I lay my head on Matt's chest as we are situated on the floor. I pull the blanket further over us because I begin to grow cold. At the action, Matthew tightens his grip around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
I look up and see Y/F/N cuddling on the couch with Carter, nearly asleep. I haven't really been paying attention to the romance film before me, but my guess is that it's about halfway, or almost over.
I run my free hand up and down Matt's shirt, slightly lifting it up. My fingers brush over his hard abs, which makes him tense up, so I stop, leaving my hand there. I try to stay focussed on the movie and not on Matthew's messy hair, and lazy eyes; he just looks so vulnerable.
One again, I try to avert my attention to the television, only to look over and see an intimate seen occurring. I fidget and squirm in my spot, seeming warm all of a sudden.
"What's wrong?" Matthew whispers in my ear. I close my eyes, lightly shaking my head to make it seem as if it is nothing. He drops the subject and looks back at the TV screen. My grip on his shirt tightens when his hand coincidently slips down to my butt.
I decide I've had enough and look at Matt's lips. My gaze flicks back up to his eyes who haven't yet found mine. I rub small circles on his chest again, receiving his gaze to flick to mine with a smirk. I lean forward and give him a small kiss on the lips, which I thought would help ease my nerves. The kiss only does to opposite when he leans forward and continues to kiss me. I grab his face and deepen the kiss, striving for more. I leave my mouth agape, waiting for the sensation of his tongue to slip into it. When it doesn't, I tug on his hair, feeling anxious.
"Hello? Earth to Matt and Y/N. We're still here you know." Carter coughs interrupting our moment. I roll my eyes and sink back down into my previous position, feeling aggravated as I hear Carter and Y/F/N giggling behind us.
"Guys can you knock it off? It's not like you have never made out with each other before." Matt fights back and I smile at his reaction.
I feel antsy just sitting here, waiting for the movie to end, or for Carter and Y/F/N to go upstairs. I continue to lay here and run my hand over Matthew's abs, my hand trailing down to the band of his sweatpants. His breathing hitches as I continue to slide my hand down his pants. He tries to seem as if nothing were happening, like myself.
"Carter and Y/F/N are right behind us, you should stop." he leans over and whispers into my ear, but I ignore him.
I wrap my hand around his not yet erotic cock, and slowly start to pump my hand; trying to not make it look like I were doing anything under the blankets, as our friends are right behind us. I continue with my slow movements and Matt's breathing starts to pick up.
"Y/N, p-please stop." he continues to try and tell me, squeezing his eyes shut. I grow annoyed with his not so playful aurora and stop, pulling my hand out. Though my hand is out of his pants, I leave it to rest on top of his hard.
"God dammit I just want to fuck you." I whisper into his ear, slightly tightening my grip on his friend. He shifts uncomfortably and ignores my comment, now seeming uninterested in the movie as well. His hand reaches around and squeezes my bum and I let out a sigh.
"I think we are going to head up to bed now." I look over to see the other couple rise from the couch. Y/F/N winks at me and takes Carter's hand, leading him up the stairs. I listen for the door upstairs to shut all the way before completely throwing myself on top of Matthew. I sit on his lap, forcing my lips onto his. I fumble with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head.
"Eager are we?" Matt mumbles against my lips, grimacing.
"Shut up and kiss me." I once again, smash my lips onto his, hungrily kissing him. He grabs my ass as I start to grind my hips against his. His tongue enters my mouth and I repeat the action back. He hums against my lips as he pulls my sweater over my head. I loop my fingers through the band of his sweatpants, moving myself so I am able to pull them down as well. I also slip off my leggings and I begin to palm him through his boxers, leaning up to kiss him again. He lets out a low moan and I yank down his boxers, along with my panties and position myself above him. I grab onto his shoulders and his hands tighten their grip on my bum, guiding me down onto him.
He lifts me up and down, slamming me onto him repeatedly. I let out a loud moan, tightly grabbing on Matthew's shoulders. When his hands stop guiding the movements I am forced to continue the actions on my own. I roll my hips and bounce myself on him.
His kisses trail down my jawline and neck, down my shoulder, and wherever he desires to place his lips. He continues to give slight squeezes to my butt, but his hands are soon removed to unclasp my bra, gripping my breasts instead. Our moans fill the living room as I smash myself against him.
"Oh, Matt." I yell when one of his hands slip down and start to rub my clit. My head falls into the crook of his neck, my movements growing sloppier. My legs shake and I am almost unable to continue. Matthew bucks his hips, slamming into me at my sudden seize of movements. I stay in my position as he continues to thrust into me, also rubbing small circles over the sensitive area.
"Mm, come on Y/N." Matt shakily moans. My name coming from his lips in such a way makes me shudder.
"S-say my name again." I whisper.
"Y/N" I roll my head back, close to my climax.
"Again, babe. P-please."
"Oh my god, Y/N." he almost yells and I release onto him, pulling out as he also releases onto my stomach. I look down and swipe my fingers across my stomach, scooping up some of the liquids, and suck on my fingers teasingly. I jump when Matt slaps my ass, catching me by surprise.
"You're so fucking hot, Y/N."
