Page 5 of Healed Hearts

“Am I crazy or is that really fucking hot?” he murmurs, his eyes darting to mine. All I can do is nod because yeah, it lowkey really fucking is. I adjust my grip, more to hold us together than anything, and rock my hips so my cock slides against his. I watch as his eyes roll back, a pleasured zing shooting up my spine at the sight.

Get in, get off, get out, Hold.

Forcing my gaze down to our cocks, I watch, entranced, as mine moves through the incomplete tunnel I’ve created with my hand. “Can I?” he asks, bringing his hand down like he’s about to take over.

The thought of having his hands on me makes my stomach contract with want. “Yeah, that’d be okay, I think.”

I pull my hand away, and he takes over, his larger hand having no problem at all squeezing us together in his tight grip. He starts stroking and a moan rips from my chest, his low groan echoing it. My rocking hips pick up their pace as he matches his strokes to my rhythm.

His other hand comes up to grab my hip. I lift my gaze back to his to find him staring at me. “Is this okay?” he asks. It’s breathy, raspy, even. My cock jerks. Is this… am I getting off on him asking me for consent? Pleasure floods my body at the thought, and my dick throbs, pre-cum forming at the tip. Oh my God. Yeah, I think I am.

Holy shit.

Chapter Two

Julian

Awhiny little sound escapes him as he nods frantically at me. This was not supposed to be like this at all. Big green eyes lock onto mine, and it takes all my self-control not to shoot.

Fuck.

Get out and have a hookup, Julian. Get back on the saddle, Julian. It’s been three years, Julian. I’m seriously questioning my own intelligence. When Holden said no kissing and no anal, I was overjoyed. It was precisely the level of detachment I need. Houston, we have a fucking problem. I am not detached.

He groans, his hips stuttering a bit, and my cock throbs against his. Am I still staring into his eyes? Yes. Should I be? Absolutelynot. But fuck, I’m drowning. Absolutely lost in deep pools of emerald green, so goddamn pretty I could almost weep. I’ve never seen a man more gorgeous in my entire life. And he’s rutting against me like I’m his fucking salvation, and his eyes are locked onto mine.

Where—and I cannot stress this enough—is the fucking distance?

“I’m so close,” he rasps. The sound of his voice shoots through me, settling in my core and sending warmth spiraling through me. I stand no chance in hell—my thighs tense as I come, the release so powerful it takes my breath away. My cock jerks as my cum covers my stomach and chest in thick bursts, my body trembling with the force, with the sheer fucking ecstasy coursing through my veins. His eyes are still locked onto mine, peering at me like he can see straight through to my soul. I groan, giving our cocks another slow stroke.

He whimpers, his body shuddering hard as his cum joins mine on my stomach. His hips rock desperately against me as he chases the pleasure of his orgasm. The sight of him on top of me is so fucking hot that I almost stop breathing. His gaze has me completely captivated, and I can’t look away.

This was not supposed to be like this, but as I stare into his endlessly beautiful green eyes, I can’t find it in me to care. That was…wow.I half expect him to jump up and run off, but instead, he collapses forward, his body molding to mine. He seems completely unconcerned with the massive amount of cum between our bodies.

Not very detached of you, Julian,my brain whispers as I lift my hand from his hip and slide it into his wavy hair. My chest is heaving with my heavy breaths, my heart pounding against my rib cage so hard I’d almost swear I can hear it.

Holden mumbles something against my skin, but it’s too muffled for me to hear. “What’d you say?” I ask, fingers still operating on their own, slipping through the silky strands of his hair. Fuck, he smells good—like sex and clean sweat—with something citrusy underneath it. I breathe in deeply.

Not to smell him, though. That’d be fucked up.

“I said that was kind of crazy, right?”

If he means absolutely fucking mind-blowing and life altering and perfect, then yeah, it was kinda crazy. “Yeah, kinda.”

He lifts his head, his eyes colliding with mine again, sending a wave of heat through my body. I’m really going to need him to quit doing that. With a soft sigh, he lays his head against me. His hand comes up slowly, resting on my chest, fingers splayed across my collarbone. Is this what I expected when he followed me home? No. Am I mad about it? Also, no. Am I dying to kick him out of my bed? Definitely not. I untangle my fingers from his hair and run them down his back, but pause. “Is this okay?” I ask softly.

“Mhmm,” he answers, his slight body melting against me a bit, his weight getting heavier as he does. My heart rattles around in my chest, alarm bells ringing in my head. I ignore them, choosing instead to continue tracing his spine, brushing my fingers over his shoulder blades, exploring the small of his back.

I lose track of time as I get lost in his body. I avoid touching his ass at all—it’s possible the no anal thing is because he doesn’t do that with hookups. Something in the way he looked at me when he said it points to more, though, and I have zero desire to make him feel uncomfortable.

The sound of a phone ringing pulls me from my thoughts and jerks me back to reality. Holden doesn’t even flinch, even though it’s definitely his phone ringing and not mine. “Hey,” I whisper. “You wanna get that?” Nothing. I give him a gentle shake, trying to get his attention as the ringing stops. He jolts, lifting hishead as he looks around. “Your phone was ringing,” I say, and suddenly, breathing is damn near impossible as confused, sleep-filled green eyes meet mine. Oh my. Did he… fall asleep on me? My pulse takes off, my heart thundering in my ears.

“What?” he croaks out.

“Your phone was ringing,” I repeat, grappling for some self-control. For some normalcy. For the usual calm I possess.For the fucking detachment.

The confusion doesn’t clear from his expression. He blinks at me a couple of times, his eyes fluttering—much like my heart—like he’s about to fall asleep again. “Holden,” I say.

“Hmm,” he mumbles, eyes opening fully.

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