Page 79 of Tangled Hearts

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 doingso 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.”