Jealous Boyfriend Gives A Fuck

[Disclaimer: Sorry for the grammar lapses, English is not my first language.]

One hour after I received his message, Dylan's pick-up truck hummed loudly outside. He casually took up the parking space reserved for our family car. They're currently out to watch a movie I'm not interested in.

He opened it himself, and found me back on the sofa, watching TV.

"What's on?" he said.

"Just a dubbed version of Rick's Restoration," I replied.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, still standing in the doorway. I immediately felt he drove all the way here for something to say.

I didn't want to ask him outright, so I stood up and looked up in the fridge for any food I can offer.

"My family's out. I'll check out for food," I said, while checking out the goods. "You hungry?"

"No thanks, I'm not hungry," he said.

Not listening, I pulled out a chilled cheese bread. "Do you think this will do?"

He shook his head.

"Dylan, please tell me the reason you're dropping by?"

"Were you expecting me?" he asked.

I find that a stupid question, but it makes him cute.

"You said on your text that you'll come by. But you didn't tell me what time you're coming. I tried calling but you didn't answer. So I just waited for you here."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, dumbfounded.

We really don't have any problem nowadays, so I'm not nervous. Dylan is the nervous one. He's really cute. Him standing so close to me makes me admire the way he's taller than me. I can smell the fabric conditioner on his clothes.

"Baby, please just tell me why you came here," I asked.

"I uhh -- listen Mina, it bothers me how Matthew treats you. And everybody can see how he talks, and moves around you."

He kept going. "If you're trying to make me jealous, it's working. But this is wrong."

I felt a pang in heart. He's so precious and he's so dear to me. But Matthew...

"Dylan, there's nothing between us," I said. I stepped forward and touched his forearms. He just stared down at me, his jaws are clenched and his ears turned red.

"I know that," he said quickly. But he was still serious. Something tells me he didn't quite believe what I said.

Matthew is just a lab partner I couldn't really avoid. Maybe it's time to tell Dylan...

"Actually, he tells me things that I'm not sure I could even tell you," I declared.

I felt Dylan's fist crumple. "Like what?"

I took a step back, now afraid how he would react. I crossed my arms.

"Once, I was unable to go to the lab. He did all the work. He told me I could do him a favor by sitting on his lap."

I've been keeping it for a while. I'm afraid how Dylan would react. He might think I'm lewd, or if I had done some things that caused the other guy to talk to me that way.

I also wonder -- maybe I'm just overreacting. But overall, I just didn't want Dylan to overthink. I didn't want him to get mad at me. Hopefully he's not, as he's standing in front of me, in my own house without defense.

"I'm sorry," I moaned. "Sorry I kept it from you."

Dylan did not say a word. So in return, I told him all of the instances when the guy bothered me with his words and actions. Dylan listened, and he had put his hands on his hips while doing so.

"...I try casually telling him that I have a boyfriend so he would fuck off. Please say something."

"I'm not mad at you," Dylan said. This time, he stepped forward, reaching for my forearms that were still hugging myself. He put them around his back.

We embraced each other and he said, "I believe you. One question though, did you tell him the boyfriend was me?"

"Yeah, of course I did." I giggled.

He caressed my hair. I buried my face on his chest. "It's not your fault baby, but you're not safe with him. We'll figure something out. I must confess though, I had some thoughts during the night..."

"Hmm?" I asked, regarding the sudden somberness of his tone. I pulled away to see his face.

"Just imagining that, you're gonna breakup with me because of that other guy. And overthinking what you guys are doing whenever you have a lab session..."

I felt tightening in my chest. "Dylan, please, I love you," I said. "I could never do that."

He put his hands on my cheeks. "Yeah I know..." He now sounded like he's in a trance.

He kissed me fairly deeply. I smiled and opened my eyes -- but not for long, as he kissed me again, this time sucking and savoring my lower lip.

I instantly felt that he wanted more. I put my hands on his chest, on his shoulder, while I let him do what he wanted with my lips.

He stopped. "Hands on the back of my neck baby."

I obeyed, a bit confused, because he doesn't usually give orders when we make out. What were slow kisses turned fast. He has me pressed between himself and the kitchen wall now. I slipped my hands inside his shirt to remove it.

But he quickly gripped my wrist, smiled slyly, and said "your hands aren't gonna do anything."

He held my wrist against the wall and he shoved his tongue in my mouth. Then, he pulled out a large handkerchief from his back pocket.

"Wrists together, elbows on your chest," he purred.

Still confused with this side of him, I reluctantly obeyed. I made eye contact with him, asking him without words -- but he only flashed his perfect teeth with a sly smile.

I looked away, a bit embarrassed while he worked with the handkerchief to tie my wrists. He was quick. When he was done, I wanted to ask if I look okay. I felt stupid as we normally don't play games like these when we have sex. He never alluded to me that his kinks include tying me up.

We went back to kissing, and with my wrists tied up I felt a bit frustrated I couldn't touch him. It made me feel smaller and more vulnerable though... easier for him to prey on. I grew wet.

He grinded his crotch against my hips, which he knows I like very much. I felt his growth underneath his denim, all the more with the thin shorts which I only wore inside the house.

He pulled my shorts down. "Please, my room," I pleaded.

Once inside, he unzipped his pants and put on protection. His dick is already hard, curving upwards. "I hope you forgive me for that," he said, motioning to the wrists tied up in front me. "I'm not gonna tie you any further today."

I felt relief. I had told him before that I don't really like gags and hog ties.

Once he's finished putting the condom on, he sat with me on the edge of my bed and kissed me slowly. I put my legs on top of his lap, and his huge hands held my back from falling.

"Just tell me baby when you want it off," he purred. I smiled and nodded. I kind of like how he's holding my back for now, so I think I'm gonna keep it on.

He asked me to move in the middle, and he pushed me down to fuck me missionary. I'm still wearing my shirt and bra by the way, just how I prefer.

He rubbed lube in my pussy and entered slow. "Mmmm," I moaned as I felt his tip opening my vagina.

He spread my thighs apart so he could fuck me while his torso's close. He couldn't really get in balls deep in this position, but he knows I like his body close to me while we fuck. It makes kissing easier and I need him to put his hand on my cheek occasionally when while he's inside me.

My back curls up uncontrollably from the sensation of his tool in my pussy. He started getting a bit faster, and my cunt squeezed him in involuntarily. He groaned. "Ahh, baby, that feels good."

"Mmmm Dylan, ugh, fuck --"

"Mmmm," he answered, putting his hand on my cheek and parting my lips with his thumb, that which I bit.

He slapped me lightly and I can feel him balls deep now. He hoisted himself up, hugging my knees together, his balls almost slapping my bottom hole. He grunted, and pulled.

"Bottoms up," he said. It's our inside joke. I turned around to present my ass in front of him.

I once again felt him put cold lube in my mound, and up to my ass hole. He puts his hands on my hip and began thrusting his cock inside. My neck started to hurt because my arms can't help support my weight. Dylan pounding me from behind is no help either, as he grew even more eager. I don't intend to ask him to stop.

Suddenly, he pulled. "How are you feeling baby?" he asked.

I sat on my heels, my pussy wetting the bedsheet. "Good," I said, smiling like I was high.

"Just good, huh?" he questioned.

"Can I ride you?" I asked. He laid face up, putting a pillow on his head.

I realized I can't move his meat to my cunt. He moved it for me, and I started dropping my weight lower each time. It's hard without my hands for support, and Dylan asked if I'm sure I wanna keep them tied.

Feeling like I really wanna keep it, I just moaned, leaned forward so I almost drooled on his chest. I tried raising my hips so I could fuck his big fucking dick somehow, but it kept sliding to my hips.

Defeated, Dylan asked if we could try something. He sat with his legs stretched in front of him. He asked me to step over his legs so my knees hugged his hips.

Then, he held me at my waist.

"Saw this one in Japanese porn," he admitted. Realizing what we could do, I bounced on his dick. I loved the intimacy of the position. He grunted, and I'm guessing he wanted his full length inside of my throbbing mound.

"Fuck-ing, you," he said incomprehensively.

"Ugh, mmmm,"

Then, he laid me down to fuck me missionary again. I writhed and swore. I squeezed him deep inside me too much, and that made him finish.

I think wrists ties would now always be in the table when we fuck.