Page 39 of Tangled Hearts (Mended Hearts #4)

“I have faith in you.” Eli gives my hand a squeeze, and I chance another look at him. God, his blown pupils and flushed cheeks are such a turn-on.

I shift, my jeans almost uncomfortably tight. Do I have faith in myself? The road is mostly deserted, and it’s almost dark, so it’s not like anyone would be able to see. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? ”

I really am, but I can’t even give him an inch, or the little minx will take a fucking mile. “No.”

“Liar,” he whispers. “Can I tell you about my fantasy? How I want my first time to be?”

This may actually be the death of me, but getting his fantasies out of him is a bit like pulling teeth, so I swallow hard and nod. “Yes,” I rasp.

Eli hums, turning in his seat to face me. I keep my eyes in front of me. He lets go of my hand, then uses his grip to splay my fingers wide across his thigh and force my hand to move up and down, getting closer to his dick each time.

“I watched this porn.” I almost laugh, but I don’t want him to stop, so I bite my lip to keep it in. “And it was like… so hot. I was edging myself while I was watching it.”

My cock jerks hard. Fuck. This is not going to be good for my sanity. “Keep going.”

Eli giggles. “Anyway, it basically solidified how I want my first blowjob to go.”

Is he going to tell me? Or is he just trying to make me lose my fucking mind? “And how is that, little doll?”

“I want it rough. I want you to force me down on you. I want to choke on your dick. I want you to fuck my throat until I’m gagging.

” A groan escapes me. Yeah, he’s definitely trying to make me lose my mind.

“I want you to use me. Hold my hair and force my head down until my eyes are watering and my jaw hurts, and then I want you to come down my throat. And make me swallow it all.”

He uses his grip on my hand to move it to his dick. When he has it where he wants, he rocks his hips, moaning as he fucks himself against my palm. “I really want it to be like that. I want to do it now. ”

I force deep breaths into my lungs, my cock throbbing at the heat in his voice, at the way he’s still rocking his hips and rubbing his dick against my palm.

He unbuckles his seatbelt and leans over the console, suctioning his mouth to my throat.

He sucks hard. Hard enough that I know he’s going to leave a mark, but I really don’t think I care.

I moan, putting both hands on the steering wheel so I can focus on not killing us.

“Stop me if you really don’t want me to,” he whispers, then his hand is trailing over my chest, down my stomach, rubbing over my aching cock.

I should stop him. I know I should, but fuck, my blood is all in my cock, and I’m so fucking hard for him I can barely concentrate. So I grip the steering wheel tighter and keep my mouth shut.

He laves his tongue over my throat, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my jeans.

My chest heaves with each ragged breath.

Fuck, I’m about to come undone. “There really is nothing hotter than a ruthless Eli going after what he wants,” I rasp.

Eli laughs, but I don’t tell him to stop, and God help me, I don’t want to.

“You’ll tap my thigh twice if you want to stop.

You can’t say no or apple pie with a throat full of cock, doll. Promise me.”

I feel his eyes on the side of my face, so I glance at him and meet his gaze. “I promise.”

He unbuttons my jeans, and I lift my hips to help him get them pulled down. The groan he lets out when my cock springs free is fucking obscene and just makes it throb harder. “You’ll do it like I want, right?” he whispers.

Fuck, I don’t think I have it in me to deny him a single thing. Hence the whole I’m about to get road head thing, even though I just told him it was dangerous. I turn the cruise control on, since it’s probably safer if I’m not in control of the gas pedal, and nod. “Of course.”

He gives me a wicked smile, then adjusts in his seat so he’s on his knees, his torso stretched across the console. Bracing himself with a palm on my thigh and his other hand on the seat, he buries his face at the base of my cock, inhaling deeply. “You smell so fucking good,” he moans.

My dick pulses. I’m not sure how to do this. I mean, fuck. I want to give him what he wants, but do I let him explore some first, or do I do what he wants right from the start? “Make me,” he rasps, his lips dragging over the head of my cock.

Well, there’s my answer. I drop a hand to his hair, tangling my fingers in the black strands. “Open for me, baby.”

He closes his lips around the head of my cock and waits. I actually kind of hate that I can’t see his face, but I trust him when he says he wants this. “Good boy,” I murmur, loving the way his entire body shudders with the words.

I tighten my grip and push his head down slowly. When my cock hits the back of his throat, he gags, and I pause, waiting to see if he’s going to tap, if he wants to stop. When he doesn’t, I drag him back off and shove his head down again. This time, he’s ready, and he doesn’t gag, but he does moan.

It’s so hot, and I actually can’t believe I’m doing this driving down the fucking highway.

I settle into an easy rhythm, rocking my hips up and using his hair to control his movements. His saliva is dripping down my cock, running over my balls, and his moans and whimpers have them tightening. “Fuck. That’s it, doll. So fucking good for me.”

His body tenses, and for a second I worry I’ve upset him or done something wrong, but then he’s groaning around my cock and moving a hand from my thigh to rub it over his cock instead .

Oh, holy fuck. “Aww,” I coo. “Needy little baby. Can’t even give me head without getting yourself off too.”

He tries to nod, but he can’t get much movement between my grip and my thrusts. The world is dimming a bit around the edges, and I’m working so hard to focus on the road that I’m really surprised I’m still between the lines.

He chokes, his body shuddering hard. Then he’s whining, shaking as he works his hand harder over himself. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Are you coming, doll? Just from this?”

There’s no answer besides a filthy moan and Eli’s hips jerking, his thighs twitching. Goddamn. My fingers flex in his hair as my hips snap up, burying my cock in his throat as I come hard, hot pulses of it spilling down his throat while I hold his head in place.

Eli swallows around me, his throat fluttering as his moans fade off and he slows the pace of his grinding. “That’s it, doll. Swallow every drop.”

When my body comes down and I release his head, he sits back. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes watering, and there’s spit and cum slicking his lips and chin. “Jesus, you look so fucking hot.”

He gives me a pleased smile, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, then licks off the remnants of cum.

My cock twitches.

“Did I do good?” Eli asks, a sheepish little grin on his lips.

I nod. “Yes. So good. So fucking good.” He hums, sitting back in his seat. “Are you okay?”

He turns his head to face me. “Yeah. Just floaty. I like being your good boy.”

I catch his hand in mine. “You’re definitely that, baby. And so much more.” I kiss his knuckles. “You should help me put my dick away, though. ”

He giggles, all happy and adorable. “Yeah? I have pants full of cum. I think you’ll be fine,” he says, but he does lean over to help me get my jeans back where they belong and button them up.

When he’s done, he buckles himself back up and rests his head against the headrest. “My pants are gross.”

I give his hand a little squeeze. “We can shower when we get home.”

“Okay.” He lets out a little sigh. “Best date ever.”

My lips curve into a smile. I definitely agree.