Page 36 of Tangled Hearts (Mended Hearts #4)

Eli

W hen Nic disappears into the hallway, I fling my arms out to the side, a huge smile on my face.

Holy shit, I can’t believe I said all that. I can’t believe I told him he could do whatever he wanted to me. Even fuck me. My chest gets all fluttery.

I meant it, though. I so fucking meant it. I didn’t know how to ask. He didn’t push for it, and he didn’t act like he wanted it. Never even hinted. And how in the hell do you ask someone to have sex with you? Not like I have any experience doing it.

A giddy sort of nervousness washes over me. He’s right. I really am desperate for it. My cock throbs at the thought. The low, raspy way he says it. The look in his eyes.

I sit up on my elbows, glancing at the door. What the fuck is taking him so long? Did he change his mind?

I giggle a little at that. Probably said fuck no and ran right out the door. No. He wouldn’t do that .

I lay a hand over my racing heart, then let it trail down my abdomen to my cock. It feels good. Maybe not as good as when Nic does it, but still good. And if I close my eyes and think about him, it feels even better. So, I do.

My lashes flutter closed, and I picture the way he pushed me back and climbed over me, holding himself off my body but so close I could feel the heat of his skin. Needy little doll.

My cock jerks, pulsing against my palm as I press down harder, rubbing myself over my soaked panties. A little moan works its way up my throat as I shiver. I don’t want to get off. Not really, but fuck, it’s tempting.

I’m so fucking turned on. Nic was right—not that I’ll admit it to him—consent is fucking sexy. Or at least listening to him talk about it is.

I roll my hips up, rubbing against my hand. I’ll just take the edge off a little while I wait. I can stop before he gets back. Probably.

The elastic of my panties digs into my hips as I rut up into my hand. I really am fucking soaked, and the wet glide of the material over my aching dick is almost too much. I squeeze my eyes tighter, imagining Nic’s voice in my head.

So needy. Couldn’t even wait until I came back, huh?

I shake my head at imaginary Nic, rocking my hips faster as a whimper echoes in my chest. Jesus. This feels so fucking good.

Didn’t I tell you to be a good boy and wait?

My dick lurches, and my stomach goes hot. Oh fuck. I need to stop, or I’m gonna come. I move my hand, my heart racing, my chest heaving, and my dick pulsing in time with each of my heartbeats.

“Jesus Christ, doll.” Nic’s gravel-filled voice sounds from the doorway, and I nearly jump out of my skin, my eyes flying open. “Why’d you stop? You were doing so good.”

My face flushes. “I didn’t hear you! I didn’t—” I narrow my eyes. “How long have you been standing there?”

He smirks. “Long enough to get the hottest show of my life.”

My dick jerks again. Ugh. Why does everything he says sound so fucking hot? “I didn’t want to come until you got back.”

“Well,” he says, stepping into the room and leaning against the wall. “I’m back now.”

What exactly is he saying? “So…?”

“So.” His smirk deepens, his eyes falling to my dick. “Go on, then.”

“Go on then? What do you mean?”

He takes a couple of steps toward me, and my heart flutters, my stomach doing nervous flips. “I mean, do it. Touch yourself. I want to watch.”

I whine, my dick pulsing. Yeah, that sounds like a really good idea. I want that. I want that for sure. “But I wanted you to fuck me.”

“And I will.” He sits down on the edge of the bed. “But first I want to watch you fall apart. Be a good boy for me. Hump your hand until you’re filling it with cum, and then I’ll get you all worked up again and fuck you.”

I sort of want to glare at him. But my hand’s already pressing against my cock, and my hips are already rolling up.

“Good boy. So fucking hot,” Nic whispers, voice low and thick. Jesus, I think I could come just from the sound of his voice, which, for the record, is way better in real life than in my head.

I moan, my dick pulsing against my palm. The wet friction is mind-numbing, and I find myself pressing down harder, working my hips faster. My body starts to tremble. I’m so close. I can practically feel his eyes on me. Can feel the way he’s devouring me with nothing but his gaze .

“So fucking pretty when you’re squirming like that, little doll. So fucking hot when you’re trying to hold on and can’t.”

My face burns as I whimper, my hips jerking.

God, why is it so good when he talks to me like that?

It’s okay, though. I’m allowed to like it.

I turn to look at him, and he gives me a small smile, then runs his fingers down the side of my cheek.

“So fucking cute that you’re blushing for me and humping your hand like that.

Just my needy little doll. Can’t help himself. ”

I gasp, my back arching as my orgasm slams into me. All my muscles tense as I moan and shake my way through it, spilling into my palm just like he told me to.

His hand closes around my throat, and his thumb brushes along the side. “My good fucking boy.”

I nod, humming as my body goes slack and I slump against the bed.

Everything’s still a little tingly when Nic lets go of my throat and runs a hand down my chest. I don’t even bother opening my eyes. I just soak in his touch like I’m dying for it. And I kind of am. “I like attention,” I mumble, the orgasm and his touch making me all loopy and loose-lipped.

He chuckles, and something about the way it sounds makes me shiver. “Oh, yeah? I couldn’t tell.”

I should probably roll my eyes at him, but they’re closed, so I don’t want to. Too bad they didn’t get stuck. Then I wouldn’t even have to worry about it. “My therapist says it’s because I was neglected during my formative years.” I giggle, even though it’s not actually funny at all.

Nic stills, but only for a second, and then his hand is continuing its leisurely path down my stomach. “It’s a good thing I enjoy giving you attention, then. ”

I hum, arching into him. “You’ll tell me, right? If it’s too much. You won’t just leave me?”

There’s a sharp intake of breath, then warm lips are ghosting over mine. “I can’t imagine a world where you’re too much. But, if knowing I’ll communicate will make you feel better? Then, yes. I’ll tell you. But don’t expect to ever hear it.”

“Mmm okay. I really like you,” I whisper.

“I really like you too, little doll. Probably more than is good for my sanity.” That makes me grin. “I’m going to take your panties off and clean you up, okay?”

I pout. “But… fucking?”

He lets out a quiet laugh. “We can still do that. But in a minute. After you have a second to come down.”

My eyebrows pull together. “Down from where?”

Another press of lips to mine. “You’re so fucking cute, baby.

” Mmm. I like that. My heart gives a little thud, my stomach all warm and fluttery.

It makes me giggle a little at how funny it feels.

Nic’s hand disappears from my stomach, and I whimper.

“Hey, I’m right here. Just gonna get you cleaned up, okay? ”

I nod, even though I’m not a fan of him not touching me.

His fingers slide under the edges of my panties, and he starts pulling them down my legs.

I can’t even be bothered to help him by lifting my hips, but it doesn’t matter since he gets them down and off.

Then something wet is touching my hand, wiping between my fingers. “What’s that?” I ask.

“A washcloth. While you were having fun, I was getting a washcloth and supplies. I also let Kassie out.”

Oh. Well, that makes sense. That’s probably what took him so long. When he starts cleaning my cock, it twitches, thickening again. He doesn’t seem to pay much attention to it. He just keeps gently wiping me down. “Feels good.”

He chuckles under his breath. “I can see that.”

I peel my eyes open so I can glare at him. The little lopsided grin he’s giving me should be annoying, right? It’s not. Sigh. This is ridiculous. “I wasn’t supposed to like you.”

“Oh?” he asks, his smile growing. “Decided that right away, did you?”

He tosses the washcloth to the floor and runs his fingers up and down the insides of my thighs. “Yep. Didn’t last long. Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoyingly likeable?”

“I can’t say they have.”

His thumbs are making little circles on my inner thighs, and my brain is coming back online. It feels so good. I love when he touches me. “Touch me more.”

Nic’s hands dust over my thighs and up my waist before trailing up my torso and chest. His hand wraps around my throat, and he leans over me, capturing my mouth with his.

“Lay on me,” I whisper between kisses. His weight covers me, pressing me against the bed as he settles his legs between my spread thighs.

“Greedy boy,” he mumbles against my lips.

“Generous,” I counter. “Not greedy.”

He smiles against my mouth, then pushes his tongue past my lips. My hips roll up, my cock seeking friction against his body. He breaks our kiss, using his grip to turn my head so he can nibble on my throat and suck on the junction of my neck and shoulder. I whimper. “Please.”

“Already begging, huh?”

“Not begging,” I say, gasping when he rocks down against me, dragging the rough fabric of his jeans over my cock .

He sits up, which makes me kind of pouty. He smiles. “Don’t give me that look.”

He reaches for the lube, and a shiver runs down my spine. I’m nervous but excited and ready. I mean, good God, I’m twenty years old. I nod, even though he didn’t ask me any questions. I just need to make sure he knows I’m good. “How do you want me?” I ask, ready to do just about anything he wants.

“What do you mean?”

I swallow hard. “Um. Like, do you want me on my stomach? Or on my hands and knees? How should I lay? I’ll do whatever you want.” I hope I don’t sound too overeager. I mean, I am eager, but I hope it’s not like… too eager.