Lace your boots up, kiddies. It's gonna get wet in here tonight.
There wasn't a lot to do the last bio lab before Thanksgiving break. The students were still required to attend though. Mike was sitting at his table reading an old X-Men comic book when El walked in.
He had only seen her a few times since the party and the greenhouse. They both did their lab work and were cordial, neither of them really undercutting the other anymore. Mike kind of wished it could go back to that. At least when they were trying to one-up the other with hurtful remarks and mocking tones there had been passion involved. Now it was like they really were nothing...like they had never shared the best of themselves with each other.
"Hey," he said as she took her seat. He waved the comic slightly. "Kind of a free day. We can do whatever. I'll just read. Not gonna bother you."
"X-Men?" El questioned as she glanced at the comic.
She had seen the comic before. Most of the stuff Mike had brought her when she was staying in the cabin had been Superman comics, but she knew some things about the other heroes as well. She had seen Mike reading X-Men and Spider-Man countless times while waiting for her in the storage room.
Mike's nod and hum in approval were missed by El as her mind was already drifting off to their memories together, how he would hold and kiss her behind his father's back and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. The sigh she then let out was louder than she had anticipated because Mike was now looking at her, his big, doe eyes staring with concern into hers. El tried to deflect the upcoming question by going back to the comic talk.
"Aren't they like...weird? Why do you like them so much? They're freaks."
"They're not freaks. They're awesome. I mean, yeah, the government wants to get rid of them because of their powers but assholes are always afraid of what's different from them. My dad never wanted me reading these. That's why I stashed a bunch at the cabin..." Mike heard what he'd said. It had been so easy to fall back into an effortless conversation with her.
"Um, but the X-Men are cool. I wish we lived in a world where some people had superpowers. I know I wouldn't be one of them but maybe I'd get to meet one. Maybe they'd be my friend. Don't laugh at me, it's just something I think about. I'd love for there to be like, some concrete obstacle that made it harder for people to believe the bullshit my father preaches." Mike turned to her, smiling apologetically. "I'm kind of really not looking forward to hanging out with him next week. What are your Thanksgiving plans?"
He had asked before he realized that El probably didn't have plans. With no family, no one would be waiting on her to get home.
"Well, my plans include sleeping. Lots of it," she disclosed carelessly.
There was no point in beating around the bush. Mike had known her for years and she didn't have to come up with an excuse as to why she was spending Thanksgiving alone, like she would have normally done with someone else from college.
"But good luck with your father. I hope he makes you sing a church song for the good old times," El teased him, her elbow playfully nudging Mike's arm.
She regretted the decision right after and her whole body tensed up as she tried to distance herself from Mike's side of the desk while still feigning a small smile.
It was then that Mike made a decision. When El had playfully nudged him it had felt natural, normal. But he noticed the frightened look on her face right after, like she feared she'd overstepped some boundary. No matter what had happened, whatever reason behind their emotional distance now, Mike wanted to always be a soft place for the only girl he'd ever loved. He may never be her close friend, or someone she came to with exciting news, but he never wanted her to feel afraid around him. He wanted her to know that if she ever needed him, he would be there for her.
But he knew he couldn't say that so he was going to have to show her.
"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?" Mike laughed, his eyes bright, locking with hers. He ruffled her hair, letting his fingers stay a couple of seconds too long on her head. "Just for that, I should tickle you." He started to act like he was going to, his hand moving to her side. Just before he touched her he winked. "Nah, you could kick my ass. I know you."
The shocked expression on El's face made her eyes grow comically larger in size as she feared the attack. But right as Mike was speaking, El was already aiming for his hand before clutching it tightly. Their fingers ended up intertwined and El glanced at them in pure horror before carefully pulling her hand back.
"I really could and would. So don't," she threatened, but her voice was less confident than what she was trying to emanate.
Mike drew his hand back, a look of shock on his face which then melted into giggling. "You're right, you're right. I'll watch it." It had felt nice when, even if just for a second, her hand held his.
"Sorry you'll be all alone." He could see that she thought he was making fun of her. "No, I mean it. I'm sorry you have to spend the holiday by yourself. Though for this one, I'd let you switch with me in a heartbeat."
He knew he shouldn't ask but he really wanted to know. Mike pressed on.
"Your uh, boyfriend didn't invite you to go home with him?" Mike tried to keep his tone light, breezy.
"He, uh...no. He did not."
El preferred not to tell the truth. The guy had in fact invited her to his family's Thanksgiving, but she had politely declined. She wasn't interested in spending time with anyone but Mike, but of course he didn't have to know. She had only started dating the guy to try to forget Mike, a plan that didn't work at all and left her feeling stuck and full of regret for ever initiating it. But her stubbornness prevented her from just making things easy. El would rather let Mike think her boyfriend was a ruthless jerk than to admit she didn't want to be with him.
"But anyway, I hope your holiday won't suck so much," she added cordially.
"He didn't? I'm sorry." Mike's face dropped. "I'm sorry you'll be all alone. I can't say he's scoring big points with me. Um, not that you care what I think." He wasn't being snarky, Mike was just stating how he felt. The idea of El being all alone made him sad. She had been alone so much. It was on the tip of his tongue to suggest that she come back to Hawkins and stay in the cabin, that he could bring her food, but he knew she'd say no and then he'd feel foolish for asking. He changed gears in his head.
"Well you'll get to sleep at least. That's cool." Mike chuckled softly. "Want me to bring back some Benny's for you?"
"Benny's?" El repeated incredulously.
She hadn't had their burgers since she had left Hawkins and whenever her memory allowed her to go back to that place of love and comfort in which Mike was always involved, she would sometimes remember the particular fast food and its meaning for her. How she'd embarrassed herself in front of Mike the first time he had taken her there or how they had spent their evening eating burgers in front of the fireplace.
She watched Mike carefully, her eyes scanning his as she looked for any trace of maliciousness. There was none; Mike really was willing to carry a bag of fast food all the way back to school just for her and El wondered for a moment if he was actually going out of his way to do something extraordinary. She couldn't tell, nobody had ever done something sweet for her besides Mike.
"If you can...yeah. I'll pay you back when you get here."
Mike smiled. "You got it." They were silent for a few moments, both of them unaccustomed to this new way of speaking without fighting.
"You, uh, want a comic to read? I've got more. Jean Grey, hottest member of the X-Men...you could read about her telekinetic powers and how she can find people in her mind. Good stuff! Can you even imagine how awesome that would be? Plus she's like, walk on the sun hot. My dream girl right there." Well, not exactly my literal dream girl.
"Really?"
El's eyes narrowed at the mention of telekinesis. That was her power, the one she despised the most while Mike seemed to be infatuated with it. He was already pulling another comic out of his backpack and El didn't hesitate to grab it, her fingers grazing over the pages as she turned one after another. She wasn't as interested as Mike in comic books, but she wanted to take a look at the object of his desire.
To her dismay, the character of his dreams had nothing in common with El besides the freak element. She seemed to be a lot curvier and her long, red hair was nothing like El's hazelnut locks. She tried to hide her displeasure and hold back the grimace threatening to form on her mouth. It would be pathetic to let Mike know she envied a fictional person, so she decided to play dumb and tease him.
"So what's so interesting about her? She can do...what? Move stuff around? Do you think she could like...jerk you off without touching you? Is that why you like her?"
Mike knew that El always resorted to baseness when she felt vulnerable. He wasn't sure why exactly a comic book would make her feel that way though.
"No, not that. I, uh, I kind of like a more hands-on approach to that." Mike acted like he didn't notice how her eyes darted to his crotch before looking down at her own lap. "I just like how she handles adversity. She had to go through a lot, she lost a lot, but she still is one of the most powerful mutants and they all look up to her. She wasn't sure about herself, which makes her seem more real. She's not cocky, it's not like she wants to have powers, but she rolls with it." Mike added one thing more.
"And uh, her confidence and attitude make her hot. I'm um, not really into redheads."
El was already determined to deflect the powers subject. It made her uneasy how carelessly Mike could address these issues that made people monsters. He was the same innocent kid El had met and a part of her wished he could see her the same way he was seeing his favorite female character.
"Then what are you into?" She inquired while resting her head in her palm and watching Mike.
Her eyes widened when his cheeks became tinted with a shade of rose pink and she chuckled, her voice light and melodic as she waited for an answer.
Mike looked nervously at his watch. Just a few more minutes. He could get through this without embarrassing himself. Maybe.
"Um, I uh, I guess I like confidence. You know, someone who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to say it. Someone who takes chances. I rarely do so it's cool when someone makes me get out of my comfort zone." Mike realized that El knew he hadn't been with anyone else and that she could probably see right through him saying someone. He was obviously describing her.
"But uh, at the end of the day, you know, someone who makes me feel loved. Like I matter. Like out of all the possible people in the world they chose me. I know that's probably stupid."
Like I matter, Mike had said.
It was then when El realized she had probably never made Mike feel like he meant something to her. But he did, he was the only one that mattered and she had always been stupid enough to hide it. No wonder he never tried to reach me, El thought to herself, but all she did was nod in response.
Her smile had faltered already and she tapped Mike's comic book absentmindedly. Her mind wandered to all of the careless decisions she had made, how long it had taken her to admit her feelings to herself and how she had stupidly started dating other people. Maybe if she hadn't been so selfish Mike would've wanted her.
El snapped out of her thoughts when the class ended earlier and the only indication of that was the students starting to exit the lab room, until there were barely any left. El stood up and grabbed her bag, her eyes fixed on Mike who was still sitting down and holding his X-Men comic.
"Well, I hope you find that person. Goodbye, Mike."
I found her when I was 16, Mike thought. "Have a good week, El. Sleep a lot. Have good dreams." He smiled. He really meant it.
Mike remained in his seat and watched her walk away. She was probably going to spend the night with her boyfriend before he left for home, wherever that was. Wherever he hadn't invited El to join him. He didn't want to think about the things she might do with the guy but his mind wouldn't stop betraying him. Mike sighed. He put the comics back into his backpack and got ready to leave.
As he exited the room and rounded the corner to the main hallway Mike heard sniffling. Interested, he searched for the source. He found it behind a large ornate pillar.
"El?" She was crying. "What...what's the matter?" She didn't answer, only shook her head. Mike was disappointed but not surprised that she wouldn't confide in him.
He didn't like to see her cry. Mike didn't want El to be in pain. It occurred to him that this was the first time since before she'd left him that he'd seen her cry. He thought maybe she'd developed a rough exterior because he knew he'd been mean enough to make her cry the times they'd had confusing angry sex but he hadn't seen any tears. His heart broke now.
"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to tell me. But I'm right here. You don't have to be alone either."
Mike held her. He thought she might stiffen and then pull away, but she allowed his arms to wrap around her and pull her into him. She pushed her face into his chest and cried, Mike didn't know why, but he was going to hold on until she asked him to stop.
"You weren't supposed to see me," El croaked against Mike's chest before pulling away.
He looked beyond concerned as he glanced at her with those big, black eyes that El had fallen in love with years ago. If she could have turned back time, she would have done it in a heartbeat. Mike might have been the only person in the world who had shown her how to love and be cared for, but at the expense of her own suffering. El felt like with all of the mean and cutting remarks she'd made to him he wouldn't believe her if she told him her true feelings. He would never believe her.
Her sobs were gradually decreasing, but she still avoided letting Mike see her red face and puffy eyes. It was inevitable, though, when his slim fingers cupped her chin and urged her to glance up. El did as she was silently told and murmured, "I'll miss you next semester...even though we didn't really...get along, you know."
"Is that why you're crying?" Mike kind of doubted it but the hopeful part of him still forced him to ask. "It's my fault. I could have been a lot nicer to you. I acted so immature. I wish we could start over."
"It's not just…that. But that, too. And no, it wasn't you. Or at least not just you. You were right because I really am a bitch. And not just now."
El could read the slight confusion on Mike's face.
"You want someone who could show you that you matter. And I never did that. When we were together...I never showed you how much you meant to me. But you really did. You were my everything and I just-"
A soft exhale left El's lips. She wiped the tears that refused to cease before adding, "I never showed you."
And now it's too late because you hate me.
No wonder Mike hadn't tried to look for her or even send a letter. Why would he, El thought, when she had been nothing but reluctant around him? He had always been so selfless, drowning her in love and unconditional support while she had tried to keep her distance.
Deep down, El had realized from the very beginning how special Mike was to her, but she had always been too scared to let it come to the surface, unwittingly waiting until right before she was sent away to voice her feelings.
Mike heard everything El said but his mind locked on to one thing in particular.
You were my everything... And then she'd said something about how she had never shown him that.
He sighed. "Come on. You can show me where to drop off your burger from Benny's. I'll walk you home."
They walked silently for a bit, leaves blowing across their path. Mike had so much he wanted to say but he was having a hard time. Finally he found the courage.
"You did too show me," he said as they were arriving at her building. He could see her confusion. "You showed me that I mattered. I uh, when I was describing the kind of girl I'm into...um, El, I was describing you. It still bugs the hell out of me that you never saw yourself the way I did." Or the way I do.
El fought the urge of stopping in her tracks at Mike's admission. She kept up with Mike's faster stride, though, her lips pressing into a thin line before adding, "I'm sorry..."
Mike only gave her an apologetic look in response, despite his eyes trying to indicate something more. El couldn't quite put her finger on it and she was the past the point of crying by now. The last thing she wanted was to get back there.
"What's done is done," she murmured almost inaudibly, her eyes kept on the ground as she and Mike walked silently to her dorm.
Once they reached her room, El sighed and forced out a dishonest smile.
"This is it. 315. Don't forget, okay?"
"Hey, um, can I see your room?" All of a sudden Mike wasn't ready to be out of her presence. He also was curious to see how El decorated. "I won't bother you for long. I promise." He gave her a pleading look.
"You wanna see my room?" El asked incredulously, amused at Mike's request.
He nodded in response and she didn't hesitate to unlock the door.
"Here it is..."
She welcomed Mike in, her finger pointing towards her side of the room. His eyes followed the pointed hand.
"That's my bed. And uh...yeah, my stuff...I don't have a lot because I didn't get to pack much when I left The Lab. And I didn't really get much in those two years spent away," she explained as Mike sat on her bed. He looked awestruck and El couldn't help but grin.
"And that's my roommate's side of the room. She should be here soon. I think she's in class or-"
El stopped mid-sentence when she reached her roommate's bed. It was neatly made, unlike other times, but what drew her attention was the white piece of paper with messy handwriting.
Decided to leave earlier. Happy Thanksgiving and have fun!
"I, uh...I guess I'll be alone for a while."
She handed Mike the note and before he could reply, she added, "I should actually take a shower. I woke up late and didn't have time to wash this morning, but you can stay if you want. It won't take long."
Once El had left for her shower, Mike looked around. El's bed looked comfortable, normal. Her tastes weren't as fancy as either of his sisters', just a light pink comforter and white sheets with little flowers on them. He could see because El had neglected to make her bed that day.
Mike looked at the door, making sure it was closed tight, and, satisfied that it was, he picked up El's pillow and held it to his nose. He tried to fight back the tears that were starting to form as he stood in El's room hugging her pillow.
Get it together. Mike studied El's bookshelf. It was mostly textbooks for school and a few novels for reading, but then he noticed something acting as a sort of bookend.
He dropped El's pillow back on her bed and picked up the object that had suddenly monopolized his attention.
She kept it? She kept it. And it's here, so what does that mean?
Mike sat down on El's bed. In his hands he turned his supercomm over, lovingly running his fingers over the channel dial and raising the antenna just like he did when he was a kid.
"I tried to call you but the signal wasn't strong enough," Mike whispered. "Then Dad took my supercomm away. Said I was too old for that stuff. I wish I could have talked to you. I was so lost without you." Mike spoke quietly to himself as he held his old supercomm. He definitely didn't want to argue anymore with El and he hoped that when he asked her about it when she got back from her shower she wouldn't lash out at him.
"You found it," El almost choked as she came out of the bathroom only to see Mike holding the supercomm.
She had a fluffy baby blue towel wrapped around her form that draped down to her mid-thigh and, despite shivering, she couldn't take her eyes off what was in Mike's pale hands. He had found the only object she had decided to bring from the cabin, keeping it under her pillow at The Lab before packing it along with her few belongings when she had been forced to leave.
"You kept it? I was gonna try to contact you but the signal wasn't strong enough. Dustin and I were gonna try to boost it, maybe get it to reach farther, but my dad took it away. He said I was too old for childish things and that I should focus on my future."
Mike felt resentment against his father start to bubble up but when he lifted his head and saw El standing there in just a towel, her hair wet, dripping slightly onto her shoulders and down her back, he no longer wanted to think about his father.
Mike stood up, replacing the supercomm on the shelf. When he turned back around he noticed how close he was standing to El, facing her.
"Um, I...can go. If you want." Mike stepped closer. His hands were itching to touch her.
"I don't."
El didn't miss how Mike stepped even closer to her, their bodies within arm's reach as they looked at each other. She knew she was supposed to put some clothes on. Her skin was covered in goosebumps because of the room's temperature difference, but she was burning at the same time. It was on the inside, though, the familiar heat pooling in her stomach as she watched Mike's eyes roaming all over her body. She decided to take it a step further and made a mindless decision that both of them would probably regret later, El figured.
Letting the towel drop down to her feet, the pastel fabric pooled on the floor as she stood naked in front of Mike. Her nipples were erect and she tried to blame it on the cold, but that wouldn't explain why her front was already aching to be touched. Mike's eyes grew bigger in size and El gulped, scared of rejection.
"Do you want me to change?"
"I definitely don't," Mike's words were barely audible as his hands went to her torso, taking a moment to feel her muscles tighten under his fingers before tugging her against him.
"I like to look at you." His eyes roamed over her before locking with hers. "I want to. El, you're still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. You still affect me the same as always."
His face was closer, wanting so badly to kiss her then, not believing that he was standing in her room and she was naked, letting him touch her, neither of them making snide remarks. Mike's hands moved and El didn't flinch when his thumbs grazed her nipples.
"El, I..."
El was too eager to bother with words as she cut Mike off. Her fingers latched onto the back of Mike's hair and she pulled him closer until their chests clashed along with their mouths. He tasted and smelled so sweet, the familiar scent invading El's nostrils as she breathed through her nose when their tongues met.
Mike didn't hesitate, either, kneading El's ass in his strong hands and eliciting soft whimpers against his mouth. He carefully led her to the bed he had previously sat on, but El had other plans first.
"Off," she intoned firmly against Mike's lips at the same time she fumbled with his sweater.
Mike complied immediately, managing to toss his sweater and t-shirt on the floor in record time before El blindly searched for his belt. It came undone seconds after and Mike's pants fell to his knees before he kicked them aside.
The only thing that separated their sexes now was the thin fabric of Mike's boxers but El planned on taking her time, at least until it led Mike to whimpers and pleas. Her tongue lapped at his frantically, but her hands barely massaged his erection through his underwear. She took deliberate strokes that left Mike whining into her mouth and she smiled triumphantly.
"More?"
She was already driving him crazy. Mike's erection strained, trying to make her touch him more. He needed her; Mike was sure of it. All through their fighting, all through their bouts of angry lust driven fucking, all through the hidden tears, Mike knew that having El back in his life in whatever capacity made him feel more whole again.
He pushed her down on the bed and was instantly on top of her.
"You can tease me if you want but I know what you like, El. And I'm gonna do what you like," he whispered, his lips trailing along her neck. His hard cock, still sheathed in his boxer briefs, rested between El's legs. She always did like it when he did that.
"You like feeling my dick on you. You like to get me hard and then almost feel me...until you can't take it anymore. I have nothing but time, El. I can make you feel like...I can make it feel like old times. Like us."
Mike's boxers had a damp spot from being where his cock had pushed them into her slit.
"And I want to look at you this time. Can I?"
"Mhmmm-" was all El had found the strength to say. Even her hum came out as choked because of all the emotions that were bubbling up inside her chest.
This was the first time in years when Mike was so outspoken and gentle, his words saccharine as he whispered them over El's reddened lips. It drove her insane and she tried not to drown in her feelings, instead being as present as possible in the moment. There was nothing more that El wanted than to have this moment burned into her memory forever.
"I missed this," she admitted in a moment of weakness as their lips united in needy kisses.
Their hips grazed over each other with every push and pull and El sighed, her parted mouth inviting Mike to kiss her again but all he did was ogle her perky breasts and grind his boxer clad member over her core. She wanted to feel him bare and pulsing over her.
"Take them off..."
Mike took his hands away from her just long enough to hastily push his boxers down until he could kick them off.
"Like this?" Mike asked as he resumed his position. He looked into her eyes as he asked. Her lower lip was between her teeth, anticipating what she knew was coming...what she wanted.
El looked at Mike reassuringly, her hands roaming all over his broad shoulders and arms as she tried to draw him in unbearably closer. The anticipation was killing her.
"Yes...like this."
Mike's cock was drenched in El's juices, both of them so turned on. He wanted to take it slowly. They had been so rushed in the greenhouse, and the bathroom, not to mention angry. The closest thing to what Mike wanted now had been when he was having a nightmare and El had turned his nightmare into a dream, but she'd thought he was asleep the whole time. Mike wanted to be gentle, at least until El begged him to be rough, and he knew she eventually would, but he wanted to tell her so much he knew she wasn't ready to hear so he let his touches speak for him.
Mike ran his fingers through her hair, never breaking eye contact. He kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then his lips brushed against hers.
"Hi," he said quietly between soft pecks. He could feel his cock at her opening, could feel her warmth as she wiggled, trying to get him inside. Mike smiled as he felt her do that, she always did that and his heart swelled at the thought of it.
"I missed this too, El," Mike said as his cock eased into her pussy, loving the sigh that accompanied her acceptance of him. Their mouths connected and Mike started sensually thrusting into her, slowly, deeply, making sure his shaft hit her clit every time.
"I missed you."
"Me too... I missed you so much," El croaked, but she felt like the words weren't enough.
Her suave gestures accompanied them as she relished in the feeling of Mike thrusting into her, his hips moving lasciviously against hers. She gasped for air, her eyes wide open whenever Mike was buried all the way in and her fingers tugged on the ends of his raven hair when he would tickle her clit with his burning skin pressed against it.
Their kisses were rapacious as they breathed into each other's mouth and found it futile to break apart. El wanted it this way; she wanted Mike over her entirely until their bodies melted into each other and she didn't hold back from showing it. Her calves wrapped around Mike's thighs as she assisted his movements, urging him to go deeper with every thrust.
It went on for minutes, their ragged breaths merging as El was now pushing her hips up to meet Mike. Yet she wanted more and on top of that, she wanted to show the boy she loved with all her heart how much he meant to her. A part of her felt stupid for even thinking of giving herself to Mike that way, but she'd been fantasizing about it for years and sex was the thing she was the best at, the thing that had bonded her to Mike when they were kids. El could feel his fingers grazing over her there anyway and it made her want it more.
"Can we...can you...put it...somewhere else?" El asked awkwardly and cringed at her own words.
Mike stopped. He stayed where he was, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, their bodies so close.
"El, are...are you sure?" Mike looked into her eyes and saw that she was. She nodded, kissing him urgently once again.
"Just roll over, on your side. Don't go too far, I want you close to me." Mike got behind her, spooning her, his hard cock between them. He moved his left arm underneath her so that he could hold her close, could touch her breast. With his right hand he explored where his dick had just been, getting his fingers wet and then beginning to massage her asshole. As he felt her relax he inserted a little more of his digit.
"I've wanted this for a long time but I don't have to have it, El," Mike said as her asshole started to open for him more. He kissed her neck and her ear. "But if you want me to, I want to put my cock in your ass. You make me so hard, thinking about how tight you'll be makes me even harder. God, El, if I can make you come with my cock in your ass...that will be the best. You always make me feel the best...even when you're mad at me. Fucking you is the best no matter how we do it." Mike was letting the tip of his cock join his finger, alternately inserting his finger and then his cockhead.
"I'm stretching you open. Fuck, you're so hot. I'm about to put my hard cock into your ass, El. Gonna slide it in. Do you want that?"
"I do...please do it."
El had never known what to think of anal sex. She'd seen it in porn before and while she had fingered her asshole and had dreamed about her fingers being Mike's dick, she hadn't anticipated the real moment.
There was a slight pain as Mike's cock advanced unbearably slowly and she gritted her teeth, the left side of her face resting on the pillow as she forced her ass against Mike's hips. He had already done a good job of stretching her open with his fingers, but his penis felt completely different and she felt full even with just half of his cock in.
"Don't...stop," she keened and struggled for breath as Mike's thick cock continued to make its way inside the tight ring of muscles.
It seemed like forever, when in reality El guessed only minutes had passed until Mike was completely buried, his balls grazing over her ass cheeks. The feeling was a mix of pain and exquisite pleasure that El had never experienced, but all she knew was that she didn't want it to stop.
"You can move."
Mike held her close. He figured there was no way it wasn't at least a little uncomfortable.
"Good girl. You took me in so good. Move with me. Let's just rock, like you do when you go to sleep." Mike wondered what she'd think about his memory of how she put herself to sleep. "But don't go to sleep, El. Not right now. I want you here." He took the lead, rocking her, rocking into her. The position allowed him to hold her so close he could hear her every time she breathed. "How does it feel? It feels tight for me...like the best tightness ever. Like I don't ever want to stop."
"Then don't stop," El begged, completely under Mike's spell.
He always knew how to turn her on, how to drive her crazy with just words that left her speechless, let alone his actions.
And El did as she was told, rocking herself against Mike as his words echoed inside her head. Good girl. It made her moan into the pillow and the more she repeated the praise to herself the more she pushed against Mike's cock and allowed him to split her open entirely.
"You're so big, Mike...it feels really good. Go harder...if you want. You can do what you want to me, just...please don't stop."
El was on the verge on tears by now, the pleasure so overwhelming that there was no more trace of her usual snarkiness. She was reduced to a complete mess and all she wanted was to keep on feeling every inch of Mike's cock penetrating her tightest hole. Her hand cupped Mike's that was holding her breast and she urged him to massage it while they moved together, her ass lightly slapping over Mike's pelvis with every deep thrust he made.
Mike knew El was being honest with her praise. Her movements, the way she was trying to get more of him in even though he was all the way inside, how she was begging him with moans and touches, encouraging him to massage her breasts, to rub her ass, to play with her clit, told him all he needed to know. Told him all he'd wanted to know for months now.
Mike and El would always share a connection that couldn't be matched by anyone else.
He had to look at her. Mike needed to see her, to kiss her while his dick plunged into her most intimate hole. He pulled his cock out of her ass and rolled her onto her back.
"Fuck, El, I need to do it this way. I need to see you. I want to see your face." He hovered over her, loving how his cock seemed to know where to go. El wrapped her legs around him, her ass pulled slightly upwards by Mike's body. Mike watched her face as his dick slid back into her barely gaping asshole.
"Mmmm, yeah. Is this okay? Fuck, I can feel your pussy on my stomach. Rub your clit and lips on my skin while I fuck your little asshole, El." Mike leaned forward, his cock slipping deeper into her ass. "I need...I need to kiss you. God, El, I'm fucking your ass and I need to kiss you. I need it while your ass sucks on my dick."
El was awestruck and unable to deny Mike's request. Not that she wanted to, but even if she had it would have been impossible when every word that came out of his mouth was intended to turn her on immensely. So she obliged Mike and kissed him deeply, sobbing into his mouth as she swathed her tongue over his and swallowed all of his grunts and moans.
"Are you gonna come in my ass?" She teased between heavy breaths.
Her clit was stimulated by Mike's skin slapping over her pussy repeatedly and she cried out, her legs squeezing Mike impossibly tighter to her body as she didn't allow him to pull more than half of his cock out. He fucked her with short thrusts that left her breathless and whimpering against his plush lips, his dick forcing its way deeper with every move of his bony hips.
"I want you to...to come...in my ass. And fill me up...with your come, oh, Mike…is it gonna be a lot? I want it to, ah, I- I want it to be so much...it leaks out of my asshole. Will you give me that? Please, Mike... Say that you will. I need it. I need your come deep, oh fuck, so deep...inside."
"No way it won't be a lot, El. But I'm not in a hurry. I want to keep fucking your ass. You feel sooo good. How about I make you come though? Wanna come with my cock in your ass? I won't stop; I'll keep fucking you just like this. Your sweet pussy can come, contract. Want me to put my fingers inside? I don't want you to feel empty." Mike had been playing with her clit as he spoke, teasing it, pinching it lightly between his digits. Now he easily slipped a finger inside, twisting his hand so that his forefinger and pinky flanked her wet lips and his middle two fingers could pump into her, allowing his thumb to control touches to her clit.
"I know you like to be filled up," he murmured before their lips crashed. "Wanna make you come twice before me." Mike felt El's hands in his hair. "Wanna make you come forever."
"No, don't-" El tried to plead, but Mike's expert fingers had already entered her.
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head for a split second as his thumb joined her clit and her hand moved to Mike's nape out of instinct. She squeezed hard and cried into Mike's mouth, the acute pleasure of having both of her holes filled being too much to bear.
She lay completely still as Mike pounded his cock and his fingers in and out of her, scared that if she made the slightest move everything would turn out to be just the best dream she'd ever had instead of reality. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her other senses taking over and she couldn't even bother wondering if she looked silly with saliva hanging out of the corner of her mouth as Mike destroyed every inhibition from her, pushing her ever closer to orgasm.
"Mike-" El warned, her voice reedy when the telltale signs of her orgasm approached and every muscle stiffened.
She heaved, her stomach clenching and unclenching repeatedly along with her pussy and asshole and it only took two more flicks of Mike's thumb and his digits arched inside her pussy for El to come. Her legs forced Mike to stop moving until her orgasm subsided and she panted against his sweaty shoulder.
Licking the salty skin when the orgasm wore off, El murmured tiredly.
"Don't stop until you come, Mike. I did this for you...I want you to feel good with me. You can use me. Do whatever you want. It makes me happy."
El's small hands pressed on either side of Mike's face before she kissed his lips and urged him to put himself first for once.
"What I want? El, I'm doing it. Come for me again. Right now. I know you can. Think about my cock in your ass, pushing in. I'm stuffing it inside because you're so tight. Can you hear it? Hear your fucking perfect ass taking my cock?" The squishing and sucking sounds didn't stop as Mike pointed out to her the music that their fucking was creating. "Look down, El. Watch me disappear into your butt. Look at how hot that is." Mike pulled back a bit to give her room. The two of them watched in awe as he fucked her ass. Mike thought her pussy looked like it was breathing as he stroked into her.
"So come for me again. I'll help you. Your pussy looks like it wants to come again. Wants me to feel it." He put his whole hand over her mound, applying pressure to her clit with the heel of his hand, letting his fingers slip in as her moans got louder.
"Yeah, just like that. I hope I'm making you feel good because, El, you're making me feel like a god."
"Mike!" El screamed, louder and harder than ever when her second orgasm exploded all of a sudden.
She quivered uncontrollably as her eyes refused to peel from what Mike was doing to her and only closing them when she found it impossible to keep going. She cried out Mike's name repeatedly and let her fingertips dig into his flesh so hard she knew there would be bruises.
"Mike..."
Panting profoundly after her remorseless climax, El still found the strength to force Mike onto his back before straddling his hips. Her shaky hand took hold of his cock and she teased it over her gaping asshole while never breaking eye contact with the boy underneath her.
He was mesmerizing, his damp locks sticking to his forehead and his mouth parting wider when El finally sunk on his shaft. They moaned in unison, El's ass slowly starting to bounce on top of Mike until it hit his sack with every powerful thrust.
"Stop holding back...I need you to fill me up, Mike...please fill me up with come," El begged and lowered herself until their tongues danced together.
Mike wanted to watch her more, wanted to admire how her perfect tits bounced as she rode him, plugging her tight ass with his dick, but she was fucking him too well. He couldn't hold out much longer.
"You need it? You want to feel me bust in your ass? El, I'm going to. It's gonna be a come enema. It's gonna drip out of you all week long."
He pulled her hips down, making her take him all. He could still feel her pussy on his pelvis and it felt so erotic Mike couldn't help but touch it again. She was still pulsing occasionally.
"I'm gonna come now, El." Mike touched her clit. Maybe it was that she was so sensitive from coming twice already but as he touched her, his fingers knowing exactly how, he felt her start to tremble again.
"Oh yeah, come with me. Fuck, El, you're coming in your ass. Does it feel different? I can feel you squeezing my cock! Fuck! Oh fuck, El! Uuhhnnnn!" Mike shot his load, stream after stream as El cried out his name again, coming all over his cock as her pussy walls clenched and quivered around his fingers, her third and by far most powerful orgasm. Mike watched her face, committing it to memory, wanting to never forget how she looked when she was in ecstasy.
Finally spent, Mike rolled El over. He hugged her.
"I want to see. Can I? Can I watch my come drip out of your ass?"
"You want to-" Their eyes met and El could see Mike was serious. She couldn't say no to that.
"Okay..."
She nodded meekly and pushed her legs wider apart before Mike occupied the space between them. Her hands held her cheeks open as she pushed her ass more into Mike's face, allowing him to see the come she was forcing out of her gaping hole.
"Is it a lot?"
Mike watched as his milky white come oozed out of El's asshole in large blobs. It dripped down her crack. He was still semi-hard and he couldn't resist rubbing his cock over it, smearing it around.
"Looks so hot, El. Can...can I...I just gotta..." Mike pushed the tip of his come covered cock back into her pussy. "Fuck, you're still so amazing. I...does this feel good? God, El, I..."
"Feels the best," El interjected with a tired smile on her face.
She pulled Mike on top of her right after, their sweat-covered bodies coming together before they kissed. This time it wasn't rushed, their tongues languidly moving against each other for a few moments until Mike pulled up for air.
"Do you want to take a shower? I know I need one."
Author's Note: This chapter was much longer but I split it in half. They aren't quite finished with their evening yet. Just three chapters to go now. Will our heroes get their happily ever after or will they succumb to their own insecurities and self-righteousness? Like sands through the hourglass...