☆ play hard to (for)get ☆

It infuriated Carter the more Ella spoke, the boy just wanting to pull out his hair and shout curses to the God’s for having to put up with her in the moment. Unfortuantely for Carter, he loves her, and despite how much he tries to divert his feelings or interest in Ella, the fact that he cares about her so much won’t allow him to walk away from the toxic situation. “I’m not fucking expecting you to live up to an expectation, I just figured if you fucking care about me, even in the slightest that you’d try. It isn’t that fucking hard Ella, it isn’t brain science. I get that you have your fucking issues, and I know what it’s like being at that point and I understand it but you’re making the choice to isolate yourself and be alone, you say that’s all you know how to do but it’s because you’re not letting yourself develop. You’re going to stick yourself in a fucking ditch, trying to protect yourself from developing feelings and you’re going to hate yourself because I may not be the guy but you’re going to love someone and you’re going to let them go and you’re going to regret it and the only person you can blame is yourself for not trying.” Carter had experienced that, hes been through the whole not feeling like enough, not doing enough and then losing someone he thought could’ve possibly have been the one. “You know what, I’m just preaching to the unconvinced right now. You have and that’s why I can’t be mad at you. I decided to still go after you even after knowing that you’re not into me that way.” Letting out a sigh, “Yeah, that’s cool, I hope you get there at some point, Ella. I’ll be rooting for you.” He forced a smile wanting to just be alone now. As much as he didn’t want her to go earlier, he couldn’t stand the sight of her right now, not when his heart was hurting. “Do you want me to call you a car or will you be good?” He asked, moving to dress himself, he didn’t feel right being naked and vulnerable at the same time in front of someone he cares about so much with feelings that aren’t reciprocated.

“I’m not throwing a tantrum.” Carter crossed his arms over his chest, a pout on his lips. He was throwing a tantrum, he was getting more and more hurt by the second, unhappy that he’d have to go another night trying to figure out what it is about him that isn’t good enough for her. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her words, she knew exactly what to say to infuriate, make him feel as if he wasn’t going the right direction for what he ultimately wanted. To be with her. He watched her get dressed, and despite all the anger that was currently flowing through his bloodstream, he couldn’t bring himself to get up, and argue with her, grab a piece of clothing before she could get it and hold it from her until she gave in and would stay. “I’m perfect. I’ve been through my shit and I’m working my way around it.” Carter shouted, his tone defensive. “I’ve been through so much shit Ella, and despite that, I’m still able to open myself up to you, I’m still able to give myself, restrict myself from others because I want to be with you. I see that it isn’t the same for you, but I don’t understand why string me along? You obviously don’t care about me if you know how I feel and continuously sleep with me, let me hold on to hope for us.” Letting out a deep breath, Carter stood up, “You know what, I sound like a bitch being open and honest to you this way. You’re right, we aren’t and weren’t friends.” He let out an unsatisfied disbelieving laugh, “Sorry for acting like a dick, I’m not your boyfriend and never have been. We’ve just been occasionally sleeping with each other, is all.” He reminded himself.

At her sudden urgency to have him off of her, Carter couldn’t fully comprehend why Ella wouldn’t just stay and cuddle like he knew she enjoyed. His eyes rolled when she announced that she’d be leaving. “You said that you were going to stay.” He groaned, leaning forward wrapping his arms around her petite waist, “C'mon, lay back down and I’ll go grab us a few snacks and make us a few sandwiches in the kitchen and we can watch a movie.” He suggests. It wasn’t often that Carter wanted to stay in and cuddle, especially after leaving a club, he used to prefer just being alone after a hook up. “El,” He whined, “C’mon, relax.”

At her desperate moans, Carter knew that it wouldn’t take the maximum amount of effort to make her come being that she was so horny already. So wet. He could already feel himself in his euphoric phase of this, with their bodies molded together and completely breathless. At her last words, the boy quickly pulled his fingers out, grabbing the condom that sat comfortably on her, and quickly slipped it on his aching member after a stroke to relieve the tension. As quick as he got the condom on, he was pressing into Ella’s heat, low moans of ‘fuck’ leaving his lips until he was buried in her to the hilt and without another word, his hips began to desperately snap forward, his pace already rapid.

As the blue eyed girl straddled his waist and began to grind her hips into his, Carter’s hips simultaneously moved to meet hers, low groans leaving his lips in the process. Running his wet tongue over his dry lips, the boy tilted his head back, mouth nibbling on the junction of her neck. “This is my favorite position with you…” He trailed, voice husky as if he was in a trance. “I get to see your face, give you a bit of control, and fuck up into you whenever you’re being stubborn, or lazy.” He smirks, a lighthearted chuckle having left his lips. “But I also,” He quickly flipped them his hands on Ella’s lower back so she wouldn’t slip from his arms and hurt herself, “I like you like this, begging and pleading for me to go harder, faster, deeper.” At those words Carter’s stomach began doing somersaults, the man certain that’s the direction he needed to go in tonight. Reaching over Ella, he grabbed a condom out of the desk draw near the couch sitting it on her stomach as he sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, getting them wet and ready. Once they were wet enough, he slowly lowered them to her entrance, circling them for a moment before pushing into her heat, spreading them apart, beginning to scissor her.

It wasn’t often when Carter wasn’t the one in charge, the one reigning dominance when having a night of passion. It was the truth though when it came to being with Ella. His dominance fluctuated, the man moreso reading into the actions of the femme as opposed to enjoying the act and the satisfaction brought with it. He helped her to remove his clothes, the man’s hands moving to pull her top over her head in the process. As much as he wanted to be naked, he wanted her naked even more, perhaps sitting on his lap, as he fucked up into her. Easily he removed his jeans, stepping out of them, his hand moving to the back of her neck, pulling her in to kiss him as he pulled her down onto the couch with him. His hands traveling into the denim fabric on the girl’s body, and pushing her jeans off in the process.

This was some sort of game for her, a game that she was undoubtedly winning. The prize? Carter’s heart. Even if she didn’t want it, Carter was following behind her on his hands and knees almost begging her to take it. At least, that’s what it felt like. His heart was currently in his throat as she took him deeper, Carter shifting in the seat, fighting the urge to fuck up into her mouth. Choking on moans, Carter head dropped to the back of the seat, his fingers mindlessly threading through the blonde hair. With the expertise of her tongue, and the added motions of her hand, Carter was sure he’d be coming soon. Before the thought could settle in his mind, the driver awkwardly cleared his throat, making Carter look outside. The car had come to a halt, they were outside his home. “Babe,” He tapped at her head, letting her slide off his cock, biting on his bottom lip as he began to fix himself. Grabbing a twenty bill out of his pocket, Carter handed it to the man, before stepping out of the car, leading Ella the direction.

To say he was caught off guard at her mouth wrapping around his cock, would be an understatement. By the hitch and the sudden air caught in his throat, he was sure Ella is able to hear the surprise. With a look of surprise, and a low moan leaving his lips, Carter threads his fingers through her blonde locks, letting his fingers comb through as he fought the urge to press his hips up to meet the bob of her head. “Ella” Carter moaned, avoiding the look he could feel on himself from the driver. Even as he called her name, his hips continued to move, a breathless laugh, and a huge grin on his face. This was how he fell in love with her, she kept him on his toes and made him shy about something as simple as a blow job. “You’re doing so good, baby.” He praised, a light smack on her ass to tell her to quiet down as she continued to take him in her mouth.

“With you, I’m always lucky.” Carter moans, the soft graze of her lips against his skin driving him even more wild. Ella just had something that Carter needs in his life, and moments like these, he was sure with his heightened sense that he could see it. He could smell it. The way she played with his cock, it kept Carter on his toes, something that many different girls never did. Perhaps that was why he wanted her so much, because she made him look forward to the next interaction they’d have. “Your hands are so talented,” He moaned against her lips, “You having a good time teasing me?” He asked already thinking of ways he’d repay the favor once her pants come off.

“Is that so? How did I get so lucky.” Carter muttered against Ella’s lips highly content with her words. “Then I guess I need to work a bit harder, get my points full so I can happily redeem my prize.” If Carter honest time with Ella was enough of a prize, but perhaps he’d request his prize to be something soft and sweet to really push Ella into seeing Carter as something more than a fuck buddy. Perhaps a date, that he won’t call a date because he knew for sure once she has an inkling that it’s a date she’d cancel. As she began to palm him through his jeans, low moans left Carter’s lips, the boy lifting his hips attempting to help Ella apply more pressure to his cock. Her hands on him is always magic, and this was no difference. “The fun in it is the fucking. My fingers could’ve already given you an orgasm but you like fun.” Carter words seemingly annoyed though he wasn’t. This conversation only amused him, Carter feeling as if he was currently scolding the blonde. “Next time, you learn, got it.” He asked leaning forward biting back a moan as his fingers moved to her zipper, undoing it, “Maybe I’ll just play with your clit for now.” He whispered, his tongue flicking against her lips.

“What happens when my points become full?” Carter seductively whispered in Ella’s neck, continuing his licks and bites on her neck. As her hands explored his body, Carter himself moaned into her neck. His cock was already hard in his pants, he had been ready to go the moment he turned around and saw her in the party, though he wouldn’t admit that to her. As he began sucking, his hands also began to travel down, a groan leaving his lips at the realization that she’s wearing pants. “Haven’t you ever heard about proper party attire? You know, something easy to get you out of?” He asked with a smirk on his lips, letting their eyes lock as he complained.