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Chrissy Cunningham. The girl who was always on schedule, whether it be for class, hangouts, or especially practice. So it was natural that the whole team was wondering where their lead cheerleader was if she never skipped a day of anything in her life. It drove to all sorts of wild theories, was there an accident? Guess after guess no one came close to the actual truth. The truth? Chrissy was a whore- not for just anyone but him. It was a curse and a godsend to be seeing the schools reject in private, the not being able to hold hands at school, the jealousy, arguments, tears, all of that vanished out of existence when they were alone in each other's arms. It seemed sappy considering the fact they couldn't stay mad at each other for long, especially with Eddie being her weed supply and everything. Although having her complete devotion should be more than enough he couldn't help the feeling of jealousy seething in his chest every time he noticed one of her hands on Jason's shoulders, artificial giggles, and faux entertainment was the sole thing going on, but in Eddie's eyes? Thoughts of her terminating their secret "arrangement" filled his head.
So what better way to relieve himself of that unnecessary stress than sneaking into the locker rooms after making sure Chrissy would be the last one in there, catching her by surprise as his hands slinked onto her waist, the cool metal of his rings pressing into her midriff right where her crop-top ended. Hearing her shocked gasp as her head whipped around to see who was behind her, then her huff of relief, she had to be his favorite thing. "What are you doing here!" She exclaimed in a loud whisper, though before she got her answer the locker room door was opened. That same hand that was once caressing her hip was now gently placed over her mouth, followed by Eddie whispering a faint "shh" into her ear. Eddie stepped back with her just so they were in the very back of the locker room far from the sight of the door, Chrissy was understandably tense against him. The tight spot they were in compared with the thrill of being calm? Her mind was going miles per hour at this point. "Do me a favor and hold this for me, Chrissy?" She ignored the deviant behind her shedding his leather jacket and tying it around her waist as if she was a coat holder.
But as soon as she felt Eddie, not so subtly, grind into her from behind and begin slipping his hand down the waistband of her skirt? All she could think about was the rumbling of Eddie's chest as he chuckled at the whimper of her retort. Doc Martens nudged her legs apart ever so teasingly yet with a hint of desperation, so his jeaned thigh could slip in between as the main event started. "Can I trust you to be quiet for me, angel?" He knew he couldn't, especially with the amount of noise Chrissy always seemed to make but he still let his hand drop down and free her mouth in favor of returning to her hips as his non-ringed hand finally slipped into her underwear, Eddie relished in the way her thighs squeezed his hand but he quickly spread them back apart with his own as a silent scolding. His middle finger teased up her folds his thumb pressing into her clit as she rocked back and forth onto his thigh already frustrated from the slow agonizing pace, Chrissy huffed in annoyance as her head fell forward just enough to press against the locker in front of her, giving her a clear view of what Eddie was doing.
Then finally Eddie gave into her silent pleas and pushed his finger inside starting with a steady pace that grew each time he drew his finger out, then another was added. Chrissy was in heaven, of course, there was someone there with them that could turn the corner and ruin their lives, but she could care less as she ground onto her lover's hand, the promise of being silent forgotten as she practically slobbered against the metal of the locker. This time her shaking hand came to hold onto his wrist, a weak one as her knees felt like they were about to give away. With his fingers alternating curling inside of her and pressing into her sweet spot then scissoring just so she could feel the small twinge of the pain of being stretched out on his fingers, she knew she wanted more. In a miserable attempt to egg him on she looked back at him, arched her back just enough to shift her hips up to press her against his hard-on. "Eddie! can you please just-" The cheerleader was cut off by Eddie's hand flying to her throat, putting enough pressure to silence her as the footsteps from before stirred up again
Holy shit. They were gonna get caught. The poor girl knew it, but Eddie? He seemed to find it funny the way his lips were pursed in a grin, snickering as if he was suddenly soundproof. "You hypocrite.. you're gonna get us caught," Chrissy murmured, maintaining her almost faltering voice from the immense pleasure between her legs as clear as she possibly could to not give him the satisfaction. Her annoyance was further pushed as she heard his familiar subtle chuckle. "What are you talking about? I'm just as quiet as you are, they won't hear shit." All Chrissy could think about was fuck Eddie, with his stupid praises, the way his fingers keep moving no matter what the circumstance was, the angle he had her chin tilted up so she was forced to keep eye contact with him as she tried holding in her moans. She knew she was close, Eddie knew it too judging by the way she kept clenching around his fingers they were soaked at this point. The preppy blonde pleasantly mewled out his name, her silent little plea going straight to his cock. "You do it well just for me, don't you?" Chrissy could only nod pathetically, biting onto her bottom lip to muffle the sounds that threatened to spill from both of her tempting, pink lips. "You just can't wait till the day you're Mrs. Munson for me to be in between your legs like you can for Jason, right? All that Bible-thumping, God preaching shit isn't such a big turn-on for dirty girls like you." That sent her flying over the edge, knowing how Jason could never give her the euphoric sweetness Eddie could. When they shared heated moments, which were rare, he reminded her they'd wait for marriage. The way God had intended it to be. They? Maybe Jason could, definitely not her. Chrissy herself didn't know what she found so sexually appealing about him. But Eddie? It was everything. He gave her almost every single thing she craved. All those promiscuous nights with him? The social reject gave it all, just because his perfect little angel deserved it. Chrissy's rebelling thoughts were interrupted as Eddie leaned in to kiss her right on time swallowing all the moans and groans she had to offer him while still drilling into her with his fingers. Eddie's perfect angel had her eyes squeezed shut, fighting the promise she'd kept to keep quiet. Every sound that dared to leak from those quivering lips was captured by his own mouth, almost helping her keep quiet just as he instructed her to. As Chrissy was maintaining the pleasure of the once tightening knot finally coming undone in her lower half all because of the simple twist and strokes of his talented fingers, she opened her glistening greenish-blue eyes to meet with Eddie's dark lust-filled brown ones. She hadn't realized how during the peak of her high, how hard she had been gripping onto his leather-clad sleeve to keep her calm. The look on his face was enough to make her fall on her knees, how proud he looked yet knew how fragile and needy she was. Even if she had just started coming down from her high, Eddie's expression alone made her heart thump faster and the sensation between her now damp thighs begged for more. "That's a good girl. Just look at you," Eddie murmured against her lips watching her eyes well up with stunning tears, just for him due to the overstimulation.
Just as Chrissy thought he was going to leave her as a desperate hot mess, cheerleaders had started filling the locker room. Fortunately not enough so the whole area was packed. Instead of using the room for its intended purpose, they all sat down on the benches in the center of the room gossiping about whatever came to mind, Chrissy blocked everything out as she felt Eddie withdraw his fingers, pink lips pouting at the feeling. Eddie had finally had enough, as much as he would love to stand there and torture his girlfriend for hours on end he had been ignoring his own needs for long enough. The locker was cold against her soft skin as he bundled her skirt around her waist, praising her for never wearing shorts underneath because it “makes everything so much easier for me, angel.” Despite the fact she was already too late to even walk into practice, Eddie didn't bother taking his time with her. Instead, he pushed the rest of her upper body to be pressed against the lockers as he leaned back to unbuckle his belt. The bullets on it practically seared into the bottom of Chrissy’s thighs when he leaned forward to grind against her ass, that cool facade he tried keeping up in an attempt to seem dominant went out the window as his hands went from her hips, to under her shirt, muffling his barely audible whines with the back of her neck. “I’ve been watching you all day. Every practice, actually. You know that? And every time I just need you so bad. Can I have you, angel? Please?” Chrissy had butterflies in her stomach, the way he could go from cocky and demanding to this? The cheerleader abruptly pushed him back just so she could turn around, pulling the confused Eddie back against her by the collar of his shirt. “You can have me, baby.”
That's all he needed to hear, Eddie gripped onto one of her thighs, hooking it onto his hip as rutted against her. The blonde's arms came to wrap around his neck but this time- she was the one feeding into his little praise kink, whispers, and murmurs of how he was such a good boy for putting her first and now he could have anything he wanted. The ringed hand squeezed in between their bodies to push his boxers down enough to free his cock. Chrissy's pretty manicured fingers came to wrap around it, stroking his length up and down at an excruciating pace as payback for before. “Chrissy-” Eddie wasn't one to stutter and stammer over his words but after all the waiting he couldn't help but let his head fall into the crook of her neck and jolt his hips into her hand. The slamming of a nearby locker reminded him of how now he was short on time, so he placed a kiss on his angel's lips and hooked his thumb onto the side of her underwear pushing it out of the way just enough so that he could unravel Chrissy's fingers and press the tip of his cock against her clit, not passing up the chance to act like a tease one last time before burying himself halfway into her cunt with a slow, simple thrust. And it burns. No matter how many times they’d sneak away with each other or how many times Eddie snuck in through her window to fuck her face into the mattress, Chrissy would never get used to it. This time it was her turn to bury her face into his neck, tears blurring her vision, a broken little whimper snagging on her lip as she tried to muffle it. “Shh, angel, shh.” He's whispering, his voice sounding cooing and condescending as his hips begin to thrust into hers. But she can’t, not with the way he's stretching her more and more with each piston of his hips, with his tip slamming against her cervix every other thrust despite the fact he wasn't even all the way in. Neither could Eddie, with the way his girlfriend dug her acrylics into his shoulder. How her legs were wrapped around his hips only to bring him closer to her pelvis, her heels digging into his spine at his lower back, seeing her shiny salivated lips silently scream at the feeling of his cock ramming into her g-spot. Eddie swore if anyone was dumb enough to turn the corner and interrupt their little session he’d make sure they’d never see the light of day again. Not to mention the thought of it being someone like Jason naively looking for his girlfriend? Eddie huffed as the jealousy that once was there earlier had reawakened, prompting him to dig his nails into her hips, Chrissy's hand went up to hold onto the strands of his curly hair and pulled lips curving into a smile at the sound of the outcast groaning for something so simple.
"And you told me to shush?" Chrissy whispered but thanks to their little pause they were able to hear that everyone was coming into the lockers, they looked at each other- around the room- then to the stalls behind them. Eddie helped her up and off of him and practically dragged the cheerleader into the nearest stall. Just because they had a possible audience didn't mean he was planning on stopping, just as Eddie began to line himself up once more to Chrissy who had her back pressed against his chest he whispered- “Tell me when you need me to stop, please sweetheart?" That's what she loved about him. Always so caring and considerate to her. Despite the warm moment they were having, Eddie thrust right back in not wanting to risk any more interruptions. Even though Chrissy thought she was being quiet with the silent whispers of his name she must've started getting really loud though, because Eddie slapped a palm over her babbling lips, his almond-shaped nails leaving tiny indents on her cheek as his hold slightly tightened. "Are you trying to let everyone out there know how good you're getting it every day and night? How no one else will ever touch this cock besides those pretty pampered hands of yours? And this sweet, sweet spot that's so tight around me." He temporarily relaxed his hold just so she could respond to him, as much of a bad an idea as it seemed his lust-filled brain was telling him otherwise. "Holy shit- right there Eddie, just there." Chrissy clamped her eyes shut again. The pleasure he had given her with his own fingers just previously was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. Eddie was inches deep inside of her now and although it felt like he was going far enough, she could tell he hadn't been generous enough to give her every remaining inch of what was currently slamming into her. Minutes shifted into seconds as the two went at it. He couldn't help but skim up at the stall door every now and then to make sure that the girls weren't nearby. Chrissy was forcing him over the edge from the gripping warmth around his cock, he had to finish fast before they got caught and would be the school's leading subject for as long as they were still there. The blonde's small whimpers caught his attention again as she tried her best to make herself quiet now, her fear of getting caught catching up to her lustful desires. Eddie couldn't help but feel the softness of her ass as he started to speed up, yet being careful of filling her up with only what she could take so far. Her back was arched more than ever which made things better for the two of them. It made him keep going at the spot just right, not only making Chrissy swear she could've come undone at that moment but excited his cock as well. The two gasped softly as they heard three light knocks on the stall door. How come they haven't heard the footsteps come closer? Eddie stopped for a moment and so did Chrissy, both of their eyes looking down to see a shadow of a pair of feet outside what separated the couple fucking desperately and her airhead friends being absolutely clueless. For now, at least. Two knocks again. "Hey, Chrissy? Is that you?" A soft, almost concerned voice spoke up. Eddie's wide eyes met with hers just waiting to hear some bullshit she had to say. "Oh, uh- um, yeah! I'm here, it's me. Chrissy." She knew she'd look back on this later and realize how idiotic she sounded, but it was the best she could think of. "You okay? You missed practice for the first time like, ever. We thought you were with Jason or something." Jason. Chrissy knew she was done for. Not only because word of her missing out on practice would eventually become news to Jason, but it couldn't be more obvious how passionate Eddie's hatred was for the jock. Before Chrissy could get another word out, Eddie started to fill her up again, but even deeper than before. The words in her throat got clogged as she realized he had finally let her indulge in the rest of the remaining inches of his cock. "Ah-ah! No, nope not with him! Not right now." Eddie let go of his grip on her ass and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning forward until there was no longer any room between them. "Now right now? Good one." He whispered, Chrissy, feeling his warm breath that smelled like weed against her ear. The voice outside of the stall became confused. "Yeah, right. He might be looking for you afterward anyways. You okay? You sound like, not okay." Eddie could almost gag at how absurd Chrissy's friends sounded. Not only did she have the nerve to interrupt his only chance at having her mewl next to his ear but make his own damn brain hurt by sounding like she was just as dumb as cheerleaders typically were. Minus Chrissy. It only made him wanna sink back deeper into his angel's cunt to make her feel his agony, and she knew for sure. "Oh fuck. I'm fine! I'm okay, I'm just having cramps. I'll be out, just go please!" Eddie wasn't going any slower and her whimpers began to come through each word. He was impressed. With each thrust, he made sure Chrissy got all of him. Speeding up and knowing that he was sending her to the clouds from how tears were spilling out from the sides of her tightly shut eyes. Eddie looked over to see that the once previously pesky friend of Chrissy's had walked away now that her shadow was no longer there, and his ears noticed that the chatter had become less and less loud. That still didn't stop him from continuing to defile all of what Chrissy had to offer in between her shaking legs, feeling her almost at the edge of her climax. "Can you hold on for me sweetheart? I'm almost there, just wait a little bit. Almost.." His voice was still soft despite the fact it was obvious they had been alone now, the words at the end of his pleading sentence dissolving into a barely heard whisper when his lips had found their way from the side of her face to the side of neck, kissing and eventually nipping at her soft skin to distract her. "Eddie, I'm almost there. I'm gonna-" "Do it, it's just me and you now, angel." Chrissy's helpless voice is what made him come to a final finish, being able to catch up with her. Her nails dug into the sleeve of his jacket that was still tightly wrapped around her waist, the feeling in her cunt becoming numb yet could just tell how Eddie was determined to keep filling the emptiness inside of her until they both came over their high at the same time. In and out, in and out, in and out it went at the very sweet spot he had been going at until a long string of curses left Chrissy's lips after a high-pitched squeal had managed to escape first. Eddie's low groan was audibly heard and exclusively to her only, making her blush even more than how red she was from the heat they shared from working to get to their climax. His arms constricted around her as if this was all some stupid, horny wet dream. As if he didn't hold on tight enough, Chrissy would disappear before his eyes and he'd wake up with a hard pathetic boner between his legs instead. His cock pushed in a little further one last time as he finally came, rather not to make a mess and leave it in her already wet, worn-out cunt.
The two stood there together taking deep breaths for what seemed like hours but in reality, was no more than a mere minute. Eddie pressed one last kiss to the side of her neck and withdrew his hips, practically hissing when the cold air met his now soft cock. He wasted no time readjusting himself back into his hellfire-themed boxers and then buckling his bullet belt, when he looked up all he could focus on was the way his cum began to slowly drip out of Chrissy, staining her thighs with him. But those perverted thoughts were knocked out of his head when he looked up once more and saw her pretty fucked out face, shaky breaths leaving her mouth, and the tear marks on her cheeks glistening under the cheap school lights. “It's cold.” That was all that she said as she placed both hands against the stall door in an attempt to push herself to stand up, but her loving dork took the jacket that was around her hips, fixed the armholes, and slipped it onto her while he took care of her. Making sure to give her forehead a kiss as he buttoned the first button of the leather jacket. “You did so well for me angel, I didn't push you too hard right?” Still recovering from the literal air being knocked out of her lungs, Chrissy’s response was a simple "no" as Eddie kneeled down and wiped down her thighs as much as he could with a wad of toilet paper peppering kisses on the spots he swiped as to apologize for the rough feeling after all school toilet paper felt like glass. The next few moments were spent in silence Eddie worked and Chrissy rested her hands in his hair to keep them warm. “Alright, we’re all down here if yo-” “Love you, Ed.”
Eddie felt his cheeks heating up despite the fact they were being so intimate with each other not even ten minutes ago. “Yeah whatever you say. Love you too. Now you think you can speed on out of here so we won't get caught together?" He fixed her skirt that was caught up in the band of her underwear, flattening it out so she was well covered. It was a shame they both had to act this way but Chrissy got rid of the comforting jacket that was covered in patches and passed it back to its original owner, opening the stall up and taking her leave but not before she bid her lover goodbye with promises of leaving her window open for him that night.