, how they'd probably get naked and try to recreate what they saw, sent Mike over the edge. He looked into El's eyes.

"God yes, I want to fuck you with my fat cock...all your holes. El! Oh, shit!" Heavy streams of warm semen shot from Mike's dick as he came, spraying over El's wet pussy which his cock head had been bouncing against for the last five minutes.

"Keep pumping. Please don't stop." Mike was looking down, watching as semen spurted over her lips, her inner lips as well, and shrouded her clit in milky white cream.

El did as she was told, her swift fingers milking Mike's cock dry until he stopped shaking. She took a look at him right after and she couldn't help but smile. He looked so beautiful, his pale skin flushed, the sweat sticking his damp hair to his forehead as he watched her and kept his mouth parted.

"You came a lot..."

She let out a small laugh as she glanced down at their bodies. Her fingers dipped into some of the sticky semen before she brought it to her lips and licked it right in front of Mike. The look on his face was incomparable.

"Yeah I did...oh geez, El. I came all over you! What if you get pregnant? Damn, I'm so irresponsible. I shouldn't have gotten so carried away." Mike suddenly felt sick as he realized that he'd come all over El's exposed naked pussy, his mind racing with every possible future that could create.

"We need to wash you off." Mike started to get up but his hand was caught by El's. She was smiling at him. "El, this is serious."

"It's fine, don't freak out. Nothing's going to happen."

El had to use both hands to force Mike back down on the sofa, but once she did so, she placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"You're cute when you're worrying."

She wasn't sure she was ready to disclose something so personal with Mike and not because he didn't deserve an explanation or because they were still not comfortable enough with each other, but because El knew Mike would want to know the details and that would only bring out the hurtful truth that she wasn't ready to share with him or anyone else for that matter. Nobody would accept her the way she truly was, El was sure of that. Not even someone as kind as Mike.

"How are you being so cool? I'm freaking out right now?" Mike needed some answers.

"I can't get pregnant." She grimaced, her eyes refusing to meet Mike's.

Mike's face fell. "What do you mean? How do you know?" Upon hearing her declaration he had unwittingly moved closer to her, their knees touching, Mike holding both of her hands in his. "El, you can tell me. I'll never tell."

"I know. It's just…it's not a big deal," she whispered under her breath and squeezed Mike's hands back.

"I found out some years ago. I guess I was born that way?" Her brows quirked up as she tried to downplay everything. Despite that, her heart pounded furiously inside her chest.

Mike didn't know what to think. He really didn't know much about her but realizing that made him want to know everything about her.

"El, I'm so sorry. Does it upset you? Do you think it's a genetic thing? Do you know anything at all about your family? I've lived here my whole life and I know the orphanage just opened a little while ago. Where were you before then?"

"No, I got used to it. It's not like I'm going to have a family one day, so it's fine."

She shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world, but Mike didn't miss the sad smile plastered on her face.

"And I was here in Hawkins the whole time. Before it became an orphanage…it was a lab. I was there the whole time, so I don't know anything about my parents or if it's a genetic thing or not. Not that it matters anyway."

El knew, though. Or at least she thought she had an idea about what it was. It had nothing to do with the genes she was born with. All of the kids at the orphanage had been rendered infertile because of the experiments and the harsh treatments they had been exposed to, but Mike couldn't know that.

"Wait a minute. You were there your whole life? Why? What did they need you for in a lab? El, I'm not understanding. You were just a little kid. Why would they need a little kid? What did they do to you?" Mike was now feeling sick just thinking about a tiny version of El all alone in a cold lab, no one to hug her if she was scared. He couldn't fathom why a small child would be raised in such a place.

"I don't know," she lied, ignoring the stinging tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

Her pulse was racing as dark thoughts and flashbacks swirled through her mind and she found it difficult to hold it all in. She had to, though. Mike wasn't supposed to know. She wasn't supposed to lose the only person who allowed her to be herself and didn't consider her a freak.

"But I'm fine, aren't I?"

The laugh she tried to feign came out as a scoff instead and she was quick to turn her head away as the first warm tear ran down her cheek. She wiped it rapidly before looking back at Mike. The look on his face didn't help her, though. It only made her want to bawl her eyes out as Mike held her tightly to his chest.

"I'm really fine," she lied again in an attempt to reassure the boy that stared at her in disbelief that bordered on horror.

"I'm healthy...apart from the fertility thing. And I'm happy-" Now that I have you, she thought to herself. "I mean, I'm a little weird. I rock myself back and forth to try to fall asleep. I have for as long as I can remember. It soothes me. So you know, if you don't mind a weirdo…"

Mike wrapped the blanket from his house around them both, pulling El even closer to him. It was in no way sexual; he just needed to be as close to her as he could get and seeing her cry made his chest ache. There wasn't really anything he could do about her past, that was over; but as they sat cuddled together on the sofa Mike thought about what Kali had said to him at church and vowed to himself that El's future would make up for anything she'd had to endure before. He would make it his life's quest.

And everything seemed so heavy now. Mike definitely didn't want El to be sad so he tried to think of ways to make her laugh.

"I know what it was. You're some super top secret weapon that the government wanted to mold. Or you're a superhero! Your name is El after all. Are you from Krypton? Like Superman? You know, Superman's name is really Kal-El and his dad's name is Jor-El. Maybe you're his little sister...Mad-El. El for short. Am I even close?" Mike was smiling, El's head tucked under his chin as he speculated about her patronage. "What is El short for anyway?"

El's heart felt full at the references used by Mike. She couldn't even comprehend some of the comparisons he was making, but the way he was voicing them out made her think it was a positive thing. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let some of the weight off her chest, after all.

"Do you promise not to tell anyone?"

Mike nodded and she sighed before pulling her arm out of the blanket. She wore a wristband on her left wrist, one that Mike had noticed before and she hadn't hesitated back then to inform him that it was the only thing she owned from her mother. What Mike didn't know, though, was that the wristband was also covering something.

With shaky fingers, she slowly removed the blue fabric until her wrist was exposed, revealing three inked digits right in front of Mike's widened eyes.

"El from Eleven. 011," she mumbled almost inaudibly.

Mike felt all of the air leave his lungs. He hesitantly traced over the marks with his finger. It wasn't a sticker. It was real. He was still gawking at the tattoo on her arm when her words finally made their way to his brain.

El from Eleven. 011.

"Y-your...they named you Eleven?" Mike was trying to keep it together but hearing that her name was a number, not only a number but that she was catalogued, was causing his heart rate to increase. She was so incredible and this was the life she'd been given? Mike could feel the tears starting to roll down his cheeks. He kissed her left wrist, right on the tattoo.

"Why would they do that, El?" Mike dropped her wrist so he could envelop her in his arms, as though he could ever possibly shield her from the evils of the world.

"Mike-"

El tried to stop him from pulling her into his arms, but it was already too late. He was holding on to her as if his life depended on it and she could feel only warmth and love flooding her body. Mike made it unbearably difficult for her not to cry, but she was determined to be the resilient one. She didn't want his tears, nor his pity. Besides, he already knew too much.

"That was in the past. I'm okay now."

Gently, she pulled away from his embrace until their eyes met and she noticed the tears encompassing his freckles. It broke her heart and she hated it. Mike wasn't supposed to cry for her and he wasn't supposed to care. Not like this.

"The Lab is a good place now. And I met you? So I'm happy."

El forced out a smile and leaned in until her trembling lips pressed onto Mike's salty tears. She kissed them away, her warm hands caressing his rosy cheeks at the same time.

Mike knew there was more to the story but he also knew her well enough at least to know when she was finished discussing a subject. That was okay, he could keep trying. Mike knew he would never give up.

Feeling her kiss away his tears was odd but he welcomed it. If that made her feel like she was in control, like she was in charge of everything that happened in her life, then that made Mike happy. She had spent enough time doing who knows what for people who didn't care for her. It was her turn to call the shots.

"Yeah. Meeting you was the best. I really mean that." Mike let her kiss him some more, not wanting to be separated just yet. When she finally finished and let her head rest again on his shoulder, Mike remembered something.

"Oh hey! I forgot to tell you. When I was here cleaning the other day I found a water pump out back. It's like those old timey Little House on the Prairie ones and the water is cold but it works so this cabin has water. And I checked and the chimney flue is clean so we can heat some up. Would you want me to stay here with you tonight? Tomorrow is a school holiday and I could go home and get a few things, tell my mom Will and I are working on something, which is true but we're not working on it today or tomorrow but she doesn't have to know that, and then I could come back. I could bring you some dinner." Mike hoped she'd say yes because now that he'd had the idea he really wanted to spend the night next to El.

"You'd do that?!" El squealed before her lips pressed into a thin line. She didn't mean to sound so excited. "I mean...dinner sounds nice," she added swiftly and climbed back onto Mike's lap. "And thank you. I need a shower, actually. You could um...go home and do what you have to do while I wash myself, but I need you to show me how to heat the water first. But not right now, okay?"

Her words were a mere whisper over his lips before she kissed him again. It felt different this time and in nothing but a good way. El had never thought opening up to someone would feel so liberating, but now that she had experienced it, she couldn't get enough of Mike's lips pressed over hers as he roamed his hands all over her lower back.

"Sure. Anything you want." Mike's words trailed off as he let himself get lost in her touches and the feeling of her lips on his. So she had been raised in a government lab? She was still quite possibly the most important person Mike had ever met and she was in his lap and she was kissing him and she wanted him to stay there with her that night. There was nowhere in the world Mike would rather be. He'd rather be with El in a run-down old cabin where he had to heat water with fire than be alone on the most pristine of beaches with five star service.

"El, I'm...I'm happy you came here. And I'm happy you want me to be here with you. I...I like how I feel when I'm with you." Mike's hands were on her bare hips, his thumbs so close to her center.

"Better than singing in church?" She teased, her lips now pressed over his neck as she sucked marks onto it. She'd done this to Mike before and while he had freaked out about his parents noticing, they had gotten away with it. Besides, El loved to mark him as hers. Nobody but her had to know she was the perpetrator, but it was enough to excite her.

Mike laughed. "Well I don't know about that. Singing is quite the turn-on. I don't know if you can get me going like a good hymn..." Mike started tickling her and before he knew it he he'd pinned her underneath him on the couch, both of them laughing. They were mid-laugh when their eyes met and something far more serious passed between them, their eyes darkening and their heads moving closer. Maybe it was the gravity of hearing about El growing up in the cold lab, maybe it was unspoken things that were dying to be voiced, but when Mike kissed her then it was more powerful than any previous kiss and Mike thought he could actually feel her thoughts a little bit.

And boy, did Mike like what he felt.

El broke the kiss after a while. As much as she enjoyed the feeling of Mike's plush lips pressed over hers, she knew he'd better leave if he wanted to let his mother know about his plans. Or better said, lie about them.

"You should go. But show me how to make the fire first."

Her fingers traced his delicate features and he nodded solemnly before helping El off him. She wrapped the quilt around her naked form while he fumbled around for his clothes and when he was fully dressed once again, she planted a small peck on his cheek before following his lead to the fireplace.

El looked so small standing there with Mike's mother's quilt wrapped around her. He couldn't wait to leave and get back.

"I brought a box of matches when I came here Friday. They're in the drawer by the sink. You wanna get them while I bring in some firewood? I stacked it on the porch but I want to bring some inside so you don't have to go out. I'm gonna get you water too before I go."

Mike stepped out onto the porch and brought in several logs, setting three of them in the fireplace and stacking the rest beside it. El handed him the matches and he struck one. A small flame caught.

"Okay, you wanna take these smaller sticks here and keep feeding the fire until the big logs catch. It shouldn't take too long. The wood is dry since it was on the porch. I'll be back as soon as I can. I'll bring you a surprise." It never failed to make Mike's heart skip when she smiled at him like she was doing as she took in his instructions. "You can do this." He kissed her cheek as she concentrated on making her fire bigger. "Oh yeah! The water. There's a bucket I'm gonna fill so I'll bring that in and hang it here for you, and there's another bucket I'll fill and leave in the kitchen for drinking."

El waited for Mike to bring the water, her eyes never leaving him.

"Thank you."

Her delicate fingers clutched the blanket tighter around her form before she pulled Mike in with her free arm for one last kiss. He obliged happily, their lips pressing together before El led him to the front door.

Once he was out of the cabin, she did what Mike had instructed her to. He hadn't failed to mention the soap and shampoo he had brought the first time around, nor the fluffy towel smelling just like him that was neatly folded inside the bedroom closet.

El had used all of those to clean her body up and also wash her hair and by the time she had finished, she decided to wait patiently for Mike in front of the fireplace, her wet, auburn locks slightly soaking the pajama shirt she had put back on.

Mike got home as quickly as he could, dashing upstairs to throw a few things in his duffle bag. He grabbed his small radio, his favorite Ghostbusters t-shirt that he figured she could sleep in, a few X-Men comics, and some batteries before heading back downstairs.

"Hey, Mom? Will and I are working on a project so since there's no school tomorrow I'm gonna sleep over tonight. I'll be home tomorrow evening."

Mike's mom was on the phone, nodding her permission and agreement. Mike wasn't even sure she was really paying attention but he got the answer he wanted so he didn't press the matter. He rummaged through the fridge and found some Eggo waffles. He tossed them in his bag and was out the door.

As quickly as he could Mike made his way to Benny's Burgers and bought what he knew El would like to eat. He was back on the porch of the cabin in no time.

"El? It's me." Mike knocked softly on the door. He wasn't sure how she was so fast but he could have sworn she unlocked it, opened it, and had returned to her seat by the fire before he ever even knew what happened.

"Hey, I brought you a burger. I hope you're hungry," Mike said as he stepped inside.

El's eyes lit up within seconds and for the umpteenth time, she didn't know if she should crawl into a corner and cry because of Mike's incommensurable and never-ending care he seemed to have for her or suffocate him in a tight hug. She chose the latter.

"You didn't have to," she grinned mischievously as she helped him with the two bags he was carrying.

After carefully placing the belongings on the sofa, she led Mike and the bag of the food down on the quilt that was scattered on the floor and in front of the fireplace.

"What did you parents say?" She asked through a mouthful of food, savoring the burger just like the first time she had. This time, though, she wasn't so self-conscious about what Mike would think. He never seemed to judge her.

Mike chuckled. "Well I didn't lie, I just kind of didn't give all the details. Mom was on the phone anyway and I don't really think she was totally listening but she nodded and looked at me so I took that as a yes." Mike kicked off his shoes, noting that El was wearing his pajama shirt but apparently nothing else. He pushed the information to the back of his mind.

"I brought a radio so we could find some music and I brought you another shirt to sleep in. Oh! I also found these in the freezer...I thought they'd stay pretty cold if we leave them in that box on the porch. I know you can't toast them but I think they're still good cold. And I brought you some comics you could read if you get bored. I mean, they're X-Men comics and I don't know how interested you are in kids our age with superpowers but it's better than nothing." Mike took another bite of his burger before offering El the fries. "We can share these." He was quiet for a minute. "I...I can't believe I get to spend the night with you tonight. That's...that's just pretty cool."

"It's nice." El smiled before she pulled the comics closer to her form. Her swift fingers turned a few pages to see what they were about and she couldn't help but fear that Mike was suspicious about her identity. The last thing she wanted was to scare him away, but the worries swirling through her head were quickly pushed to the back of her mind when their fingers accidentally met while they both tried to reach for the fries. El chuckled and let Mike go first.

"We could sleep in the bedroom. But it's colder."

Mike nodded and she smiled, admiring the way his dark locks and onyx eyes shined in the fire light. The temptation of bringing herself closer to him was too much to bear and she carefully crawled closer to his body, their knees now touching as she planted her hands on his thighs.

"Are you going to hold me tonight?"

"Do you want me to?" Mike knew the answer but he liked to hear her say it. His brain was firing with a million thoughts, foremost of which was that he was going to share a bed with her. He wasn't exactly sure what would happen. They had done a lot of stuff but there were still thresholds they hadn't crossed. He was determined to let El set the pace no matter how hard he had to fight himself. Their dinner was over, the two of them sitting on the quilt spread out in front of the crackling fire. El's hands were already on his knees so he covered them with his own.

"Of course I will. You know I'd love that, right?"

"Yeah, I know." El leaned in until their lips brushed together and as soon as Mike reciprocated the kiss, she carefully brought herself onto his lap until she was on top of him.

"What do you want to do before we go to bed?" She whispered as they pulled up for air and, for a second, El contemplated whether she wanted to fall asleep at all or not. The idea of spending so much time with Mike without being interrupted seemed too beautiful to be ruined by sleep, but she also wanted to wake up with him by her side.

"Do you want to play cards?" She pecked his lips before her mouth traveled lower down his chin. "Or read your comics? Or do something else?" Her teeth dug into his neck gently as she teased.

"We could play cards," Mike whispered, feeling El's mouth over the skin of his neck. "Or if you want to read we could do that," his hands moved to her shirt, making quick work of the buttons and leaving her exposed. "But I don't think either of us really wants to do that. What do you think?" Mike's hands gripped her torso, noting how warm she was. He pulled her closer, which was some feat since she was already in his lap. He started sucking on her neck, trailing kisses occasionally lower to her chest and then back up to her jaw line. "El, we can do whatever you want."

"I want to do a lot of things with you, Mike."

El heaved as Mike continued to press his lips all over her neck and chest. Her hand found the back of his head and she tugged on a few strands of hair impatiently, her mouth ajar while he kneaded her hips as she gyrated them over his. Their teeth clashed as they hastily tried to kiss.

When they broke apart, she moved her mouth to his ear and sucked on the shell, her tongue occasionally probing and licking the soft skin.

"So I'll let you pick...this time."

El's lips on his earlobe were causing what seemed like all of Mike's blood to rush south. His dick was rock hard. There was no way she couldn't feel it. She was naked after all, his pajama shirt hanging on her open like a big jacket.

"I don't want to do anything you don't want to or aren't ready for. I mean, god, I really want you, El, but I'll be happy with whatever I get. We can just make out here in front of the fire and that would be okay with me. I just want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

Mike kissed her again, feeling her legs wrap around his waist. "Am I wearing too many clothes? Do you want me to match you?"

El didn't give him an answer. Instead, her fingers grabbed the hem of Mike's sweatshirt and she pulled it over his head. Much to her dismay, there was one more piece of clothing but she managed to help Mike take the t-shirt off between haste kisses, her hands then roaming all over his bare chest.

"I'm happy with whatever you want."

Her hips lifted up enough for his pants to go past his knees before she helped him kick them off completely. Now he was laying in nothing but his gray briefs and El could see the spot damping his underwear right where the tip of his cock was before she sat back down on his shaft.

"So tell me...what do you want, Mike?" She continued to tease him, her bare front rubbing over his crotch while she planted butterfly kisses all over his neck and shoulders.

Mike knew what he wanted but he was afraid to say it. There was no going back once they'd done that and he didn't want to think about El possibly having regrets in the future.

Still...she was naked in his lap and she clearly wanted him too. And she was kissing him and making his mind hazy.

"El, it's pretty obvious what I want," Mike breathed as he bucked his hips into her slightly, emphasizing his words by rubbing his cock on her. "But there's really nothing I don't want to do with you. Help me take these off," Mike gestured to his briefs. "I want to feel myself as close to you as possible."

El smiled wholeheartedly as she lowered herself onto Mike's body. It was soothing to know they were on the same page.

Once she took the briefs off she sat a little lower down Mike's knees, admiring his erection glistening and twitching, almost as if it was fighting to stand up instead of resting over his stomach.

She moved a little closer to his shaft and encircled her small hand around the base until it was pointed upward and she could easily wrap her lips around the tip. She sucked on it as if it was a lollipop, making wet noises, then sometimes lowering her mouth until half of his dick was enveloped by her warmth.

She didn't want Mike to come like that, though, and so she stopped and glanced up at him. He seemed in awe, his mouth agape as he watched her through half-lidded eyes. She smirked at him, her pussy now back onto his bare cock and they moaned in unison at the feeling of their bare private parts rubbing together.

"Is that what you wanted? Because I don't really get it. Maybe you should be more specific."

When she asked him questions like that Mike was helpless. There was a confidence about it that made him weak in the knees.

"That's definitely good." Mike held her as she started moving more, her warm wet slit sliding up and down over his rigid dick. If just doing that felt good Mike could hardly imagine what it would feel like to really be inside her.

But he couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Hey, El?" Mike continued to kiss her. El's hands were in his hair pulling herself closer but for Mike it still wasn't close enough. "Do you wanna go to the bedroom? I just...I mean if you want...I really want to be closer. Like inside close."

"No, I don't wanna go to the bedroom."

Mike's whole body froze upon El's reply and, as he stopped completely and pulled back, El could see that he had taken it the wrong way. It broke her heart to see him so alarmed and affected, but she chuckled at how sweet he also seemed.

"Come here," she whispered before standing up and leading Mike to the couch, their hands intertwined.

After pushing him down onto the cushions, she straddled his hips and resumed their initial foreplay. His dick was trapped between his pelvis and El's pussy as she rubbed herself over it and the moans coming out of Mike's mouth only made her want to muffle them with her own lips.

After a while, she stopped the movement of her hips, only to grab the base of Mike's cock and position it over her entry. She maneuvered the shaft over her slit a few times, getting the swollen tip wet with her juices before she took in a deep breath and let herself sink down on it.

"Be gentle, okay?" She asked in a shaky voice, her free hand gripping Mike's shoulder tightly.

This is happening. It's really happening. Mike felt like he was dreaming. He was in an abandoned cabin in the woods with who he thought to be the most beautiful girl ever and they were both naked. More than that, she was about to take his dick into her...she wanted to.

"Are you sure?" Mike felt the need to ask even as he felt the tip of his cock slip inside. He was just barely inside and he could already tell how tight she was. At least from this position she'd have the majority of control so she could go as slowly or as quickly as she wanted.

"Oh god. El, this feels so amazing. I won't hurt you. You take it how you want. You can just use m-me." She was taking more inside, her pussy like a vise around his raging hard shaft. Mike hoped it would never end. His hands moved to her ass and once he was gripping her cheeks El sighed and slipped even further down on him. Mike groaned.

El's jaw clenched and her teeth gritted at the pain. It hurt, but not enough to keep her from sinking herself lower onto Mike's hard cock as she squeezed his shoulders.

It took a full minute until her pussy lips rested around the base of his dick and that was when she stopped and tried to get used to the intruder.

"Give me a second," she murmured almost inaudibly as their eyes locked.

Mike looked so lost in pleasure, his pupils fully blown and his brows furrowed as he heaved and tried to stay still. But even when he was visibly affected by the warmth and tightness encompassing his member, he still looked at El with nothing but love and it made her feel fuzzy on the inside.

"Does it feel good?" She asked over his lips, their mouths now gently brushing against each other and uniting in sweet kisses while she continued to stay still.

Mike had been way off in his assumptions of what it would feel like slide his cock into El's pussy. He wasn't sure there were words for that.

"Feels better than anything ever. You...it's like…like I'm supposed to be inside you." Mike wasn't sure if she was even hearing him, and he understood. The feelings were overwhelming and El's eyes were currently closed, though her face didn't look pained. She was rocking her hips now, causing Mike's cock to be stuffed inside more with each tilt of her pelvis. After a few minutes Mike could feel his balls on her ass. El apparently felt it too because her eyes shot open and locked with his. She reached back to Mike's hands, still cradling her ass, and pulled her cheeks apart further. Mike could feel everything...could feel her tight asshole gently rubbing on the base of his dick and the top of his balls as she started to ride him.

It occurred to him then that El was riding his cock.

"Oh fuck. You feel so good. El, do you like riding my cock?" Mike didn't swear a lot, his father hated it, but he was so caught up in the moment that it felt natural. He loved it when El talked kind of dirty to him. Maybe she'd like that too.

"Because you're doing it like you were born to do it...to ride my cock. It's yours. Do whatever you...oh god...want."

El watched Mike almost in shock. She had never heard him talk so explicitly, but it only turned her on even more and made her hips drop faster onto his as she took his cock in repeatedly.

"I love...it," she mewled and glanced down between their bodies. She could see her pussy sinking onto Mike's shaft but, even more than that, she could clearly hear ever slap of her ass over his balls. It made her moan, the amalgam of senses making her bounce harder and faster onto Mike's dick.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she whispered close to his ear. "It feels really...good. You're...ah...you're splitting me open."

It was then when she realized that they were actually doing it. She and Mike were actually having sex for the first time, just like they had promised each other they would when they had first met. A part of her felt upset as she remembered the details of their compromise, how she and Mike had planned on using each other so they wouldn't enter college without any sort of experience.

But the anger she was feeling slowly subsided when Mike started pushing his hips upward and sending his cock right into her until there was no more place to be filled. It made El yelp and hold on to him tightly, but it didn't take long until she met his thrusts halfway.

"You're sinning...right now...Mike..." She whispered between thrusts, her hot and shaky breath fanning over his ear as she teased him. "Fucking a girl's…pussy...and using...that kind of language..."

"Then I should make it count. If I'm gonna do something wrong then I should do it right." El was driving him crazy. Mike was glad she'd made him come earlier in the day because otherwise hearing her words would have made him shoot his load deep inside her.

"I love...this too. Oh god, El, can you hear it? That's what we sound like when we're fucking." Mike was quiet, letting the sounds of bodies slapping together fill the small room. "That's what it sounds like when your pussy swallows my dick." The site was almost as exquisite as the feeling; El's head slightly higher than his as she milked his cock with her tight pussy walls, her hair stuck to her forehead just barely, skin flushed from exertion.

"I love how you look right now," Mike started. "I love how your legs grip me, how your fingers tug my hair. I love how you feel wrapped around my cock, El. I love how your ass fits in my hands. I love..." Shut up, you wastoid!

It was on the tip of Mike's tongue. He wanted so badly to say it. He was still unsure though so he let his body speak for him. His arms went around her, causing her to press against him. She was still bouncing on his cock and Mike was meeting her every time. He knew he probably didn't have long before her sheer sexiness and the way she was fucking him made him come, probably harder than ever. She was already seeking his mouth with hers and when they connected it was as though both of them were trying to see how far inside the other they could get.

"Will you kiss me when I come? You know you're gonna make me come, right? I'm gonna wait for you though so take your time. I don't ever want this to be over."

"Mhmmm," El hummed in approval, too overwhelmed to use actual words.

She didn't want this to end, either, and she made sure to slow down the pace and move her hips in circles instead of bouncing on top of Mike. His cock was up to the hilt inside her and the motions she was making stimulated her clit, making it rub repeatedly over Mike's burning skin and bringing her closer to the edge.

"You're so big...it's filling me-..." she expressed her gratification with words mumbled into the crook of Mike's neck, but she was cut mid-sentence when he forced his hips upward again and tried to pound her into oblivion.

El responded immediately and resumed her initial actions, her pussy now going up and down on Mike's shaft as her breasts bounced in front of his scrunched up face. There was no more pain by now, having been replaced by sweet pleasure.

"I'm gonna come...I'm gonna...with your dick inside...oh, Mike...that's...don't stop."

She wasn't making any sense; not that she could with Mike's cock plunging into her at the same time she dropped her ass on top of him, and it was only a matter of seconds until she came harder than ever. Her thighs struggled to close but they were kept open by Mike's legs and she soon felt the need to muffle the desperate noises that came out of her mouth by pressing her lips over Mike's and sobbing with pleasure into them as she quivered.

As she started to tremble around him, Mike had two thoughts. The first was El is coming on my dick and this is all I ever want to feel; the second was I love her more than myself.

"Yeah, come for me, El," Mike whispered as their lips crashed and sucked each other. "Come on my cock." And she was; Mike could feel each intense pulse of her walls, pulling him in deeper and massaging his shaft in the process. That was when he felt his balls tighten.

"I'm gonna come too. Keep coming, El. We'll do it together. Keep coming...I'm gonna empty so deep in you. Oh god! Please k-kiss me." He didn't really have to ask because she was right there and already kissing him as much as she could while violently coming all over him but Mike liked asking her. As her lips molded to his Mike's cock twitched and his hips thrust upward and he felt himself come.

"Coming in you. El...coming while you come. Oh god, don't stop coming ever."

Despite Mike asking her to never stop, El knew she had to. Of course, it wasn't before Mike emptied inside of her, warm spurts of come painting her walls white and spilling out of her pussy when she slowly raised herself up then lowered her walls back down onto his cock. She didn't want him to ever pull out and she was going to keep him in as much as it was physically possible.

Their ragged breaths melted together as they heaved and looked at each other with silly grins plastered on their faces. El could swear she had never seen anything more beautiful or pure in her entire life. Mike was glowing and despite the rational part of El's brain telling her that it was probably because of how sweaty he was, she couldn't help but compare him to angel. If there were any on Earth, El knew for a fact that Mike was one of them.

"Don't pull out," she almost begged him, her voice sweet and gentle as she stroked his hair after pushing the damp strands aside from his forehead.

"Okay I won't. Not just yet." Mike knew what she meant. He wasn't ready to be disengaged from her either. He wished they could stay like that forever. He felt himself relax and he sank back into the sofa cushion, El resting comfortably against him from her position on his lap. Mike glanced to the left and spotted the quilt. We must have brought it with us when they moved to the couch. He flung it over them using one hand, still holding El with his other. Once they were covered El snuggled into him more and Mike started drawing circles on her back with his fingers. He felt like he could easily fall asleep right there. He felt happier than he could ever remember.

El lay her head on Mike's shoulder as their breathing evened completely. They sat in total silence, listening to each other's soft breathing and feeling their hearts beating against each other.

Yet for some reason, it almost hurt. Mike had cleaned this place for her, he had brought her food and clothes and he had even been worried when she had disappeared. El couldn't believe that someone could be so caring and selfless without wanting anything in return. Or maybe he did want something. Something he had just had.

Without even realizing, El's mind drifted off once again to a conversation they'd had and an arrangement they had made months ago about how they should try everything together so they wouldn't be inexperienced in college. She couldn't help but wonder if Mike had been so kind to her only to get sex and a few moments of pleasure in return. It wasn't like she was anything special and she knew that. Mike was probably just using her.

It made her sick to her stomach to have these thoughts and she soon got off Mike and pulled the quilt on top of her naked form. She didn't even care that Mike was naked and probably freezing right next to her.

"So are you happy now?" She had no idea how to approach the subject or if she should even do it, so she decided to start it out slow.

Mike was surprised by El's sudden change in demeanor.

"Of course I'm happy. I'm here with you and you just made me feel like, the most awesome ever." Mike smiled at her, thinking maybe she hadn't realized she'd taken all of the blanket. His current opinion of her was that she could do nothing wrong.

El had to fight back the urge of scrunching up her face in disgust. She tried to stay calm, her arm now planted on the sofa as she rested her head in her palm and glanced at Mike. She wished she could just hate him.

"Yeah? I bet you feel that way. I just took your virginity. Now you don't have to worry about college anymore, right?" She inquired furthermore, but still held herself back.

Mike was instantly worried. El wasn't sounding like her normal cheery self. Her voice had taken on a coldness and Mike didn't know why.

"El, what's the matter? Did I do something wrong? What are you even talking about?" Mike reached for her hand but felt a dreadful pang in his chest when she pulled it away, cocooning herself in the quilt, only her head visible.

"I'm talking about what we're doing. You got to see what sex feels like and so did I."

Her eyes narrowed as she saw the bewilderment on Mike's face. He looked hurt, but she wasn't going to let herself be fooled.

"Or let me guess. You like me for who I am and it was never about that?" Her scoff made Mike flinch and she hated herself, but she found it impossible to cease. "Yeah, I guess you could say that if you wanted to keep on fucking me."

Mike felt naked all of a sudden. Gone were the feelings of warmth and intimacy he had experienced just moments earlier.

"I guess you don't know me at all. It's my fault actually for thinking you did. I'm so stupid." Mike stood up, looking for his clothes and finding them on the floor near the fireplace. He started to get dressed.

"This isn't some game, not for me anyway. Again, my fault for thinking it was more. I'm not even going to justify what you just asked with an answer." His pants were on and he was pulling his sweatshirt over his head. "I'm sorry for thinking you thought differently of me, sorry for thinking you thought I wasn't like other guys." Mike was crossing to the door. "I'm going outside. I'm still staying here tonight because that was my plan and can't deal with questions from my parents right now but you don't have to worry. I'll leave you alone. You clearly have the wrong idea about me and I don't think there's much I can do to change that." Mike hung his head, his hand on the doorknob. "I was always myself. I never lied to you," he whispered before opening the door. The cold wind hit him as he stood in the threshold.

"No."

El frowned as she focused on the front door for a split second. The locks had come undone when Mike had come back from his parents, but El was quick to put them back in place with the help of her powers.

Mike didn't get the chance to realize that she had been the perpetrator of the locked door and probably because of how angry he was, El thought as she stood up and followed Mike to the door. Her small form dragged the quilt along before she stopped in front of Mike and glared at him as she tried to ignore the stinging tears forming inside the corners of her eyes.

"Why don't you justify what I've just asked? Go ahead, Mike. Say how cool you think I am and how a church boy like you could never be all about sex. Go ahead and lie."

She looked even smaller standing there with the quilt wrapped around her. Mike felt like his heart was breaking.

"Okay. I'll tell you what you think are lies. I'll tell you how yeah, you are hands down the coolest person, not even girl but person I've ever met. I'll tell you how I wait all week to see you just for a little while on Sunday mornings. I'll tell you how I was absolutely hating going to church until you showed up and how that made me feel a little bit like maybe there was a God after all. Do you want to hear about how I think about you while I'm at school? You want those lies? I can tell you how I wonder if you slept okay or if you had dreams that upset you. Tell you how at lunch I think about what you're eating and if it's something you even like. I can tell you the lie that is how I wonder if you're thinking about me too."

Tears were starting to drip down Mike's face but he didn't care.

"If they're all lies then I might as well tell you the one where you're the last thing I think about before I fall asleep and the first thing I think about when I wake up. But that's enough. You don't believe me anyway so if you want those all to be lies, then whatever. If you want to hurt me, mission accomplished." Mike wiped his face with the back of his hand. He could have told her everything but he didn't want to feel even worse. He felt tired from the huge swing in emotions and he wanted to really cry but he wasn't going to break down sobbing. He couldn't.

El swallowed thickly at Mike's words. Her heart was pounding faster with every lie that came out of his mouth and she wished she had to strength to make him shut up. She didn't, though, but that didn't mean she was going to be nice to him.

"Are you crying?" She asked sarcastically despite the pang in her heart that screamed at her to just apologize and hug him.

Instead, she moved past Mike and unlocked the door without the help of her mind this time. If he wanted to leave, he was free to do so.

"I guess you're just mad that I'm not dumb enough to believe you."

She scoffed and refused to turn around and look him in the eye, afraid that he would acknowledge her own uncontrollable tears streaming down her face.

"What does it matter?" Mike felt defeated. He let the tears come. "You know, I always thought love was supposed to feel good, like make you feel happy. I guess I was wrong." He couldn't even censor himself anymore, he felt so upset by how El was suddenly treating him. "Guess you think that's a lie too. I don't even care if you know." Mike turned, about to go out onto the porch, but wanting to look at El when he said it. Might as well put the nail in the coffin.

"I've been in love with you for a while now and that sucks because I didn't know it could hurt so much. I guess at least I'll have the memories. I tried to make you feel it. I guess I'm not good at anything I try to do. I'll be back later. You can have whatever room you want." Mike took a step out onto the porch.

"I'm sorry I'm not more believable. I don't regret anything though. I...yeah. I tried to show-"

El's heart shattered into million pieces at Mike's admission and despite how convinced she had previously been of him using her, she couldn't help but wonder if he was telling the truth. He had been nothing but gentle and kind to her, after all.

She didn't want to apologize, though. At least not yet. And so she stood quietly in front of the door, wiping the tears away from her face as he continued to speak before she finally snapped.

"Just shut up!" She yelled, her voice breaking as she did so while she refused to look at Mike. She couldn't stand to see him so hurt and crying.

Mike stopped talking. He had been planning on going for a walk to try to clear his head, wanting to distance himself from El's newfound anger at him. Even when she was angry he still wanted to pull her close to him.

But it was so dark out now. Mike sighed.

"It's warmer by the fire. You can sleep in this room. I'll take the bedroom. Be sure to lock the door." With his head lowered Mike walked silently into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. It was cold in there but Mike didn't care. He lay across the bed and pulled his knees up close. He rocked himself back and forth for a while, crying silent tears. He didn't know how everything had been so perfect and then had gone so wrong. Mike fell asleep on the bed, his shoes still on, not even a blanket covering him.

El was left speechless, the salty tears running down her cheeks as she watched Mike go inside the bedroom and close the door behind him. She couldn't believe that even when he seemed hurt, he was still thinking about her first.

It only made the aftermath worse and she dragged her feet to the fireplace to put the pajama shirt back on before plopping down on the couch absentmindedly. She was spent and heartbroken, a swirl of different emotions having drained all of the energy out of her body, but she still found it easy to cry. And that was what she did until she fell asleep - crying and hating herself for doubting Mike. The fear of him being interested in only her body was still slightly present, but it was slowly fading away with every recollected memory of them together and how kindly he had always treated her.

She hated herself now more than ever and that was the thought she fell asleep with.

Unfortunately or not, El didn't get to spend the entire night sleeping. She woke up a few hours later with dry tears on her puffy cheeks and she looked around the room in confusion. The fire had died down and it left her shivering uncontrollably even with the quilt that was tightly wrapped around her form.

That made her think of Mike, and how he was probably freezing in the cold bedroom. Her heart broke even more so when she realized he had nothing to cover himself with and she quickly stood up and tip-toed toward the bedroom. When the door creaked open, she saw Mike sleeping without a blanket, his shoes still on along with all of his other clothes as he was curled up into a fetal position.

El made no sound as she carefully climbed in bed next to Mike and covered him with the blanket she had brought with her. He shifted in his sleep and turned on his side, whimpering like a wounded puppy and even though she didn't want to wake him up, she still inched in and pressed her lips over his cold ones while her arm encircled his waist.

Mike could smell vanilla. Even before the thought fully registered he realized that someone was pressed against him and he didn't feel as cold.

El

She was in the bed, or on the bed, with him and his mother's quilt was covering them both. Mike opened his eyes.

"El? You don't have to. I know you don't want to be in here." Mike tried to stiffen but she fit so perfectly against him and she felt so warm that his body wouldn't allow his brain to make the decisions.

"I want to, though," she whispered so close to his lips she could feel his eyelashes brushing over her cheek.

Her hand moved to his face and she caressed it gently, feeling how cold he actually was and wanting to kick herself for being okay with the idea of Mike sleeping in here.

"Please forgive me. I-" love you. Her brain screamed at her to just voice it out, but she couldn't. There was a knot in her throat as she struggled to free the words, but they refused to come out. "I'm really sorry," she added in defeat.

She tried to make up for her inability to be honest with Mike by pressing her lips over his once again and sighing into his mouth when she felt him responding to the kiss.

Mike was trying not to cry. Luckily for him he'd cried a lot already and was so cold he felt like any leftover tears he might have were frozen. His arms moved, wrapping around El. He could feel her sink into him, like she was giving in to some unseen force that had been holding her back.

"It's okay," he murmured in reply to her apologies, not caring anymore that they had argued or that he'd been so hurt, only focusing on the present and how she felt and how hard she was holding on to him. He could tell by her breathing that she was crying, even in the dark.

"El, don't cry. I promise it's okay." Mike tried to kiss away her tears, resulting in more tears from her, but he didn't let go and after a few minutes her hiccups were fewer and she was kissing him with more control. Soon enough they were both holding on to each other, Mike now wide awake.

"You've always been so good to me." El's voice was full of regret as she looked at Mike, her small hand still cradling his head as they hugged each other tightly and kept their legs intertwined.

"I'm sorry I doubted you. I was scared...and I still am...but you won't hurt me, right?"

She kissed his neck as she spoke, pressing her lips and breathing warm air over every exposed surface of his icy skin. That was the least she could do for him after being so inconsiderate.

"El, I could never hurt you. Not on purpose. I think it would kill me if I even did it on accident. The way I see it, you've had enough sadness and tragedy already. The only thing I should ever try to do is make you feel the opposite of that. I might not be that great at it but I don't want to stop trying. I...I just really like how I feel when I'm with you and I want you to feel the same way I do. I mean, I want you to get to feel the same happy feelings you make me have. I don't mean I'm some kind of happiness fairy. I just want you to feel the same feelings...because they really feel good. I um, want you to feel good."

Her lips and face were so warm against his skin. As he'd been talking Mike felt El snuggle into him. He knew it was real but he still couldn't help feeling like he was dreaming. He'd been so sure he wouldn't get to be in this position again, to have her so close to him, feeling her wanting to be even closer. Mike hugged her tightly, hearing her sigh and thinking it was possibly one of his most favorite sounds.

"You always make me feel good," El admitted, her words muffled into Mike's chest.

She wanted to add how this was mainly the only problem she had; Mike never ceased to make her happy and it scared her. She had no idea someone could have so much to offer without wanting anything in return. She knew for a fact that she hadn't always been the kindest to Mike, yet he was always ready to please her and give anything up just to see her content. El wanted to return the favor and make up for what she'd just done.

Slowly, her hand moved from his waist to his pants and she easily sneaked it inside his briefs until she grabbed Mike's limp member. He gasped at the sudden intruder and El looked up at him, trying to see if he was okay with it. He didn't seem to mind it so she grabbed his free hand and led it to her core, her smooth thighs keeping his hand trapped over her pussy as the warmth radiated over his cold skin.

"Is this okay?" She asked tentatively, afraid that Mike might reject her. Even if he had, El was aware that she deserved it.

Her fingers started stroking his soft cock as she waited for an answer and she could feel it coming to life already.

Mike didn't want her to think that sex was all he wanted from her. He couldn't deny how good her hand felt though.

"We don't have to. Are you sure? I'm happy to just be here with you. You know that, right? I'll still feel the same even if you never do anything sexual with me again." Mike stroked her tentatively. She was wet and that was promising but he couldn't let her think that was all she was to him. "I meant everything I said." He left it at that, afraid to repeat himself, feeling a little embarrassed that he'd admitted his feelings in such a defeated fashion. That said, he didn't miss the way her kiss deepened and her hand clutched him tighter as he mentioned his previous admission.

El was certain the high level of hormones was what made her talk so freely, but she couldn't stop the words from coming out of her mouth.

"I don't care if you just use me, after all. You can do that. I lo-like you way too much to care."

She kissed Mike right after, refusing to give him an opportunity to answer because she was scared he would inquire more about what she had just almost admitted. And so she worked on taking his mind off anything but her body, her hand now stroking his balls as their tongues mingled together.

Mike reacted accordingly, his long fingers running all over her slit and spreading the leftover semen and her juices all over El's core. Everything was slippery and it made it easier for him to stimulate her clit, making her sigh into his mouth before she broke apart.

In a matter of seconds, she took Mike's pants off along with his boxers before she straddled his hips. The buttons of her pajama shirt came undone with Mike's help and all she wanted was to press her breasts over his bare chest, but she was scared he was already too cold so she just slipped her hands under the fabric and caressed his smooth chest.

"I want to feel you put it in. Will you?" She asked in a velvety voice, the desperation written all over her features.

Mike could feel how warm El was as she sat perched on him. Even her hands were warm as they traced across his chest under his sweatshirt.

"Take it off," he whispered, moving his hands to the hem of his shirt. El looked concerned but she helped him. Once he was free of the shirt he pulled her down. He could feel her slick pussy lips glide over his shaft with the movement.

Her chest felt so soft and warm, hot even, on his cold skin. Mike caught her lips in a kiss, an easy enough task since her face was so near his own. He could hear her slight sighs and moans as she felt herself sliding over his cock. He knew she was already rubbing her clit on it and he wasn't even inside yet.

With one quick movement, Mike flipped them so that El was underneath him. He didn't plan to stay in the position but he wanted, no, he needed to feel himself inch into her while he was so close to her. They could move later.

"Do you want this?" He asked, bumping the head of his dick against her opening.

"I do." The despair in El's voice was accompanied by a meek nod and her arms wrapped around Mike's neck tightly.

She kept her legs bent and widely open as she circled her hips and tried to take Mike's dick in, but he wasn't letting her do so. Sighing defeatedly, she just waited for Mike to slowly penetrate her and she moaned with every inch making its way forward inside her tight pussy.

"Mike..." She mumbled in awe, her eyes never leaving his as their bodies joined.

He looked so beautiful and angelic and El held on to him tighter than ever, almost as if she was afraid that he might disappear if she didn't keep a firm grip around his neck while he slowly started moving his hips back and forth.

Mike went slowly at first, wanting to feel every nuance of her body as his cock slid home. It was different than earlier on the sofa; this felt somewhat more intimate, less like a fun romp and more like a heartfelt apology. Mike heard El's breath hitch as the head of his cock met her cervix and he could go no further. He rocked his hips, pulling back and then pushing in, getting a little more forceful with each thrust, encouraged by the sounds El was making. His arms were hooked under her shoulders, pulling her into him every time he rammed into her.

"Is this what you wanted?" He murmured in her ear, sliding his lips over her earlobe.

"Can you go faster?" She asked over his ear, her lips barely tracing his earlobe as she tried to keep up with Mike's thrusts.

The impact of his motions made her body continuously jerk as Mike pushed her into the mattress, but he was still gentle. El wanted so much more and despite trying to meet his thrusts, it was hard to do so from the position she was in.

"I can take it, I promise," she reassured him as her legs wrapped around his lower body and she braced herself for the rough pounding. El knew how sweet and alarmed Mike usually was, but she just tried to show she was ready for more by using the heels of her feet to guide his movements and push him deeper inside her pussy.

When he felt El's heels digging into his back coupled with her nails scraping across his shoulders, Mike somehow knew what she wanted. She had always been more adventurous than he was, always taking the lead in their sexual activities, and Mike thought now would be a good time to show her he'd been paying attention.

Mike pulled out suddenly, secretly loving the disappointed look he saw on El's face when he vacated her.

"Get on your knees," he said, trying to sound a little more gruff than normal. As he was commanding her he was also turning her over, showing her where he wanted her. He thought he'd make this memorable; the entire day would be something neither of them would ever forget.

"Yeah, like that. You don't know how hot you look with your head down and your ass up like that." Mike rubbed his cock over her ass, running the head along her crack, moving down until he could feel heat radiating from her now dripping pussy. She was already trying to push back on him which he took as a good sign but he was going to make her wait just a bit more.

"I know it's what you want but you have to be punished for hurting me earlier, I think at least a little. Do you think that's fair?" Mike ran his hands over her ass, letting his dick bob where he'd left it, knowing she could feel him every time either of them moved just a little.

"Yes, please." El begged, her ass seeking Mike's dick and trying to push it inside her pussy. It was impossible.

"I've been really mean to you, Mike. I deserve it. You can do whatever you want to me but please just put it in."

As she was talking she dropped her hand under her body and searched for Mike's cock in between her legs. Once she found it, she took hold of it and positioned it at her dripping hole, but right when she was about to succeed and swallow the tip in, Mike pulled back. It made El whimper.

"Mike, just do it. Do you want me to beg you?" She asked with her cheek resting on the pillow, her ass still wriggling in front of Mike. El would have never thought that being submissive would be something she would enjoy, but she trusted Mike enough to let him take over control while she was vulnerable in front of him. "Because I can do that. I'm begging you, Mike. Fuck me."

Mike felt his dick get harder as she begged him. He held out for as long as he could though. His right hand came down on her ass with a firm smack. El cried out but Mike could tell she wasn't distressed. So he did it again.

"Maybe I should punish you like this. But I don't know...seeing you like this is making me want other things. And I think I should get what I want. Don't you agree? You made me cry. I think I should get to do anything at all."

He had been massaging her ass with both hands but then he dropped down, unable to resist licking her. He spread her cheeks apart while his tongue and lips traveled along, licking her pussy, getting her juices all over his chin, and then transferring them to everywhere else he touched, teasing her asshole with his tongue. El was moaning. Mike wasn't sure if he'd seen her so turned on.

"You taste so good. I just...had to." The moonlight spilling into the room caused her skin to glisten. Mike had smeared her own arousal all over her.

El had no idea what was happening. Her mind was hazy, all different kinds of emotions taking over her after she had just felt Mike's large palm slapping her bottom then licking her asshole. She was growing impatient, though, her pussy constantly rubbing on Mike's hand as she tried to reach his dick instead.

"You can always punish me like that," she admitted unabashedly, her ass still stinging from the slaps and wishing he would do it again after her blunt admission.

El knew she had to step it up if she wanted him to lose control.

"But I need you, Mike...please. I like it when you fill me up with your fat cock."

Mike sat back on his knees, admiring the view in front of him. His chin was dripping with El's essence and his cock twitched as he watched her moving in space; seeking his cock, her legs parting more. He could see her thigh muscles clenching in anticipation.

And then she begged him. That was all it took for Mike.

With one swift motion he was back in place behind her, taking only a second to line his dick up, and then Mike pounded into her. He went even deeper than previously, the new angle being far more liberal. He could feel her perfect ass squishing against his body as they moved together.

"Fuuuck, that's...am I filling you up, El? You've got me so hard but is it fat enough for you?" Mike pushed forward, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the bed. He thought it felt even better. He fucked her deeply and sensually until she cried for more.

"Yes! Yes it is," El cried out, her plump ass pushing back onto Mike as she tried to take him in balls deep.

He obliged without hesitation, his sack slapping against her pussy as he started fucking her with deeper and harder thrusts.

"Mike...you can use me however you want. You always can," she added desperately, her mind barely registering the words that came out of her mouth. She was so turned on and ready to be pounded into the mattress that she couldn't think straight.

"I don't care if it hurts, oh, Mike...please...go faster."

Mike was thrusting into her so hard that El was pressed flat on the mattress. Even so, she was still trying to angle her pelvis to take more.

"I love that you like to take my cock. You take it so well." Mike rammed deep. "Maybe you won't be able to walk normally tomorrow. Would you like that? If I fuck you so hard and deep that tomorrow you can still feel it?" Mike held her down the way she was but moved himself, never pulling out, and straddled her. He was able to control better how hard and fast he fucked her.

"Yeah you stay there. I'm gonna fuck you hard for a while." Using long, deep strokes, Mike built up his speed. He didn't want to stay there for too long, already missing the feeling of her whole body against his, but what he was doing felt good and he could tell that El was enjoying it too.

"Oh that's, ah, that's...really good," El sobbed, her ass constantly pushing back onto Mike so she could take him as deep as possible.

She could barely breathe from then on because Mike was fucking her so hard her head stayed pressed into the pillow as he smashed his hips against her bottom repeatedly. It was exhilarating to feel him so deep and rough, and mainly because El knew that she deserved it. She had been so bad to him and the least she could do was let him use her however he wanted. Besides, she couldn't complain - she had never felt so much pleasure in her entire life.

In a moment of impulsiveness, her hands moved behind her back until she reached her ass and she spread her cheeks widely apart. This gave Mike access to her asshole and she could already feel his pace becoming more erratic.

"You can touch me there, Mike. Put it…oh god…put your fingers in. I know you want...to," she mumbled out of breath, determined to give Mike everything she had.

Mike was enjoying talking dirty to her. It seemed to make everything hotter.

"You want me to touch your tight little asshole while my cock splits you open? You want more of me inside you?" His fingers were already there, teasing her tightest hole. As he tickled and pressed, it opened ever so slightly and Mike felt a tiny spurt of come shoot out of his dick.

"Did it feel good when I licked you here?" He asked, not pushing his finger in but tracing the tiny ridges. "And now you want me to put my finger in? El, you're gonna have so much of me inside you. Is that how you want it? Want me to stuff your cunt full of cock and stretch your asshole with my fingers?" He let one finger be sucked in. He could feel her pussy get tighter with just adding one finger into her ass. He pushed it deeper, past his knuckle. El moaned in approval.

"If you're not careful you're gonna make me think you want me to fuck you here...in your perfect little asshole. Can you imagine? I don't know how anything could ever feel better than your pussy though." Mike trailed off, the mental picture he'd painted making him want to focus on feeling himself balls deep. He continued to play with her ass, responding to her whimpers and sighs.

"You c-can," El croaked out as she enjoyed the feeling of Mike filling up her holes.

"If that's...what it takes for you...to forgive me...please do it. Ah, fuck...oh, Mike..." El babbled out of control as she slightly lifted herself up on her elbows, the abrupt movement sending Mike's finger all the way inside her asshole.

"You can fuck every hole I have. Not just...now," she clarified, letting Mike know that she was always up for being filled up by his cock, whether it was her way of asking for forgiveness or simply wanting to feel Mike inside.

Mike loved how willing she was. "Mmm, good to know," he said as he worked his finger a bit, fucking her ass with it. Before too long he removed his digit, letting himself cover her like a blanket. He wanted to be closer.

"Maybe later I will. Your pussy feels too good right now. I don't want to leave it. Is that okay?" With his lips on her neck he could feel her rapid pulse. He snaked his hand underneath her so he could toy with her clit. He liked trying to give her different kinds of pleasure all at once. And he liked the noises she made when he did.

"I want to feel you come on my cock again. I want you to show me you're sorry. I want to feel how sorry you are." Mike surprised himself with his request. He didn't want to be mean about it but it was just so hot when he was. She reacted to him differently, like she was under a spell and didn't want to be snapped out of it.

"I'm really...sorry," El mumbled under Mike, her sobs and moans getting muffled by the pillow Mike was forcing her head into.

She let herself get carried away from then on, her eyes squeezing shut as she wriggled around Mike's fingers that stimulated her engorged clit. He was pounding her at the same time, making her cry out as he split her pussy open with deep and fast thrusts.

"Mike...I- oh, Mi-" she sobbed uncontrollably, her body starting trembling underneath him as she orgasmed trapped between Mike and the bed. She could barely breathe as she was hyperventilating and shaking from head to toe because of the powerful orgasm she was having.

That was what Mike had wanted. For the second time he got to feel her come all over his cock and he thought maybe this time had been even better. Her whole body was shaking underneath him.

"That's what I was after," his words were calm. "El, you're making me come. You're sucking me in, your pussy is just begging for it. I...oh, shit, El! I didn't think...oh, so hard...I still feel you...fuck, you're sucking it out!" Mike was happy that he could still feel her quaking as he filled her again with sticky come. He'd assumed he'd be running low but as he felt his orgasm he thought it might never stop. He hadn't even moved his hand, his fingers were still pressed against her clit and he could still feel her shaking. Mike's toes curled as he sunk himself deep, his cock twitching and pulsing as his load shot into her.

Mike was still breathing heavily and feeling the afterglow when he realized that El might need to breathe. He didn't pull out but rolled to the side, pulling her against him like a spoon. She shifted and his dick came out of her but he wanted her to be comfortable so he didn't mind.

"You're so good at that," he whispered, his hand wiping her hair from her face. His arms squeezed tighter.

El smiled, her heart growing tenfold upon hearing Mike's words. He always knew the right things to say, whether they were involved in something sexual or he was just expressing his gratitude

Shifting in his arms, she finally faced him and she was certain she that she was in love. He looked so pure and beautiful, the emotions written on his features seeming raw and genuine and she just couldn't stop herself from caressing his warm cheek and pecking his plush lips. He sighed against her mouth as she did so.

"Do you forgive me now?"

Mike wanted to stay where he was forever. "I never needed to. I just said that to make the sex even hotter. To quote one of my mom's favorite movies, love means never having to say you're sorry. I always thought that was cheesy. I get it now. Everything you say or do is part of you, and I love all of you, so even if you're sometimes hurtful I still love that part of you too." He didn't mind that she didn't say it back, maybe she didn't even feel the same anyway, but he had told his secret so he was going to own it. What good was love if he had to keep it secret? "I'm really happy you came in here though. I was so cold. I feel a lot better now."

El couldn't hold it back anymore. It wasn't fair. Not to either of them.

"I…Mike, I love you too." She started to cry softly. "It's overwhelming at times and I'm so insecure that I think I sabotage myself so that's probably why I was mean to you. I can never believe anything good about myself, or that anything good will happen to me, and it scared me how strong my feelings were. I figured there was no way you'd ever love me back." She nuzzled her face into his chin and whispered. "But you showed me. Mike, you did show me. You do. Thank you for loving me. I really do love you so much."

Mike felt his chest swell. It was like hearing that he'd won the lottery.

They were both so tired that sleep overtook them quickly. As Mike drifted off he felt at peace. She loved him. El loved him and there was nothing that could stand in the way of their happiness.

Author's Note: Oh, if only Mike was right and nothing could get in the way of their happiness... Again, I appreciate the positivity! Another update in a few days.