Match in the Gas Tank || Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

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"Fuck! Eli-!"

Hawk used his hand to cover Evie's mouth, but she seemed to only moan louder to counteract his attempt to quiet her. She looked up at him, staring deep into his eyes with a look of desire and mischief, and that one look told him she didn't care about throwing caution to the wind. They were at a party and they were there to have fun. Damn whoever might hear or even find them.

They had stumbled into an empty room and fallen onto a loveseat, where they had quickly rid themselves of the clothes that were in their way. They didn't care where they were, all they knew was that they needed each other. She had to have him inside of her and he had to feel her wrapped around his dick. So he had her pinned to the cushion, rocking into her, and she couldn't seem to keep quiet.

"Gotta be quiet," he grunted. All he could think about was how great she felt around him and how he didn't want to get caught. While he liked everyone seeing the evidence that they had sex, he didn't like the idea of anyone actually seeing them do it. That just didn't sit right with him. "Someone's gonna hear you."

She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from her mouth. Before she could speak, she threw her head back and moaned once more, and it drove him crazy to know he made her feel that good. She bit her lip in an attempt to quiet down, knowing he was right. But her inhibitions had gone out the window the moment he asked her if she wanted him.

"Can't," she got out. She pulled him close, arms around his neck securely, as if she might fall if she let go of him. "Make me."

He kissed her at that challenge, eating up her moans as he kept a steady pace. It was sloppy and hot and it didn't shut her up, but it worked well enough. Once they were chest to chest, he dragged his hands down her body and grabbed her thighs, pushing them further apart. She moaned heavily, her tongue lazily rolling into his mouth. She was buzzed from the alcohol, he was too, but they were getting drunk off of each other.

Her nails dug into his skin and he knew she was close, so he pushed into her harder with each thrust. She writhed under him, moans turning into whimpers as that coil tightened in her gut. It kept twisting tighter and tighter until it finally snapped and cried out his name, dragging her nails across his back. Neither cared for his tattoo at that moment, because all either of them felt was bliss.

Hawk fell off that same cliff not long after her, pressed against her, his own fingers digging into the fat of her thighs. His head dropped onto her shoulder, closing his eyes, basking in the feeling of being buried in her as they came. She put a hand on the back of his neck, relaxing as she let out small, strangled moans. It was so hot between their bodies, both were red in the face and panting heavily, just holding each other however they could.

"I love you," she panted softly.

He picked his head up and looked at her, smiling at her. "I love you."

Once they had caught their breath, he pulled away from her. He disposed of the condom and quickly helped her gather their clothes off of the floor. She stood and slightly wobbled, so he helped her back into her clothes. He kissed her one last time before they slipped back into the bathroom, where they cleaned themselves up.

Evie inspected her neck and chest in the mirror, where he had darkened old marks and made new ones. At one point she had been worried about people seeing them, but she didn't care anymore. They made her feel loved and Hawk's love made her feel like she could do anything, so she didn't care about what other people would think of her love marks.

She fixed her hair, redoing her ponytail so that it looked neat and like they hadn't just fucked. She knew people were going to draw conclusions based solely on her purpling bruises, but she didn't care. They could play it off that they were just necking and move on with their lives. She figured some would be too drunk to even really notice.