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Hopper seemed to be in a foul mood tonight, breaking out the cuffs on Eddie almost as soon as he'd busted the pair of them sharing a blunt. Chrissy knew the police chief was generally less than amiable, but tonight was straight-up looking-for-a-reason-to-exert-cop-power kind of cranky. While Eddie had been pushed into the truck with his hands cuffed behind him, she was given a free pass.
"'Cause you're a good kid, Cunningham. Stop hanging around the wrong crowd."
Looking into the police truck and seeing Eddie, higher than she was and grimacing in disappointment at their ruined night, Chrissy made a snap choice.
"Wait! Chief Hopper!" She called, stepping forward. He sighed and turned back to her, face flat and already rethinking letting her go. "Can I- Is there anything I can do? So that... So that you let Eddie off?"
"No. He's gonna stay the night with me. I'll call Wayne up at the plant, and he'll be free to go tomorrow. After I confiscate whatever else he's hiding on him." The answer was an absolute, exhaustion painting his face now that he'd seemed to get the itch to wave his badge around satisfied. Hopper opened the door, Chrissy biting her lower lip and glancing at Eddie again.
“Not even this?” As Hopper turned to look at her, Chrissy lifted her tee shirt.
She hadn’t been wearing a bra because she figured she didn’t need one. The plan had been to get high out here and she assumed they’d fool around, too. Her exposed breasts were cold against the night air, nipples perking as the Chief’s face dropped and went red. As she let her shirt fall, Chrissy saw Eddie looking at her in clear confusion, eyes darting from her to Hopper.
The Chief cleared his throat loudly, coughing and looking away. She waited as he looked out over to the dark woods that surrounded the teens’ getaway. It was as close to a makeout spot as Hawkins had that wasn’t buried out by Lovers Lake under the aptly named Skull Rock, an open space not far off the road that overlooked the town from a small hill. It had been closed off enough that the two of them had thought it safe, but she wondered if Hopper had followed them around rather than just ‘stumble’ upon them here…
“Look, kid-”
“I’m not a kid,” Chrissy insisted. Sure, she was 16, but that wasn’t ‘a kid’. She was worried that he was going to be mad at her for cutting him off, or for trying to bribe an officer. All of Hawkins knew Hopper wasn’t the straightest cop, though. She couldn’t really be blamed for trying, could she?
He sighed, his gaze coming back to her.
“You’re offering a whole lot for your drug-dealing boyfriend,” Hopper said, ignoring the interruption. She crossed her arms and frowned. His gaze ran down her bare legs and up over her shirt where her nipples were surely poking out from. “But if you’re serious…”
“I am,” she replied. She wondered if he was pent up and that’s why he was so agitated tonight. Maybe this favor would last for more than getting Eddie out of a holding cell for one night.
He put his hands on his hips and nodded.
“Alright. Alright, deal.” Hopper closed the door of the police truck, slowly walking over to her.
A tremor of fear ran through her as he got closer, realizing just how big he was. Tall, thicker around the middle, and imposing. Like he could snap her like a twig if he wanted. But he didn’t want to, instead splaying a large hand at the small of her back and pressing her to the hood of the truck. It was warm, but not running, Chrissy looking over her shoulder at him.
His hands swallowed her as he ran rough fingers down her side and around her hips. Eddie was watching her with wide eyes, a look of fear now blended in his confusion. She looked back and shook her head, giving him a smile as she tried to communicate this was okay, that she offered it. He shifted uncomfortably with his hands bound behind him, uncertain but giving a nod.
Hopper's hand slid up beneath the thin fabric of her tee shirt, Chrissy gasping as it closed over her breast. Her skin was soft and smooth, a stark contrast to his calloused palm as he squeezed firmly. Hopper found the nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, Chrissy giving a small ‘oh!’ at the stimulation. She’d already been feeling a little eager from before Hopper had busted in. Most times she’d smoked weed she’d gotten horny pretty fast. She couldn’t tell if it was the grass or the fact she and Eddie almost always fucked or fooled around when they smoked.
In either case, she could feel heat pooling between her legs as Hopper played with her, the cop pressing himself against her and grinding against her ass. She sucked on her lower lip as she pushed back into him, feeling his arousal growing in his pants. He groaned over her, rubbing against her ass again and twisting her nipple.
One hand still playing with her breast, his other slid down under her skirt. He teased around her thighs, squeezing gently before rubbing a finger against the wet line in her panties; those she’d worn tonight. He made an approving hum, rutting against her again and teasing her over the cloth of her undergarments. Her breath hitched as she gave a small moan, shifting her hands over the hood and rolling her hips against his hand to feel pressure against her clit.
Her gaze went back to Eddie, eyes lidded as arousal started to cloud her mind. He was staring with a sort of amazed fascination, mouth hanging open dumbly. She bit her lip and smiled, slowly tugging it free. If he didn’t come out of the truck hard, she’d be surprised; She didn’t mind going two rounds back to back if he didn’t mind that he was sharing her with Hopper for one evening.
Hopper leaned down into her, the bristles of his mustache tickling her hair as he continued to tease and arouse her, occasionally rutting against her. She could smell the tobacco on his breath as he groaned, his arm wrapping around her to grasp her other breast and treat it the same as the first.
“Fuck…” Chrissy hissed in surprise as he pulled her underwear to the side and slid in a finger. Where Eddie’s were thin and dexterous, Hoppers were thick and eager to plunge deep into her and open her up. He slid it in and out, working her up as she leaned her head back against him, dizzyingly hot all over from his touch.
If anyone had told Chrissy Cunningham she’d be hot and bothered over Jim Hopper, she would’ve laughed in their face. Then again, it wasn’t that long ago the same could be said for dating Eddie Munson…
She whined a little impatiently as he slowed and pulled his finger out, her dripping cunt achingly empty.
“Condom?” Hopper asked, tracing her slit from back to clit as she rocked against his hand.
“I’m on the pill, we didn’t… We didn’t bring any,” she breathed back. In the past, she’d been careful even with the pill, but Eddie had taught her the joys of fucking raw. Hopper snorted.
“Irresponsible kids…”
He pulled away from her pussy, and for a bizarre moment, she thought he’d changed his mind just because she didn’t have a condom. The thought evaporated as she heard his pants hastily unzip and felt him work his cock under her skirt.
She sighed as the hot head brushed against her cunt, Hopper still holding her undies to the side but not taking them off. It felt big, wet and twitching as he teased it against her lips. She rocked her hips against it, eager to feel it inside of her, damn near desperate for it from how wet she felt. Hopper didn’t keep her waiting.
She gasped out at the sharp pain of the stretch. He was as big as he felt, his cock thick as it pushed its way in. Hopper moaned, squeezing the tit he was still holding onto as he inched his way in. Chrissy’s mouth was held open, mirroring Eddie in a look of bliss.
As he hit the hilt, Chrissy warbled a moan. She’d never felt so full , her walls pulsing around his cock as he gave her a moment to adjust. He reached so far inside of her, she could almost imagine a lewd bulge in her abdomen.
The Chief started to thrust out and back in, stutters of movement that sent shocks through her core. She didn’t bother trying to stifle the high sounds she was making as her body bounced with each thrust, legs trembling like they were going to give beneath her. His hand slid around her front from beneath her skirt, sliding under the panties so he could play with her clit as he fucked her.
She gasped and her exhale came out in a lascivious moan, coming in moments of his touch as he thrust harder into her. Chrissy’s head dropped forward, the orgasm cresting intensely as it crashed into her. He kept circling her clit and thrusting into her, Chrissy warbling small sobs as her legs shook harder from overstimulation. She was drooling on the hood of the truck, moaning endlessly, and being torn between wanting him to stop and give her clit a break and wanting him to go until she broke.
It seemed like he was set on the latter, Chrissy balling her fists as she twitched and jerked beneath him, cunt clenching as another, almost painful orgasm washed over her.
“Fuck… Fuck… Ohmigod,” she tried to find words as she melted beneath him, her brain a slurry of electric tingles and overwhelming stimulation.
He laughed between his grunting, a satisfied sound as he slowed his touches to her clit and began to stutter his thrusts into her. Her cunt squeezed around him, throbbing from orgasm and pulsing from pleasure. He gave a few more thrusts and then pushed in fully, moaning into her ear as he came.
She lifted her head as he painted her insides, tears streaking her cheeks as she saw Eddie in the back of the truck. His face was red, almost glowing even in the dark as he watched, mouth still hanging open.
Chrissy panted, her legs feeling numb beneath her as Hopper pulled out and she had to rely on them again. Cum dribbled down her thigh and her breast tingled as he let go of her finally. He backed off of her slowly, hands going to her waist as she tried to steady herself while her head spun in bliss.
When she could stand on her own, he stood back and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping himself clean before doing up his pants.
“Your boyfriend sure is lucky to have a girl like you,” Hopper said with a smirk. She gave him a small smile as he opened the back door of the truck and pulled Eddie out. “You be sure to thank her, lover boy. You get off with a warning tonight.”
As Hopper uncuffed him, Eddie stumbled towards Chrissy without a word. She could see the tent in his jeans making it hard for him to walk, his face still beet red. Chrissy smiled and reached for his hand as Hopper nodded a good night their way and hopped in his truck.
Eddie stayed quiet until Hopper started to drive off, then he let out a long exhale.
“That was ah… Th-thank you,” he stammered out, licking his lips.
“Don’t thank me just yet, let me give you yours,” Chrissy said, reaching for the zipper of his pants.