Page 28 of Tangled Hearts (Mended Hearts #4)
Nic’s warm body presses against my back, his hand coming up to hold my throat. Not tight. Not even to control me, I don’t think. Even though if he wanted to, I’d let him. I’d want him to, even. Want him to use me and make me his. “Are you okay?” he whispers close to my ear.
I shiver, my body starting to tremble. “Yeah, a little nervous. Brain’s loud.”
He hums, brushing his thumb over my racing pulse. “Do you want me to quiet it down?”
I think I want that more than anything. “How?”
His thumb brushes my throat again. “Do you trust me?” With literally everything. I nod. “I need words, Eli.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I trust you.”
“Lie down on your back for me? In the middle of the bed.”
I scramble to do what he said, my heart pounding, but my head already calming down. When I’m settled, I look at him. “What now?”
He steps toward the edge of the bed and settles a hand on my chest. “Can I undress you?”
I nod, then I remember he wanted words. “Yes.”
“Good.” It’s so close to what I want to hear. What I’m dying to hear again. What I definitely shouldn’t want to hear. He must see something on my face because he cocks his head to the side. “What’s that look?”
I can’t just tell him. He raises an eyebrow at me. Dammit, I hate that he wants words. “I like when you call me good boy.”
He lets out a little laugh, and hot embarrassment rushes through me. Fucking rude. “Well, you don’t have to make fun of me,” I snap.
“I’m not making fun of you, doll.” Nic walks his fingers up my chest, then trails them up the hollow of my throat. “Is that what you want?” he asks, voice low, hazel eyes burning into mine. “To be my good boy?”
A whimper explodes from my throat, and I nod. “Yes. So much. Yes. Tell me what to do.”
He looks upward and takes a shallow breath.
“Fuck.” He climbs on the bed and straddles me, dropping his weight onto me.
My hips jerk, the pressure against my cock unreal.
He grips the hem of my shirt and pulls it up, exposing my stomach, my muscles contracting when his fingertips brush over my skin.
“God, Eli, I can’t fucking believe this.
Can’t believe I’m touching you like this. ”
He leans over and kisses me, drawing a sharp gasp from me when he slips his tongue past my parted lips and teases mine with it. “You taste good,” he whispers against my lips. “Like everything I never even dared let myself imagine.”
I’m probably going to spontaneously combust if we don’t move along. “Undress me please.”
Nic carefully climbs off me and sits me up. My heart speeds up when he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor. Then he pushes me onto my back. His eyes roam all over my body, pupils wide and pure want in them. No one has ever looked at me like this before.
He dips his fingertips into the waistband of my pants. Oh shit. My—
Confused eyes snap to mine. “Eli?”
My face catches on fire. “I—”
Nic pulls my pants down, exposing me without breaking eye contact.
My hands fly to my dick, trying to cover the lace that I know he’s already felt.
He pulls my hands away, keeping eye contact for a second longer before he looks down.
“Holy fuck. Oh God,” Nic whispers, and my cheeks burn hotter. “Do you always wear these, doll?”
He drags a finger over my lace-covered dick and I buck against his hand. “Yeah,” I breathe.
Nic’s silent. So silent it makes me nervous and I whisper his name.
He finds my eyes. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
“It doesn’t… gross you out?” I ask, voice trembling.
“Whatever the exact opposite of that is? That’s me right now.”
I close my eyes. “No one knows about them. I—they make me feel good.” God, that’s so embarrassing to say.
“They should. God, you’re everything. Let me touch you.”
The plea in his voice almost does me in, and I shiver. “Please,” I murmur.
Nic works my pants the rest of the way down my legs and off my body. I’m exposed. In front of him, hard and leaking, and in nothing but my lace. I cover myself again. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m nervous.”
A warm hand lands on my stomach. “Why? I won’t hurt you.”
I nod. My eyes are still closed, but I can feel him looking at me. “I’ve, uh—I’ve never done this before,” I admit softly.
“What? Shown someone your lacy panties? That’s okay.”
I shake my head. I have to tell him. “No, um—this. Sex.”
He’s quiet, and I’m too scared to see what’s on his face, so I keep my eyes closed. He blows out a shaky breath, then brushes his thumb along my bottom lip and down my chin. “Open your eyes, Eli. ”
I don’t want to, but I do anyway. The look in his eyes nearly bowls me over. “I won’t hurt you,” he repeats. “I also won’t rush you. We don’t have to do this. We can take our time. I’ll follow your lead.”
That sounds awful. “I don’t want you to follow my lead.” Nic cocks his head. I groan. “Can’t you just do it? Why do I have to make all the decisions?”
“I need you to spell this out for me, Eli.”
I huff. “I don’t want you to follow my lead. I want to follow yours.”
His hand slides up my sternum, and he pauses at my chest, circling my nipple with his thumb. I gasp, arching into his touch. “Do you want me to keep touching you?” I nod. “Make you feel good?”
I whine, nodding again. “Please.”
Nic hums. “Eli, look at me.” Oh. I must have closed my eyes again. I open them and find his intense gaze. He searches my face, thumb still making maddening circles around my nipple. “No is a complete sentence. All you have to say is no or stop , and I will.”
My stomach flips. This is real. He’s going to touch me. “Okay,” I whimper.
I’m not at all expecting Nic’s mouth to replace his thumb, but it does. He hums against my skin, pulling my nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh.
I had no idea nipples could be that sensitive, but apparently I was mistaken. I bite back a moan as he moves to the other nipple, sucking lightly. My cock jerks against my underwear and I gasp, my hips twitching.
Nic drags his tongue up my chest, buries his face in my throat, and kisses my neck. I bite back another noise, trying to keep myself from being too loud.
“Let me hear you, doll,” Nic murmurs, brushing his lips against my throat. “I love the sounds you make. ”
He kisses a path up my jaw and swipes his tongue along my bottom lip. When I gasp, he kisses me, slow and deep. My toes curl and my hips rock up, instinctively trying to find relief.
Nic’s hand presses down on my cock, and he breaks our kiss. “You’re fucking soaked for me, doll.” My face heats and I try to look away, but he doesn’t let me. “I love it. So fucking perfect.”
A loud moan flies from my mouth as Nic rocks his hand against my leaking dick.
It feels good. So fucking good. I’m aching, my entire body a throbbing ball of need.
“Feel good?” Nic whispers, squeezing gently before dragging his hand up the length of my cock.
Another ragged sound rips from my chest, my body going hot all over.
But not from shame or embarrassment—from how fucking good his hand feels.
“The sounds you make, doll. I’m barely even touching you. ”
It’s sensory overload in the best way. My hips rock again, chasing the pressure. “That’s it, my perfect little doll.”
I’m glad he thinks so because I can’t stop. I don’t even want to. “Please,” I mumble. I’m not even sure what I’m asking for.
Nic hums, eyes locked on my face, staring at me like he doesn’t quite believe I’m real.
“You want to come for me?” I nod frantically, hips jerking into his hand.
He squeezes my shaft but doesn’t stroke me, and I’m just humping against him mindlessly, like I have no control of myself. I’m not sure that I do.
He lets go of my dick, and I whine in protest. Until he works his hand under the fabric and wraps it around my cock. I almost choke on my breath. “Be a good boy and come for me, my doll.”
His lips settle on mine, and I moan, my body trembling as he strokes me. It’s over embarrassingly quick. Two strokes, maybe three, and I’m gone. I moan against his lips, not even able to kiss him back, my back arching and my cum spilling over his fist and soaking the fabric of my panties .
Nic brings me down with soft, gentle kisses. My lips, my eyelids, each of my cheeks, and finally my forehead. He whispers between each kiss, telling me how gorgeous I am, how perfect I sound, how good I was for him. Good, and all I did was lie here and get my fucking mind blown.