Carter's POV
I dragged Kyle to this party I was invited to, but now I'm reconsidering if I should have done it. He's been sitting in the corner all night, scrolling this his phone. I was expected to greet everyone, as the only reason I got an invite was because I have a reputation.
I was sitting in the kitchen chatting with some girls when Kyle came in to grab a drink - non-alcoholic to be specific. I smiled at him and excused myself from the girls, grabbing a Sprite for my nerd. He smiled back and thanked me quietly before sitting at the opposite end of the kitchen.
I returned to my conversation with the girls.
"-and Carter, you're just so hot!" The fake blonde girl exclaimed. I blushed, but more out of embarrassment than flattery. I glanced at Kyle, but he had no readable expression on his face.
"I- uh, thanks," I flashed a fake smile and leaned up against the counter, crossing my arms over my chest.
"So where did you get all that muscle from?" The brunette asked, reaching up to feel my arms. I had backed myself into a corner, literally against the counter, and had no place to go. I tried my best to squeeze out from between them and the counter, but they were blocking me completely. I looked at Kyle with a nervous look in my eyes. He's not one to show emotions when he's jealous, but I'll be in for quite a night if we end up alone.
Kyle looked at me, then the girls, then me again. He slowly got up and walked over. "Hey ladies," he smiled politely. They slightly glared at him.
"Uh, yeah?" The blonde asked.
"I need to steal my, uh, friend for a minute."
I blushed slightly at his words, but it couldn't be seen well in the terrible lighting. Kyle grabbed my wrist and pulled me gently out of the kitchen. I could hear the girls whispering amongst themselves.
Kyle waded through the crowd to the empty guest room upstairs. I felt my heart pounding. In no way is Kyle the dominant one in this relationship, but he scares me when he's jealous and silent about it.
"Kyle. I-"
"Hush," he grunted, turning to look at me. I saw a look of anger, jealousy, and lust in his eyes. I felt myself get hard and did my best to not let my arousal show.
"I'm sorry-" I tried to say, but he backed me up against the wall. He slowly brushed his fingertips over my hips.
"You're Mine," he muttered, slipping his fingers into the belt loops of my jeans.
"Baby, of course I am," I responded, reaching up to brush my fingers through his hair. He caught my hand and pinned it above me, pinning the other one by my side. I have to admit, this side of him was so fucking hot.
"All mine," he breathed out, staring me in the eyes. I could feel his erection pressing against my leg, and I so badly wanted to grab him and fuck him.
"All yours," I whispered back, licking my lips slowly. He growled lowly, moving his hand from my wrist by my side to my neck, gripping it lightly. It took everything in me not to moan.
"Fucking prove it," he growled, less than a few inches from my face. His lips hovered mine as he stared into my eyes. I was going to melt.
I whimpered quietly, glancing down to where his clothed dick was pressed against my leg. "Ride me. Let me fuck you baby, please," I whispered. He grinned wickedly, tightening his grip on my neck.
"Get on the bed," he demanded as he let go of me completely, allowing me to scramble to the bed and climb on. I laid back with my head on the soft pillows. I stared at him from across the room. He was watching my every move.
"Baby, come here. Please?" I whined.
He sauntered his way over, barely swinging his hips. I groaned as I watched him. Once he reached me, he climbed on the bed on top of me. He straddled my hips and stripped off his hoodie and t-shirt. I stared at his bare torso; he was beautiful. I wanted to fuck him so bad.
"You're going to do as I say," he stated. I nodded quickly, under whatever spell he put on me. "You cannot touch me, and if you're too loud I'll stop. Got it?"
"Yes babe," I whispered as I stared up at him. He reached down and slowly slipped my jacket off me, then my shirt. I breathed heavily watching him control every part of me.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, watching him get off the bed to pull off his jeans.
"Be patient," he muttered, fumbling with the cuffs of his jeans to get them over his feet.
After he finished getting his jeans off, he walked over to me and undid my belt, then slid my jeans down my legs. I moaned at the slight relief of pressure. He smirked at me, then yanked off his boxers.
"Baby, come here and ride me. Please?" I begged. He stripped off my boxers and climbed on top of me. I moaned at the sight: my boyfriend straddling my hips while in total control.
"Be. Patient," he growled, grinding against my erection with his own. I let out a loud moan, then he shoved a hand against my mouth.
I was ready to fuck him, and he was being a goddamn tease. He moved his hips against mine slowly. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, ran a hand through his hair, and moaned. That flipped a switch in me.
I grabbed his hips and began grinding against him harder, forcing him down on top of me. He growled in response, gripping at my hands on his hips.
"What do you think you're doing?" He snapped, moving one hand to grip my jaw. He leaned down while pulling my face towards his.
"I want to fuck you," I growled in response. He tsk'd and shook his head.
"Not yet."
"Baby, let me fuck you. I'll make you feel so good," I whispered, leaning up a little so our lips brushed together. He let go of my jaw and moved his hand down my chest and to my dick.
I slowly pressed my lips firmly against his in a kiss. I could tell by the way he wasn't teasing me anymore that his confidence was faltering.
He began stroking my cock as he pulled away. "Carter," he gasped as he caught his breath.
"Yes baby?" I responded, bringing a hand up to stroke his cheek.
His eyes suddenly flashed with wickedness and he squeezed the base of my cock. "You're all mine," he growled and began stroking much faster. I moaned loudly, bucking my hips up into his hand.
"Baby, please," I whined. It was all a façade; he wanted me to think I'd be in control.
With one hand, Kyle stroked my cock at a fast pace while the other propped himself up on my chest. "I want all of you," he whispered with a smirk. My cheeks flushed red. "I want to show everyone that you're only mine."
"Kyle, baby, please just fuck me. It won't happen again, I'm all yours," I practically begged. This was embarrassing; I never beg.
"Watch me first." He propped himself up so he could grind against my dick. He brought two fingers up to my mouth, and I gladly took them in. I licked around his fingers, getting them wet. I knew exactly what he was doing.
He removed his fingers and lined one up behind himself, then pushed it in. He let out a loud moan, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. I fell apart at the sight in front of me. I bucked my hips up into his and reached out to stroke his cock. He accepted it, slipping a second finger into himself. He let out small whimpers and moans as he fingered himself on top of me.
"You think you're ready, baby?" I asked, watching him slip a third finger into himself. He nodded, staring down at me with lust-filled eyes.
He removed his fingers after a few seconds and lined himself on top of me. He slowly sunk down, letting out a loud moan that only made me harder. He sat for about thirty seconds, letting himself adjust to my length. He began riding me slowly after that, smirking down at me.
"You're so hot like this," he mumbled, lowering himself to prop himself up above my chest as he continued riding me.
"You're even hotter," I whispered back, gripping his ass in one hand.
"You can't move, okay? I do all of it," he smirked a little at me. I groaned, squeezing his ass again. He began to pick up the pace, bouncing up and down on my cock. I moaned into his ear and he went rougher.
"You're so fucking hot, babe," I growled, placing my other hand on his ass as well. I felt myself getting close; the speed and intensity of his riding was pure bliss. "Can I touch you?" I asked, squeezing my eyes shut in pleasure.
"Hmm," he hummed, "sure." Immediately one of my hands went to his cock, stroking it fast to match his pace.
We continued exactly like this for another two minutes before he began to pant. "Carter - I'm close," he whispered. I picked up my pace stroking him, and before I could make a remark he came all over our chests. He panted hard and fell against my chest, so I began to thrust up into him. He moaned and whimpered, gripping onto my shoulders. Within a few seconds I came as well, moaning loudly as I did.
My head was too cloudy to move at that moment. I panted hard and rubbed Kyle's back, placing small kisses to his forehead and cheeks. After a few minutes, he began to sit up. "I love you," he said as he stared into my eyes.
"I love you too, baby," I responded, then smirked a bit. "And I'm all yours."
His cheeks flushed pink and he buried his head in my neck.
"Let me clean you up, baby," I whispered, tapping his ass for him to get up. He pouted but got up, carefully angling himself so that cum wouldn't drip out onto the sheets. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I looked around for toilet paper just to see there was none. Damn people couldn't even keep their bathrooms stocked for a party? I ended up grabbing the hand towel and walking out to Kyle, wiping myself down as I did. He was laying on the floor on his back.
"Babe, what are you doing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"I don't want cum on the bed," he said in return.
"Babe," I began, "I hate to break it to you, but we fucked on that bed. They need to change the sheets anyways." He giggled a little bit and sat up. I kneeled and wiped him off with the towel, smiling softly at him. He stared up at me while I did so.
"How many times have girls flirted with you when I'm not there?" He asked quietly after a few seconds. I was taken aback by the question, but I fondly smiled at him.
"A lot, but I turn down every single one, because you're my boyfriend and I love you." He smiled back up at me and pulled me into a hug, which was actually me falling on top of him and him wrapping his arms around me.
"I love you more, stupid," he giggled. I rolled my eyes at him and pushed his hair behind his ear.
"Cmon, let's get dressed. There's no doubt someone heard us." Kyle pouted at the thought of getting dressed, but pushed me off and got up. I chuckled and got up with him. I began to put on my clothes, watching him do the same. When I slipped on my jacket, he was already done. He walked up and grabbed the edge of the collar with both hands, then pulled me in and kissed me hard. I melted into the kiss and grabbed his ass, yanking him in closer.
All of a sudden, the door opened with urgency. "Hate to break it to ya, but the cops are here!" Some guy yelled, causing wide-eyed exchanges between Kyle and me. We sprinted out of the room, Kyle in front of me so I could make sure he got out. Once we were in the clear, we laughed and walked back to my house.
"You're a dumbass for going to these," Kyle said, punching me lightly in the arm.
"You're stupid for coming with me," I retorted, sending him a smirk. He blushed and looked ahead, then took my hand in his. We walked quietly back to my house, where there we made out for another hour before going to bed.