Page 29 of Tangled Hearts (Mended Hearts #4)

Nic

I roll onto my back and pull Eli on top of me. He practically dissolves into me, letting out a puff of air against my throat that sends a shiver through me.

My cock is throbbing, aching from how fucking sexy Eli looked falling apart for me. I’m convinced I’m going to have an imprint from my zipper.

I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.

Eli wiggles, rubbing himself against my cock and I groan, unable to stop it. He freezes, raising up to pin me with curious wide eyes. “Oh shit. You’re still hard.”

I almost laugh. Of course I’m still hard. This will be my favorite case of blue balls. So fucking worth it. “Yeah, it’s okay, though. It’ll chill in a minute.”

“Can I touch you?”

“You don’t have to,” I assure him. “I’m okay. We don’t need to rush. ”

He sticks his lower lip out. “I want to. I didn’t even get to see you naked.” He narrows his eyes. “Honestly, what kind of bullshit is that?”

That gets a chuckle out of me. “What is it, doll? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”

“Yes,” he says, matter-of-fact and a little bratty. “It’s only fair.”

My dick is throbbing, chanting, please, please, please , in time with my heartbeats. “Okay. Whatever you want. I’m all yours.”

Eli sits up, kneeling between my thighs. “Can I undress you?” he asks, lips curving into a smug smile.

I can’t fucking believe this is happening right now.

Eli settles his hands on the insides of my thighs, so close to my dick, but so far.

My hips jerk. Part of me realizes that I’m older and I should be playing this way fucking cooler than I am, but I also have Eli in my bed, kneeling between my spread thighs in nothing but cum-soaked black lace underwear.

And really? I don’t think anyone could fault me for my lack of restraint. I nod rapidly.

He smirks. “I need words, Nic.”

“You little shit,” I say, laughing at him for using my words against me. “You have free rein, doll. You can do anything to me you want. My body is your playground.”

I expect him to go for my shirt first, like I did with him, but he doesn’t. His fingers hover over my buttons, his eyes locked on my face. I give him an encouraging nod.

He looks down and undoes the button. My cock almost weeps in relief. The zipper is loud, and when he has it down, I lift my hips to help him tug my jeans off.

He’s a little awkward, and it’s easy to see his inexperience when he can’t quite figure out how to get my pants off while he’s sitting between my knees. I sit up and take them off for him before lying back down .

He swallows hard. “This is so hot.”

“What is?” I breathe, barely daring to move.

Instead of answering, he surprises the hell out of me by leaning forward and burying his nose beside my cock. His cheek brushes me and I groan. He echoes the sound. “You smell so fucking good right here.”

Oh, holy fuck. “Do I?” I manage.

Eli hums and breathes in deeply again, dragging in another noseful of my scent.

“I knew I was gay from, like, childhood, right?” Eli says, sitting up and staring down at me with lust-blown eyes.

“But I don’t think I fully realized how much until right now.

Fuck. You smell good. Like a man, which, duh, you are.

” He stops, his face turning red. “But like kind of sweaty and warm, and I don’t know… ” He laughs. “I need to shut up.”

I happen to think the rambling is adorable. “I’m glad you think I smell good. Especially after fighting for my life on that mountain today.”

Eli laughs. It’s bright and happy, and goddamn, I could listen to that happiness forever.

He takes a deep breath, and when his fingers dip below the waist of my boxers, I inhale sharply. He looks up at me, eyes burning with barely controlled lust. “Are you hard again, doll?” His cheeks flush, but he nods. God, to be twenty again. “Want me to take care of you?”

He bites his lip, but it’s not coy. It’s not a show.

He’s not trying to be seductive, but the effect it has on my body could start actual fucking fires.

“Later,” he whispers, then he pulls my boxers down.

My dick twitches when the cool air of the room touches it.

Eli holds eye contact for a second, then he looks down.

“Holy shit.” I know why he’s holy shitting. I figured both of us being surprised by what we found in the other’s pants could be a fun treat. His eyes fly back to mine. “Holy shit. You pierced it.”

I bite the inside of my cheek. “I did, indeed.”

“You pierced your dick.” He lets out an incredulous giggle. “Oh my fucking God. You have your dick pierced.”

“Very observant,” I say, nodding solemnly.

“I’m sorry…” He trails off, looking back down at my swollen cock, then up at my face. “You actually have your dick pierced.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re awfully judgemental for someone who’s still wearing cum-soaked lace panties, doll.”

He gasps, leveling me with a glare. But then he giggles. “It’s so fucking hot, though. Did it hurt?”

I nod, smiling to myself at his pure wonder. “A little.”

“Does it still hurt?” Not even fucking close. I shake my head. “Can I… Can I touch it?” he asks, voice breathy.

Fuck. “Yeah, you can.”

He drags a tentative finger up the base of my dick, and my hips twitch, pre-cum already oozing from my head despite our little detour.

He inhales a shaky breath. “What about the piercing? Can I touch it?”

I nod, not sure I can trust my voice. This time, there’s no teasing. No telling me he needs words. His thumb brushes over the piercing, and I can’t help the moan that spills out of me. “It feels good?” he asks, looking up at me through his lashes.

“So fucking good,” I groan.

“You’re really hard.” He seems surprised by that.

I let out a breathless laugh that turns into a wrecked moan when he tugs gently on the bar. “Of course I am. Fighting my feelings for you has become almost impossible, little doll. It’s a miracle I haven’t spilled in your hand like a teenager.”

That seems to do something to Eli. He pitches forward and kisses me, pressing his lace-covered cock against mine.

I slide my fingers into his hair, holding him tightly while I take over the kiss, deepening it and making him whimper and whine into my mouth.

His hips jerk, and our cocks rub together. He lets out a breathless noise against my lips and does it again. “Oh… that’s—”

I place my hand on the small of his back, tapping my fingers along the top of his ass. “Can I touch you here?”

Eli whimpers. “Yeah. Yes. Please.”

I let my hand slide over the curve of his ass. “Pull your dick out of your panties, doll.”

He reaches down, freeing his cock. “Now what?” he whispers.

I adjust him, moving him until our dicks are lined up. He gives an experimental thrust, and my cock throbs as he makes the filthiest sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

I know what he’s trying to do, even if he doesn’t fully. But I’m here for it. And so fucking into it. It’s been a long damn time since I’ve gotten off with sloppy kisses and dry humping.

I tighten my grip on his ass and pull him over my cock. We both moan. Fuck, that’s so good. His mouth is moving frantically over mine, and I swallow every feral, needy sound that comes out of him.

Everything feels so wet, like we’ve used lube—even though we definitely haven’t. It’s so fucking hot. I break our kiss to catch my breath. “You’re leaking so much. So fucking messy for me. So responsive.”

Eli whines, rocking against me again. “Is that bad?”

“No. Fuck no. It’s so goddamn hot. So fucking good for me. ”

He groans, hips stuttering. “I’m not even doing anything.” Wrong. He’s doing everything. “I can—I can feel your piercing catching on the head of my cock, Nic.”

Fuck . “Does it feel good?”

“So good. So good.” His whimpers are driving me out of my fucking mind. I drag him over my cock and thrust up, meeting the roll of his hips. He moans, trembling above me. “Do it again, please,” he mumbles, sounding fucking drunk.

I do as he asks, my cock throbbing against his. Fuck, he really is leaking so goddamn much. “My perfect, messy little doll.”

“Oh. Oh fuck. I’m… I—” He can’t get a coherent word out, but I know. I can tell.

I grip him harder, fuck up against him faster. “Me too, baby. Fuck. I’m right there. Come for me.”

He cries out, his body going taut as the first hot pulse of his cum soaks the space between us. I’m done. My hips rock up, my cock sliding against his and through the mess he’s created between us as I moan and my dick jerks rhythmically, adding to his mess.

He’s practically sobbing with the force of his orgasm, vibrating from the pleasure, and it’s so fucking hot I can barely think.

He goes listless, the full weight of his body crashing down on me as his chest heaves with each ragged breath. “Is sex always like this?” he asks, giggling a little.

I should probably tell him it’s just because it’s new. Because he’s experiencing something for the first time. What comes out instead is “God no.”

Eli props his chin on my chest and looks at me. “What are we doing, Nic? What is this? Did you mean it before? When you said it didn’t mean anything? Is this just…” He trails off, but he doesn’t need to finish .

I shake my head vehemently. “No. I didn’t mean it at all. I’m sorry I said that.”

“It hurt my feelings,” he whispers.

Fuck. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He sighs, resting his head on my shoulder.

“We have to hide this, don’t we?” He doesn’t sound mad, just resigned.

Then he laughs. “Is getting all clingy and assuming sex means more common?” He raises up, grimacing.

“I’m asking if we need to keep this a secret, and I don’t even know what this is. Probably just sex, right?”

He makes small circles on my arm with his fingertips while he waits for my answer. I don’t even know how to answer because how can he really think this doesn’t mean more to me? Does he really think I’d risk Holden and Julian and my growing friendship with his dads for sex?

He sighs and tries to climb off me. I hold him tighter and roll him onto his back, settling my weight on top of him. He closes his eyes. Stubborn little shit. “Look at me, Eli.”

He shakes his head. “It’s okay, you know. I’m not going to be mad at you. We can go back to normal. Pretend it didn’t happen. It’s fine.”

I press a gentle kiss to his lips, his chin, and the tip of his nose.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” I brush my nose against his, smiling at his sharp intake of breath.

He still doesn’t open his eyes, but that’s alright.

If hiding makes it easier on him, I’ll let him hide.

For now. “Fighting my feelings for you is wearing me down, Eli. I can’t do it anymore.

” I drop my forehead to his. “I came here for Holden. And then I met you and your dads. Fuck, Eli. Do you really think I’d risk all that just to get off? ”

He doesn’t answer me, but he opens his eyes. “No,” I whisper. “I wouldn’t. I’m not that stupid or that shallow.”

Eli gazes up at me, confusion and naked longing reflecting in his beautiful eyes .

“God, I fought so fucking hard. Every time you smiled, every time you let me touch you, every time you looked at me with those big eyes like you were awed by what you saw, I tried to shove it down more and more. I told myself you were too young, told myself it was too risky. Nothing worked. I hurt you trying to fight it, Eli.” His eyes well up, and my heart squeezes.

“And I hurt myself. I’m tired of fighting. So no, it’s not just sex. Not to me.”

He nods, letting out a shaky breath. “What about everyone else?”

I don’t know. I don’t have the answers. Fuck. Why don’t I have the answers? “We need more time to tell them.”

“Okay,” Eli whispers. “I can handle that. But you won’t… You won’t push me away anymore, right? And can I sleep with you?”

I chuckle. “No more pushing. And every night.”

“And you’ll call me your good boy? And your little doll?”

My heart clangs and my stomach tightens. I lean in and brush my lips over his. “And baby—whatever you want. God, Eli. I’d worship at your fucking feet if you wanted me to.”

He laughs, but I’m so fucking serious. “Okay.” He sighs, gazing up at me. “It’s all kind of… gross down there right now. Can we do something about that?”

I’m confused for a second until I realize he’s talking about the mess between us. I roll off him and climb out of bed to get something to clean him up, stripping my cum-stained clothes off in the process. Messy little doll, indeed.