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Chrissy stood outside the Munson trailer for a long minute, listening to the nighttime sounds of the trailer park around her. A dog barked somewhere a few rows over. Someone’s television murmured through an open window. Crickets chirped steadily in the grass. The single warm light glowing in Eddie’s living room window made her stomach twist with nerves and something warmer underneath.
She wiped her hands on her jeans one more time, then climbed the couple of metal steps and knocked softly—two light taps.
The door opened almost right away. Eddie stood there in his gray sweatpants and an old, faded Black Sabbath shirt, hair wild like he’d been running his fingers through it. He looked at her, really looked, and that familiar half-smirk appeared.
“Figured you’d chicken out when you saw the lights still on,” he said, voice low and a little rough around the edges.
“I almost did,” Chrissy admitted softly, stepping inside. “I drove around the block twice.”
Eddie closed the door behind her with careful quiet, the latch clicking louder than either of them wanted in the still night. They both paused, listening. Wayne’s snoring rumbled from the back bedroom—deep and steady.
“He’s out,” Eddie confirmed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Double shift today. He crashes hard after those. But these walls…” He tapped one thin panel lightly with his knuckle. “They might as well be paper. Whole park could hear a pin drop if we’re not careful.”
Chrissy nodded, clutching the strap of her small bag tighter than she needed to. The trailer felt small and intimate, the air warm from the summer night. It smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and the pizza they’d probably had for dinner. She liked it here. It felt more real than her own house sometimes.
“Do you want something to drink?” Eddie asked, moving toward the tiny kitchenette. “Water? There might be one beer left, but it’s probably not very cold anymore.”
“Water would be nice, thank you.”
He filled a glass under the tap, the pipes making a soft groaning sound. Eddie handed her the glass with a small smile. Their fingers brushed, and the touch lingered just a little.
Chrissy took a sip, the coolness helping settle her nerves. Eddie leaned against the counter across from her, arms loosely crossed, giving her space but watching her with those dark, curious eyes.
“So,” he said after a moment, keeping his voice low. “How’d you manage to get away tonight? Did you tell Carver you were studying or something?”
She shook her head, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. “I said I had really bad cramps and was just going to stay in bed. He’s at this church lock-in thing until morning anyways. Some purity and leadership retreat for the team.”
Eddie’s smirk grew, but it wasn’t mean. “Cramps. Nice. You’re getting pretty good at this.”
“I feel bad about it,” she confessed quietly, looking down at the glass in her hands. “But being with him lately… it feels like I’m always pretending. Smiling the right way, saying the right things. With you I don’t have to do that.”
Eddie was quiet for a beat. Then he pushed off the counter and stepped closer, slow enough that she could have moved away if she wanted. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.
“You don’t have to pretend here,” he murmured. “Not with me.”
The simple words made something warm bloom in her chest. Chrissy set the glass down and leaned up to kiss him. It started soft and sweet, just a gentle press of lips. Eddie hummed quietly and kissed her back, one hand coming up to cup her cheek. They stayed like that for a while, learning the feel of each other again, the kiss slowly growing deeper but never rushed.
When they finally parted for air, Eddie rested his forehead against hers. “My room?” he whispered.
She nodded.
He took her hand and led her down the short hallway, both of them stepping carefully over a pile of laundry and an abandoned guitar case. Every floorboard seemed determined to creak tonight. At his door he paused, listening toward Wayne’s room one more time. The snoring continued, steady. Eddie pushed the door open and they slipped inside.
His bedroom was perfectly Eddie—band posters covering the walls, clothes draped over the chair, his guitar resting in the corner, the bed unmade with black sheets. He closed the door behind them with the same careful quiet, then turned to face her.
Chrissy felt suddenly shy under his gaze. She reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it off slowly, folding it neatly over the back of his chair out of habit. The pink tank top underneath felt thin in the warm air. Eddie watched every movement, eyes soft but heated.
“You’re beautiful,” he said simply. “Still can’t believe you keep coming back here.”
She smiled, cheeks warm, and stepped closer. “I like being here with you.”
They kissed again, standing in the middle of his small room. Eddie’s hands rested lightly on her waist at first, then slid under the hem of her tank top to touch bare skin. Chrissy shivered at the contact and pressed closer, her own hands exploring his chest through his shirt. They took their time undressing each other—Eddie lifting her tank top off, then carefully unclasping her bra. When her breasts were bare he looked at her for a long moment before leaning down to kiss along her collarbone, then lower.
Chrissy bit her lip as his mouth closed over one nipple, the sensation sending sparks through her. She threaded her fingers through his curls, holding him gently as he took his time, switching sides, using his tongue in slow circles.
The bed was only steps away. They moved toward it together, still touching, still kissing. When they lowered themselves onto the mattress the springs gave a loud, complaining squeak. They both froze instantly, eyes wide, listening hard.
Wayne’s snoring didn’t change. Outside, a car rolled slowly through the trailer park, music faintly playing.
Eddie dropped his face into the crook of her neck, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. “This bed is going to be the death of us,” he whispered.
Chrissy let out a soft giggle, the sound surprising even her. It felt good to laugh with him like this. “We’ll just have to be very careful then,” she whispered back, still smiling.
Eddie lifted his head, eyes sparkling. “I can do careful.” He kissed her again, deep and slow, his hand sliding down her body. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay? We can go as slow as you want.”
She nodded, heart racing. “I trust you.”
Eddie smiled against her lips and kissed her again, slower this time, like he had all night. His hand stayed gentle as it slid down her side, over the curve of her hip, then back up to cup her breast. He rolled her nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure to make her gasp quietly into his mouth. The bed creaked softly when she shifted, but it was quieter this time.
“Gotta stay quiet, sweetheart,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear. “Can’t have the whole trailer park knowing what we’re doing in here.”
She nodded, cheeks flushed, and pulled him closer. Eddie took the hint and settled more fully between her legs, his weight warm and solid. He was hard against her thigh, the heat of him making her stomach flutter with anticipation. Instead of rushing, though, he kissed his way down her body—slow, open-mouthed kisses across her collarbone, between her breasts, down her stomach. Every touch felt deliberate, like he was memorizing her.
When he reached the inside of her thigh, he looked up at her through his messy curls. “Okay?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
He pressed a kiss right at the top of her thigh, then higher, until his mouth was on her. Chrissy’s hand flew to her mouth as his tongue licked a slow stripe up her center. The sensation was overwhelming—wet, warm, and so intimate. Eddie hummed like he was enjoying himself, the vibration making her hips twitch. He took his time, exploring her with his tongue and lips, gentle at first, then firmer as her breathing grew shaky.
One of his fingers joined his mouth, sliding inside her slowly while his tongue circled her most sensitive spot. Chrissy’s thighs trembled around his shoulders. The pleasure built gradually, warm and deep, making her whole body feel tight and melty at the same time.
“Eddie…” she breathed, barely audible. “That feels so good…”
He groaned quietly against her, the sound vibrating through her. “You taste so sweet,” he whispered, adding a second finger and curling them just right. “So wet for me already. Such a good girl letting me do this while Wayne’s right down the hall.”
The words, combined with the steady rhythm of his fingers and tongue, pushed her closer to the edge. Her hips started moving on their own, chasing the feeling. Eddie didn’t speed up—he kept it slow and steady, drawing it out until she was shaking.
When she finally came it rolled through her like a warm wave, toes curling, back arching off the bed. She pressed her face into the pillow to muffle the soft, helpless sounds she couldn’t quite hold back. Eddie worked her through it gently, then kissed his way back up her body until he was hovering over her again.
He was breathing hard, lips shiny, eyes dark with want. “You okay?” he asked, brushing hair out of her face.
Chrissy nodded, still catching her breath, a shy smile breaking across her face. “That was… really nice.”
Eddie chuckled low. “Just nice? Damn, I’ll have to try harder next round.”
She giggled softly and pulled him down into a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. It should have embarrassed her, but it only made the heat flare hotter. As they kissed, she reached between them and wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly the way she was learning he liked. Eddie groaned into her mouth, hips jerking once.
“Careful, baby,” he warned, voice strained. “Feels too good.”
“I want you,” she whispered against his lips. “Please, Eddie.”
He nodded and reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom. Chrissy watched him roll it on, heart pounding with nerves and excitement. When he settled back between her legs, the head of his cock nudged against her entrance. He paused there, looking down at her.
“Still good?” he asked. “We can stop anytime.”
“Don’t stop,” she said softly, wrapping her legs around his waist. “I want to feel you.”
Eddie pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching her face the whole time. Chrissy’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp at the stretch. He was thick and warm, filling her completely. When he bottomed out they both stayed still, breathing together, foreheads pressed close.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he whispered, voice rough. “So tight around me… like you were made for this.”
The bed gave another small squeak as he started to move—slow, deep rolls of his hips that made her feel every inch. Chrissy clung to his shoulders, nails digging in lightly, soft whimpers escaping despite her best efforts. Eddie kissed her to swallow the sounds, one hand braced by her head while the other gripped her hip, guiding her to meet his thrusts.
The pace stayed unhurried but intense, building spice with every grind and kiss. Outside, the trailer park had gone quieter, but every tiny noise from the bed still made them pause and listen, exchanging breathless little smiles when Wayne didn’t stir.
Eddie leaned down, lips against her ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Taking me so well. So quiet and sweet even while I’m fucking you in my shitty trailer bed…”
The dirty words from him made her clench around him. She was getting close again, the pressure building hotter and tighter.
Eddie noticed, his pace staying deep and steady. “Yeah? You gonna come again for me?” he whispered, voice low and gravelly. “Want to feel you squeezing my cock while Wayne’s sleeping right down the hall. So fucking risky, baby… and you’re still being such a sweet girl for me.”
Chrissy buried her face in his neck, nodding frantically as the feeling crested. Her second orgasm hit slower but deeper than the first, rolling through her in long, shuddering waves. She bit down gently on his shoulder to stay quiet, body trembling underneath him. Eddie groaned softly at the feel of her pulsing around him, but he didn’t speed up. He kept fucking her through it with those same measured thrusts, drawing it out until she was boneless and panting.
When she finally relaxed, he kissed her temple, her cheek, then her lips—slow and sweet. “So good,” he murmured. “You’re doing so good for me.”
He eased out of her carefully and sat back on his heels, rolling the condom off and tying it. Chrissy watched him, still hazy with pleasure, as he reached for another one. The trailer was warm, their skin slick with sweat. Outside, a distant car door slammed somewhere in the park, followed by muffled voices that faded quickly.
Eddie glanced toward the door for a second, then back at her with a crooked grin. “Think the neighbors are having a better night than us?”
Chrissy let out a soft, breathless laugh and covered her face with her hands for a moment. “This is crazy,” she whispered between her fingers. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Any regrets?” he asked, suddenly serious even as he rolled the fresh condom on.
She shook her head quickly and reached for him, pulling him back down on top of her. “No. None. I just… I’ve never felt like this before.”
Eddie settled between her thighs again, but this time he didn’t push inside right away. Instead he rubbed the head of his cock against her sensitive clit in slow circles, teasing. Chrissy whimpered quietly, hips twitching up toward him.
“Please, Eddie…”
“Please what, sweetheart?” He leaned down and nipped at her bottom lip. “Use your words. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me again,” she whispered, cheeks burning. “I want to feel full.”
He made a low, appreciative sound and finally pushed back in—still slow, still careful, but deeper this time now that she was so slick and relaxed. They both exhaled shakily when he bottomed out. For a long minute he just stayed there, grinding in small circles, letting her feel every inch while he kissed her lazily.
Then he started moving again. The pace was unhurried but filthy—long, deep strokes that made the bed protest with soft, rhythmic squeaks. Every time the springs got too loud they’d pause, eyes locked, listening for any change in Wayne’s snoring. When nothing happened they’d smile at each other and keep going, the shared secret making everything feel even more intense.
Eddie hooked one of her legs higher around his waist, changing the angle. The new position made her gasp softly every time he thrust in. “Right there?” he asked, voice husky. “Feel good?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “So good… don’t stop.”
He didn’t. His hand slid between them, thumb finding her clit again and rubbing in tight little circles while he fucked her. Chrissy’s head tipped back, lips parted, trying so hard to stay quiet as another peak started building fast.
Eddie’s control was starting to fray. His thrusts grew a little harder, a little less measured. “Fuck, Chrissy… you’re gonna make me come. So tight and wet and perfect. My sweet little cheerleader taking every inch in the back of a trailer…”
The combination of his filthy praise and the steady pressure on her clit sent her over the edge again. This time she couldn’t stay completely silent—a soft, broken moan escaped before she could muffle it against his neck. Eddie followed right after with a low groan, hips jerking as he came hard, buried deep inside her.
They stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard, bodies slick and trembling. Eddie eventually pulled out carefully and dealt with the condom, then collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. The bed gave one final loud creak as they settled.
Chrissy tucked her face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down. “I think I might have left marks on your shoulder,” she whispered, a little shy.
Eddie chuckled quietly and kissed the top of her head. “Good. I want ‘em there. Maybe next time you can be a little louder for me.”
She smiled against his skin, warm and sated. “Maybe… if we’re very, very careful.”
Outside, the trailer park had gone quiet again, just the occasional distant hum of a car passing on the main road. For now, the world felt far away.
They stayed like that for a while, tangled together in the narrow bed, the fan in the corner doing its best to push the warm air around. Chrissy traced lazy patterns on Eddie’s chest with her fingertip, right over one of his tattoos. His skin was warm and slightly damp, his heartbeat steady under her ear. Every so often the trailer would settle with a small creak, or they’d hear a distant sound from the park outside—a car door, someone laughing far away—and they’d both go still for a second before relaxing again.
Eddie’s hand stroked slowly up and down her back, fingertips light along her spine. “You’re really quiet when you come,” he murmured eventually, voice low and amused. “It’s cute as hell. Like you’re trying so hard to be a good girl even while I’m ruining you.”
Chrissy hid her smile against his chest, cheeks warming. “I have to be. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”
“Worth it,” he said simply. He tilted her chin up gently so he could kiss her—slow and deep, the kind of kiss that felt like it could go on forever. When they parted he rested his forehead against hers. “Still no regrets about sneaking out to the scary trailer park?”
“None,” she whispered. “I feel… free here. Even if we have to be sneaky.”
Eddie’s fingers kept moving on her back, occasionally dipping lower to brush over the curve of her backside. The touch stayed gentle but it was starting to spark little flickers of heat again. Chrissy shifted against him, one leg sliding over his. She could feel him starting to harden again against her thigh.
“Already?” she asked softly, a shy smile in her voice.
“Can’t help it,” he admitted with a quiet laugh. “You’re naked in my bed. Kinda hard to stay calm about that.” He rolled them gently so she was half on top of him, her hair falling around them like a curtain. “We don’t have to do anything else if you’re tired. We can just lay here.”
Chrissy bit her lip, then shook her head. “I don’t want to stop yet.” She leaned down and kissed him, a little bolder this time, rolling her hips experimentally against his growing hardness. Eddie groaned softly into her mouth, hands gripping her waist.
“Fuck, baby… you keep doing that and I’m gonna need another condom real soon.”
She smiled against his lips and kept moving—slow, grinding rolls that rubbed her slick folds along his length. The friction felt good, especially after how sensitive she still was. Eddie let her set the pace for a while, hands roaming over her back and thighs, squeezing gently.
“You’re getting braver,” he whispered, voice rougher now. “My sweet cheerleader grinding on my cock like she can’t get enough.”
The words made her shiver. She sat up a little, bracing her hands on his chest so she could move better. Eddie watched her with dark eyes, lips parted. The bed started creaking again in a soft rhythm, but they were both too far gone to care as much this time.
After a few minutes he reached for another condom, rolling it on quickly. Chrissy lifted her hips so he could line himself up, then sank down onto him slowly, taking every inch until she was fully seated. They both let out shaky breaths.
“God, you feel incredible,” Eddie groaned, hands sliding up to cup her breasts. “So warm and tight. Ride me, sweetheart. Nice and slow just like that.”
Chrissy did, rolling her hips in deep, luxurious circles at first, then gradually adding little lifts and drops. The angle let him hit deep inside her, and every time she sank down her clit rubbed against him perfectly. Eddie helped guide her with his hands on her hips, thrusting up to meet her on every downstroke.
The bed was louder now, but so were their breathing and the wet sounds between them. Every few thrusts they’d pause when a spring squeaked especially loud, exchanging breathless grins in the dark.
“Think Wayne’s gonna wake up and think there’s an earthquake?” Eddie whispered, voice strained with pleasure.
Chrissy giggled softly, the sound turning into a quiet moan as he thrust up harder. “We have to be good…”
“You’re being so good,” he praised, one hand sliding between them to rub her clit again. “Taking my cock so deep while the whole trailer park is right outside. My perfect, sweet girl…”
That was what finally sent her over again—his low, filthy words combined with the steady pressure on her clit. She came with a soft, broken whimper, clenching tight around him. Eddie followed soon after, pulling her down against his chest as he spilled into the condom with a quiet groan.
They stayed connected for a long time afterward, catching their breath. Eddie eventually pulled out and cleaned up, then tugged her back into his arms, pulling the sheet over them even though it was warm.
“Stay until it starts getting light?” he asked, kissing her forehead.
Chrissy nodded, already feeling sleepy and safe. “Yeah. I like falling asleep like this.”
“Me too,” he murmured. “A lot.”