A/N: Reeeee this story is taking over my liiiiife.
Disclaimer: I own only Jocelyn Harford, nothing of Stranger Things. All rights go to the Duffer Brothers, and Netflix.
With Or Without You
Chapter 9
Superfreak
[Eddie]
As we return to the house, Dustin is standing on the porch, his arms crossed. He surveys us with a look of disgust and exasperation.
"So, you two finally did it, then? I could hear you all the way back here." Joce's face turns bright red, rivalling only her hair.
"Oh God, Dustin, I'm so sorry." She tries to stifle nervous laughter. I take a deep breath and smile, but I also blush deeply when Dustin speaks, my ears heating up.
Hey, sorry about that Henderson. But, hey," I wink at Joce, "It was about damn time, right?" Joce looks about ready to pass away. I grin, taking her hand, and we enter the house. Inside, Steve is standing in the kitchen, looking over a table of guns. He and Wheeler are talking in hushed voices as we come in. Steve looks up, and then down, seeing my hand wrapped around Joce's.
He raises an eyebrow, and when I smile broadly at him with a small nod, his face breaks out in a huge grin. "About freakin' time, you two. I thought you'd never get together." Steve looks and sounds happy for us, but there's something else in his voice, and I notice how his eyes flick to the blood on my front, and beside me, Joce quickly moves her hair to cover her neck. I step slightly in front of her to shield her from prying eyes.
"Hey, hey, it was a process." I say casually, slinging my arm around Joce's shoulders, careful to allow my hand to rest over the bite marks on her neck. But - hey, we just- we finally got to it." I wink at Steve, who withers slightly. I grin widely at this reaction, but I don't mention the fact that we were, just seconds ago, engaged in some very, very adult activities. Joce fidgets beside me, and I grin down at her. She's bright red, and looking anywhere but at me.
Steve rolls his eyes. "We're heading into Hawkins within the hour. Make sure you're ready." He looks between us, and again, his eyes drift down to the blood on my shirt. I quickly turn away, steering myself and Joce towards the bathroom.
"In that case, I'm gonna go shower. Jocelyn, sweetheart, I could really use your help reaching my…back." I grin back at Steve, who visibly gags, and I snort with laughter. I grab some clean clothes from mine and Joce's bags, before dragging Joce into the washroom, as Steve turns back to Nancy, who's trying not to burst out laughing.
"What? I'm happy for them." I hear her say as I shut the door and lock it behind us.
"Be fast!" I hear Steve yell through the door.
"Only way I know how, Stevie!" I shoot back, and Joce practically collapses in a fit of laughter. I grin down at her. "Hey." I wink at her as I pull my shirt off, slowly peeling it over my head and tossing it onto the floor.
I can see her big brown eyes look me up and down, and she actually licks her lips. I feel a smirk growing on my face, and she blushes scarlet. "Hey." She whispers back, and her voice is shy. She quickly removes her clothes, and I finished removing mine.
I move to turn on the hot water, and after a few minutes, the bathroom is filled with steam. I extend my hand to her, and we step into the shower together. As soon as I pull the shower curtain closed, I take her in my arms and kiss her deeply. She reacts almost instantly, wrapping her arms around my neck, and pulling me close. The feeling of our wet skin together in the shower sends a pleasant shiver through my body, and I growl against her soft lips. I feel her shudder in my arms as I do.
I smile against her mouth, and slowly take her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking gently. Her hands come up to tangle themselves into my soaking wet hair, and I groan again audibly. I can feel her fingers moving nimbly across the flesh of my stomach, tracing my tattoos, and the injuries left by the demobats. I move my own hands down to hold her by the waist, pulling her closer to me.
I gasp loudly when she breaks away from our kiss to kiss along my neck, taking my earlobe in her mouth and gently nibbling on it. "Joce- you're gonna kill me." My breath hitches in my chest as I feel the vibration of her laughter against my skin.
"I hope not." She hums against my neck now. "Then how could we finish what we've started?" Her hands start to trail down my chest to my stomach, inching lower.
I moan again, my hands holding onto her shoulders now. I feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest, and my breathing becomes shallow. "Oh god, Joce. Please... please." My breath catches in my throat and my heart starts to feel like it might escape from the confines of my rib cage.
"Please, what?" She hisses, and I moan a little louder than I can help. I can't control it. This woman does something to me.
I catch my breath, but not easily. "Um- um… uh…" I swallow hard, the muscles in my core tightening now and my heart racing faster and faster. "Please… ngh…" Her hand comes to rest at the top of my groin, and she slowly lowers her hand further, wrapping her fingers around my already throbbing cock. I bite my lip so hard I draw blood, my knees buckling slightly under me. "Oh god, oh god - please don't stop."
I can't see her face because my eyes are squeezed shut, but I'm sure she's grinning at me. She suddenly starts to kneel down, and my brain can barely register what's happening before I feel her lips around my rock hard length.
My eyes glaze over at this, and I'm gone. My heart starts to skip a beat, all the blood rushing to my head for one brief moment - before it all rushes somewhere… else. I look up at the ceiling, gritting my teeth. The way she's moving her mouth, her tongue. The sounds she's making as her head bobs up and down on my cock… it's just- it's perfect. I moan, breathing in and out heavily. Quite against my own will, I start to buck my hips in time with her movement, and I hear her gag slightly. My eyes fly open, and I stare down at her. Before I can ask if she's ok, she's looking up at me with those huge doe eyes.
"Does that feel good, baby?" She croons, and I feel weak in the knees.
"God yes." I whimper, my eyes closed as my face flushes. "If you're trying to kill me, you are doing a fantastic job of it… oh god…" My voice catches as her tongue licks all the way from the base of my shaft to the tip, and she wraps her lips around my head, before coming off with a beautiful pop. I am going to die in this shower, I swear to God.
"Oh god — J… Joce!" I choke out. I'm already so close, and I'd be embarrassed if it didn't feel so damn good. 'What are you doing to me?' I groan quietly, my breath coming out in short gasps. I feel her laugh against my skin and my eyes roll back at the sensation spreading through me. "God— oh my god. Oh my god." I can't take this anymore. This woman is going to be the death of me.
She comes up for air again, and looks up at me. "Look at me." She says quietly, and I can't help but listen, looking down at her beautiful face, skin flushed, eyes wide and innocent looking, my cock jamming in and out of her throat. "Come for me, Eddie." She says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.
My entire body starts to tremble - my eyes widen, my breathing becoming fast and heavy. I can almost feel my heart beating in my throat as my face flushes and I bite my lip. Jesus H Christ. "J-Joce!" I pant. "I- I'm close - I'm…" Holy shit.
Holy. Shit.
"That's it, baby." She sounds so far away. "Come for me. Right now. Come for me, Eddie."
I grit my teeth, and my jaw starts to strain. I can't take it anymore. "Joce. Joce - I - oh my god -" I let out a strangled groan as I release into her mouth, my whole body convulsing, feeling her sucking me dry. I have to bite down on my knuckles to stop from screaming her name into the steam.
I feel her move below me, and I open my eyes, dazed, looking down at her. She's grinning, wiping her mouth clean, before standing up and taking some water from the running shower into her mouth, swishing it around, and spinning it down the drain. She turns to smirk at me, her normally pretty face shadowed in devilish satisfaction.
"You're welcome." She beams, before reaching for the shampoo. As she's about to start washing her hair, my body moves on its own. I growl quietly, my arms wrapping around her as I turn her around, kissing her hard, my tongue pushing into her mouth while I slide my hands into her hair.
Her reaction is instantaneous. She's moaning against me as I push her back against the shower wall.
"It is my turn now?" She gasps, her voice teasing.
I pull away from her for a second, before coming down to her ear. "You're damn right it is, Princess." She shivers against me, and I smirk. I begin to kiss down her body, starting with her throat, kissing along the bruises I left when I last fed. She whimpers. I move to her collarbone next. Another whimper. I'm at her breasts, taking a perfect, pink nipple in my mouth and biting down a little harder than I expected myself to. That earns me a loud moan. Now I'm at her abdomen, and she's positively vibrating. I begin to move lower, and I can feel her beginning to shake so hard I worry for a second she's going to shatter.
I use both hands and roughly spread her legs, and she whines. I look up at her, and she's a mess. Her face is red, and she's gasping for air. Her hands are on her breasts and she's teasing her nipples while staring down at me. Her face… God, her face. There's the most delicious look of want I have ever seen, and she doesn't even need to speak for me to know what she wants me to do. I lift one of her legs so it's thrown over my shoulder. Slowly, I lean in.
When my lips meet her wet folds, she cries out, her head falling back and hitting the shower wall with a dull thud. I grip the shower walls for support but I can't stop my knees from nearly buckling. Her hands come down and grab my head, holding me in place.
"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" I rumble against her core. She whines like an animal, and can barely get the "Yes" out before I dive back in, licking up the entirety of her soaking wet cunt, teasing her clit with my tongue.
"Holy mother fucking shit, Eddie!" She sobs, and I can see her holding her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming.
"Such a filthy little mouth you have, Princess." I whisper, grinning.
"A-all for you." She replies, and I can hear the desperation in her voice. "Please, Eddie, I'm so close. Please don't stop. Baby, please!" Her body is twitching now, and I feel her legs begin to threaten to give way. I move my hands to hold her by the pelvis, keeping her upright and steady, and she whimpers again.
"Oh, you know I'm not going to stop. You just let yourself go, sweetheart." I encourage her gently. I let go of her left side, using my right hand to slowly insert a finger into her tight hole. She almost screams. I'm fucking her with my mouth and my finger now, and she's an absolute mess.
"Eddie — oh god, Eddie!" She's coming undone now, and I don't stop; I don't slow down. She's coming harder than I thought possible, and her hands clamp down on my hair, holding me there so tightly I can't breathe, but I don't care. It's when I start to see stars that I gently pull my finger out of her, and slowly pry her hands off my head so I can lean back to take in a lungful of hair. I sit back on my heels, gasping, looking up at her.
"How do you feel, sweetheart?" I pant, beaming up at her. She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Her eyes are closed, her red hair soaking wet, clinging to her perfect, pale body. I can see small freckles dotting her skin, and I mentally take note of each of their locations, reminding myself to kiss every single one later.
She slowly sinks to her knees in the shower to be level with me. "That was… amazing Eddie. Holy hell." She leans in, kissing me. I know she can taste herself on me, because she sighs happily as she licks along my lips.
Fuck. She is otherworldly.
I smile, and lean in, pressing my lips to her forehead. She leans against me, nestling her head under my chin. "I am so happy right now, Eddie." She mumbles. "I am so glad I finally told you how I feel."
"Me, too." I say softly, wrapping my arms around her. "I'm glad we both took that chance."
She moves her head, smiling up at me. "No going back now, Munson. You're stuck with me." She teases.
"Nope. No going back now." I echo, smiling softly down at her. "We have our whole lives ahead of us - and I'm going to make it a wild ride." I grin toothily down at her, and she giggles.
"Oh, God. What have I gotten myself into?" She feigns fear.
My grin widens. "The best time of your life, sweetheart. I mean, hell- if you can handle all of this," I gesture to my entire self, "you can handle anything." I wink.
Joce bursts out laughing. Just then, there's a loud banging on the door.
"WILL YOU TWO HURRY UP!" It's Steve and he sounds beyond irritated. Joce and I exchange a look, and Joce starts giggling like an idiot.
"Sorry Steve!" Joce yells back. "We should finish up and get out." She's still giggling.
I laugh. "It seems we've been caught, sweetheart. But don't worry… it's not like he didn't already suspect something like this was going on, right?" My eyes glint mischievously. "Maybe we can be even louder, just to spite him?" I raise a brow, and Joce snorts and swats at me.
"You're an animal." She snickers.
I laugh. "I'm an animal, and you like it." I give her a kiss on the top of her head. "It's all a part of the charm."
She reaches up and takes my lower lip in her mouth for a second, biting me softly. "Damn right." She whispers sinfully in my ear, grinning.
I gasp, and let out a soft moan. "Oh, baby… You drive me insane."
She beams up at me. "Good." She pecks me on the cheek, and we finish up in the shower.
As we are stepping out, I glance at her as she is pulling on her clean clothes. She notices, and her cheeks go red.
"What?"
I think for a second. "You are… Just such a tease." I can't help but chuckle.
Joce grins. "You love it." She chirps back.
"You better believe I love it." I reply in earnest. "I'm just not sure if Harrington will share our enthusiasm." At that, there is another banging on the door.
"GUYS!"
We both start laughing. "Sorry!" We cry in unison, before exiting the bathroom.
Steve looks livid, and both Nancy and Robin are red in the face from laughter.
"Sorry, Harrington. We were too loud for you?" I ask, smirking at him. "Or… not loud enough?" I lean in closer, and Steve takes a step back, looking traumatized.
"Just… shut up." He croaks out.
"Am I pushing your buttons, Steve?" I say in a mocking tone, my smirk rising. "I just love to push buttons. Don't I, Joce?"
Steve looks about ready to die, and Joce is choking on her laughter. "Eddie, leave the poor boy alone; you're gonna give him a heart attack!" She pulls me away, as I'm cackling. Robin and Nancy are both doubled over in laughter.
"You two heathens are lucky everyone else is outside now." Steve growls, his face bright red. He turns and storms into the washroom, slamming the door. Joce throws back her head, laughing louder and harder than I've ever seen, and it is a beautiful sight to behold. As she's calming down, Dustin walks into the house.
"Hey, Henderson." I say, ruffling his hair. He scowls at me.
"Don't "Henderson" me. I'm still traumatized from you two."
"Well, now Steve is too, so you guys are twins." Joce manages to gasp out, holding her sides. Dustin gags, and I start to pathetically apologize, when Steve suddenly comes out of the bathroom. He's holding something. I realize it's mine and Joce's dirty clothes. The ones with blood on them. Both of them. My eyes snap to Joce, and she quickly tries to pull her wet hair over her shoulder to hide the bruises and bitemarks on her neck.
But she's too late.
Steve can see the bite marks on her neck, she didn't cover them in time. Steve looks from me to Joce, and then addresses Dustin. His tone has an edge to it, and I slowly step in front of Joce, shielding her. I can feel her grow cold and stiff behind me, her hand reaching for the back of my shirt.
"Dustin, how did you say Eddie survived the demobats again?" Steve asks Dustin. His brown eyes travel from Dustin to Joce, and then come to rest on me. I can feel my pulse begin to quicken, as fight or flight mode begins to engage.
Dustin looks over, surprised by the question. "Oh, uh, I don't know, exactly. One minute I thought he was dead, and the next… he wasn't." He shrugs.
"Steve…" I take a slow step forward, careful to keep my arm out in front of Joce.
Steve is looking from me to Joce, his face twitching slightly. I can tell he's thinking hard. Finally, he speaks.
"Yeah… that's what I thought." Steve says. "Jocelyn, don't move." Before either of us can react, Steve suddenly draws a pistol, pointing it straight at my chest. Behind me, I hear Joce scream.
"Steve, NO!"
