Page 86 of Tangled Hearts

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.

Chapter 28

Eli

Idon’t want to do today at all. Not that I’m not happy to see The Dads. Of course I am. But seeing The Dads means hiding, and I’m getting really tired of hiding. The problem with me is that I’m greedy, and the more time I get with Nic, the more I want. So something about spending an evening out together without having to hide and then two more days at home holed up together makes me want more.

Instead, we’re pulling into the parking lot of The Hart Foundation. Which means no holding hands, no stolen kisses, and no teasing each other. We don’t feel likeuswhen we have to hide. And after having a taste of what it’s like tonot, I’m not too excited about doing it.

I reluctantly pull my hand from Nic’s with a sigh. “I hate this.”

“Me too, doll.” He puts the Jeep in park and shifts in his seat so he can face me. “It’s almost time, yeah? Just a little longer.”

I know. But I’m still going to be pouty about it. I’m still going to hate it. “Yeah, I know. It’s just… ugh. Our date was so nice, and I had so much fun. I hate having to be part of the world and hide. Can’t we just go back home and stay there for two weeks?”

Nic’s lips turn up in a sad smile. “I wish, but I’d like your dads to still like me when it’s all said and done. We told them we’d be here today.”