Page 59 of Tangled Hearts (Mended Hearts #4)

His eyes find mine. He’s fuzzy—still alert enough to respond to me—but I think I need words. “Still okay, baby? Words, please.”

“Yes,” he rasps, voice rough and used from my cock.

I drag his soaked panties down his legs and push his legs back one at a time, exposing his pretty hole. Grabbing the lube from the end table, I slick my fingers. “I’ve gotta get you ready. Wouldn’t do me any good to damage such a pretty toy.”

I push a finger inside him, and he arches for a second before remembering what he’s supposed to be doing and stills.

Fuck, why is that so hot? I curl my finger, watching as he tries to be still.

To keep his face blank. He looks ruined just like I knew he would, lipstick smeared across his chin, black tracks down his cheeks.

“My perfect, ruined baby. You’re so fucking good for me, huh? ”

His chest heaves as he whines low in his throat.

I push in a second finger, stretching him quickly.

His cock jerks, leaking onto his lower stomach.

His entire body trembles. I know what that means.

He’s close already. Ready to blow just from my two fingers inside him.

I’m not sure if it’s the way I’m using him or the way I’m talking to him, but either way, it’s obscene. “Almost there, doll. Just one more.”

I work a third finger inside him, crooking them, and pulling on his rim to get him ready. He breathes hard through his nose, face impassive, staring at the ceiling with a lust-drunk expression in his eyes.

His hole contracts around my fingers, and I pull them out, then lube up my cock and notch it against his gaping hole. I push past the resistance, groaning as he sucks me in. “Fuck, doll. You were made for this. For me. So fucking tight around me.”

His eyes dart to mine. I work myself into him slowly at first, then I pick up the pace, fucking into him hard enough that his body jerks and I have to grip his hips to hold him in place.

He’s boneless, his body pliant, and mine.

“All fucking mine. Mine to do with as I please. To fuck as I please. My sweet little doll. Just a pretty hole for my cock.” He shivers, his cock bobbing.

“Not yet.” I grip the base of his cock, squeezing tightly to pull him back from the edge.

A whimper escapes him. Something about that gets to me.

That he’s trying so hard. That he has to work that fucking hard and he still can’t stay quiet. It’s fucking unreal.

“You feel that pressure, pretty doll? The ache? I could fuck you all night. Keep you right there. Right on the edge.” I thrust harder, picking up my pace. “I won’t, though. You’ve been so good for me. You deserve to come, don’t you?”

His eyes flutter closed, his face flushing, but he doesn’t answer.

I loosen my grip on the base of his cock, giving him a slow stroke. “Come for me, baby.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, he gasps, his back arching as he comes over my fist. I grind deeper, my rhythm falling off with each pulse of his hole around my cock.

I stroke him through it, my thrusts going sloppy as I lose myself in the pleasure, my knees going weak as my dick throbs and my orgasm rushes through me.

I continue to grind against him, still stroking as I fill him with my cum.

He’s shaking now, his entire body trembling, his breathing out of control, and a litany of moans tearing from his throat.

I hold his softening cock in my hand, pulling out and watching my cum drip out of him .

He’s still trembling. Harder now. Almost vibrating apart with it. “Eli?”

“Yeah?” he breathes.

“Are you okay, baby?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

I turn him around, positioning him in the middle of the bed, and climb in after him. As soon as I’m beside him, he turns toward me, pressing his face against my chest. Fuck. Did I do something wrong? “Baby, look at me.” Sleepy green eyes meet mine. “Are you alright? Did we go too far?”

Eli’s lips turn up in a loopy smile. “Nope.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “You had me worried there for a second.”

He giggles. “Brain’s all quiet. So quiet. Just you.”

That makes not a single bit of sense, but it sounds like a good thing. He burrows deeper into my arms, and I wrap myself around him, pulling him tightly against me. I play with his hair while he comes down, soaking in the feel of him and the warmth of his body.

Everything’s a damn mess—between his makeup and our cum—but if he’s not worried about it right now, I’m not going to pull him out of his headspace and make him worry about it.

Eli hums, snuggling closer. “Did you have sex like this with Leo?”

Well, that came out of left field. “Like…” I say, trying to figure out exactly what he means.

“Like this, ” he grumbles.

“Did I dress him up and play with him like a little doll?” Eli growls a bit under his breath, making me smile, but I guess I’ve got my answer. “No. I did not.”

“What was it like? Were you like this with him too?”

I’m not sure where these questions are coming from, but honesty is probably the best policy. “Our sex life was fine. Not really like this. You just bring something out in me that no one else ever has. Make me want things I’ve never wanted from anyone else.”

He’s quiet for so long I’m sure he’s fallen asleep, but then he sighs. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my perfect little doll.” I kiss the top of his head, and a few minutes later, his breathing has evened out, his body slumping as he falls asleep.

I know he won’t want to wake up like this, so as soon as I’m sure he won’t wake up if I move, I work my way out from under him and get a washcloth to clean him up.

He doesn’t even stir, and when I climb in beside him, he finds his way right back into my arms.

I hold him close, closing my eyes and breathing in his scent—sex and sweat and something that’s just Eli. My perfect doll, right in my arms where he belongs.