stronger | catthew (discontinued)

chapter thirteen

A/N: OK IM ON WATTPAD ON MY PHONE ANd I SWITCHED OVER TO TWITTER AND IT CLOSED OUT ALL OF MY PROGRESS AND I HAD HALF OF THIS CHAPTER DONE AND ITS SMUT AND IT WAS SO AWKWARD TO WritE IM CRYIG NOW I HVE TO REWRITE IT OK IM DONE BITCHING NOW UNTO THIS TERRIBLE HOROMONAL CHAPTER OF THIS TRAIN WRECK OF A STORY

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*carter's pov*

It all came in flashes of teeth, tongue, fingers gripping hair, lip bites, and fingers digging into shoulders and hips. My breaths were shallow and my self-control was out of the window. I tried to slow things down but how could I when Matt's eyes were squeezed shut with concentration and was biting my lip time to time.

"No teasing," he bucked his hips up to meet mine, "no fucking teasing, asshole."

"Got you, babe," I growled lowly into his ear.

I grabbed his wrist and spun him around to the bed. I try to control myself as I lowered myself down onto Matthew, clutching the hem of his shirt. I was holding half of my weight up so I wouldn't crush the boy beneath me. I lifted his shirt and tossed it to a nearby chair as he mirrored my actions with my own shirt.

Lips connected to my neck, instantly finding the sweet spot there. I groaned wildly, clutching the sheets and grinding down onto him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I couldn't even breathe at this point as my self-control evaporated more.

I grabbed his hair roughly and yanked his head out from the crook of my neck, eyes connecting. His lips were slightly swollen and I admired him with my head cocked slightly to the side.

"You're hot," I whispered, "and all mine, fuck."

I tugged off my basketball shorts as I watched Matthew's face reddend with a blush. I rummaged to the bedside drawer and found the lube and condom. I looked up to meet Matthew's gaze. His eyes were closed tightly and his hands were shaking slightly. I was so caught up with myself, I didn't even notice how scared he had gotten over the four seconds I turned away to find the supplies.

"Matthew, we don't have to," I sighed, seizing his chin in my fingers.

"I'm scared," he replied, "it's my first time with a guy and I don't know what to expect and God, I'm sorry."

"We don't hav-"

"But I want to." He cut me off, opening his eyes, "I want to, I swear. I'm scared."

"I got you, one hundred percent babe," I rubbed circles into his exposed hip, "if you want me to stop just tell me and I will."

"Okay, I trust you."

I smiled sweetly as my adrenaline kicked up and my self-control started to evaporate again. I took off Matt's shorts and briefs and grabbed his member. He groaned at the contact and that pushed me further. To do more. More. More. More.

I slowly jacked him off and kissed his hips and bit them with complete lust. I lost myself in him. He lost himself in me. I spread his legs slowly through the whole process, tenderly and as sweetly as I could pull of in my list-filled state.

I stopped jacking him off to reach over to grab the lube. I squeezed some on my fingers and looked back to see Matt's eyes closed tightly.

"Come on baby, relax," I whispered, "you can look at me to calm you down. Eyes open, love."

His eyes fluttered open and his eyes met mine and he nodded. I pushed a finger into him and he tensed up immediately. I reached up to kiss him on his lips in an attempt to calm him down. He slowly relaxed and I slipped in a second finger. His head jerked back from mine, disconnecting our lips and whining in discomfort. I immediately stopped moving in fear of hurting him.

"Fuck," he whined, letting his head fall to my shoulder and bite into my neck, hard.

Fuck, I thought, as his teeth dug into my shoulder as I slowly moved my fingers around. Soon enough, he raised his head from my shoulder and pushed down on my fingers and I smiled up at him.

"Okay, I'm ready." He simply said.

I opened the condom and threw the wrapper away and rolled it on. I kissed his sweet spot tryin desperately to distract him as I entered him. I looked up to see his face contorted in pain maybe??? Discomfort. I stopped once I was fully in and it took every ounce of self-control in my bones not to fuck him senselessly. My arms trembled as he moved around trying to adjust. I bit my lip intensely as my head dropped and my fingers were in his hair.

"Move," he finally said and I let all my self-control go with the wind.

Thrusts, moans and groans were the only thing heard in the room. Lust-filled eyes mirrored each other. Releases were soon harmonized and the condom was thrown away. I collapsed on the bed next to him, intertwining our fingers. I smiled and looked over at him as my heartbeat settled down.

"Hope I wasn't too hard or anything," I muttered playing with his fingers.

"You were great," he rolled over on top of me, settling down on my hips. He pulled his shirt over his head and re-intertwined our fingers together, "hey, let's take showers and go see if Sam and Nate got here!"

I agreed, standing up slowly and covering a hickey on his neck, "you have a hickey."

"Thanks, babe."

"Hey, do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Matthew looked back at me, eyebrows scrunched, "of course, asshole. I wouldn't want to be with anybody else."

With a stolen kiss, Matthew shut the bathroom door in my face and called, "love you, boyfriend!"

"Love you too," I muttered back and went to flip back down on the bed.

'Holy fuck', was the only thing that crossed by brain.