prison cell;
ship ; catthew
summary ; matt is usually the dominate one out of the relationship. he was the top until his boyfriend goes to jail for being accused. carter comes out a new and scarier man
matthew espinosa's point of view;
I stood outside the prison property. I told Carter I would wait the ten months he was in there, in which I did. The slowest ten months ever. I missed him so much and new he wasn't supposed to be in there.
The gates opened, revealing a man. This man had tattoos up his arms, a slick haircut, and a built body. That man was Carter. He was very different. He didn't look like my baby boy anymore.
"Carter?" I muttered, waiting for him to jump into my arms.
He gave me a stern look. My smile faded, the smile I tried keeping. He walked close to me.
"I bet your tight. Get into the car and drive me somewhere I can sleep." He growled.
I shivered, pushing him back.
"I waited for you for ten months and that's your hello! What the fu-"
He gripped my chin. I stood like a soldier, whimpering. He brought his lips close to my ear.
"Don't ever touch me like that again. Give me the fucking keys before I slit your throat." He growled, my eyes watering.
I hand him my keys, wiping my wet eyes. He dragged his finger on my bottom lip, leaning down and kissing them softly. I melted into my baby's lips.
"Come on. Let's go home." He said.
I nod, getting into the passengers seat. He still remembers how to get home. He knows where it is and everything.
"How long has it been since you've been fucked?"
"I'm an ass virgin." I reply, as if he didn't know.
He muttered something, yet, I ignored it. I sighed, resting my head onto the window until we exited the car. He rested his hand on my thigh.
"If you haven't forgotten, I fucked you." I say, getting out of the car and going to the door.
He slammed it shut behind him, grabbing my wrist. He twirled me into the door, slamming me into it. My breath hitched as his lips went to my ear once again.
"Not anymore." He said, sucking on my neck.
I shivered, placing my hands on his shoulders. I try and push him off, yet, his kissing just got rougher. I finally do.
"I want you naked in the bed in ten minutes. If not, I'll do it myself." He growled, walking around the corner and into the upstairs bathroom.
I rub my damp neck, my eyes watering. I walk upstairs, sitting on the bed. After ten minutes go by, he entered, his shirt off. He was a lot more toned, tattoos on his chest. He walked to me, a smirk on his lips.
"Tough cookie I see." He whispered, throwing his shirt down.
His hand went onto my cheek softly, too softly.
"Take them off before I do. And it won't be gentle." He growled.
I sniffled, taking off my jacket slowly while he watched. He shoved me on my back.
"Too slow." He said, holding my wrists above his head.
His hand went under my shirt, lifting it up and placing kisses on my chest. My body shivered, not used to the touch. He continued to lift my shirt, tasting my skin. He got up to my jawline.
