Page 72 of Healed Hearts

Oh shit. Okay. Yeah. So, now then. I sit up, glancing down at his body sprawled out before me. Most of our sexual encounters to this point have been me letting him take the lead and me being… I wouldn’t say passive, but more subdued.

I follow the lines of his body with my eyes, then bring a hand up, hovering it over his body. “Can I?” I ask.

“Please,” he whimpers. “I love when you ask me. I don’t know why, but it really does it for me.”

Following the path of my eyes, I trail my fingertip over his soft skin, marveling at the way his chest rises and falls with his quickening breath. I pause at his belly button, circling it, and he lets out a little groan. “Who knew that would be such an obsession of my future boyfriend when I got it after nursing school,” he says, arching up into my touch.

“Won’t find me complaining, darlin’.”

He chuckles, but it cuts off in a gasp when my finger dips lower, trailing along his hip bones and then down the crease of his legs to his inner thighs. I haven’t really been afforded theopportunity to touch him like this, and that’s a bit of a shame because God damn, he is perfection.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask, looking back at his face.

He’s looking at me like I’m a moron, which is adorable and hilarious. “We’ve covered this, Julian. Blanket permission for kisses.”

“I meant here,” I say, eyes locked on his as I drag my fingers up the inside of his thigh. He sucks in a breath, his head bobbing rapidly. Fuck. Yes. I move between his legs. My feet are hanging off the end of the bed, but I couldn’t care less. I hitch his leg up and keep my eyes on him as I drag my lips over the sensitive skin. He groans, dropping his head back against the pillow. I grin against his skin before pressing open-mouth kisses up and down, occasionally sucking and nipping his skin as I do.

He drops a hand to the top of my head, the tips of his fingers playing with my hair. I kiss my way up, then bury my face in the crease of his leg, inhaling deeply, groaning at the heady mixture of citrus and sex. His fingers tighten in my hair, his hips rocking. I raise my head to look at him. “Can I blow you?”

The only response I get is a frantic nod and a whiny moan that makes me groan. I’ll take it. I drag my tongue over his cock as he brings his other hand down to grip my hair. He’s holding on to me like he might fly away if he doesn’t, and I love it. Closing my lips around the head of his cock, I revel in the taste of his salty pre-cum as it smears across my tongue. I’m a little out of practice, and I don’t think I’ve ever sucked a cock as, ahem,girthyas his. It’s like riding a bike, though, because within a few minutes, we’ve settled into an easy rhythm. His hips are twitching like he’s trying to keep them still, but I don’t really need him to. I pull off him slowly, dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock as I do. “Fuck my mouth, darlin’,” I say, throat raspy from taking him to the back of it over and over.

He looks down at me like he’s trying to make sure I’m being serious. I am, so I drop my mouth back to his cock, sucking him into my mouth and moaning around him. He trembles beneath me, shaking with what I’m assuming is him trying to hold back, but he doesn’t for long. His hips start thrusting up slowly. Fuck me. I groan, rocking my hips against the bed. As he gains confidence, his hips pick up speed.

“Oh God,” he groans. “This is going to make me come so fast.” His words are breathy, but there’s a bit of humor in them too. The fact that he’s enjoying this is making me feel all the good fuzzy feelings, but it’s also making my dick ache. So truthfully, it’s probably going to make me come so fast too. I double down, hollowing my cheeks as he thrusts up, his fingers tightening in my hair, but not pushing or controlling my head at all. His cock swells against my tongue and I groan. “Jules, Jules, Jules,” he chants. I have no idea where he came up with the nickname, but it spells disaster. My cock pulses, and I choke on his dick as I shoot all over the bed. He lets out the hottest sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life and holds his hips off the bed as his body goes taut, fingers tugging on my hair as he spills down my throat.

He slumps against the bed. “Holy shit.”

Holy shit, indeed.

Roman and Beck beat us to the restaurant, so when we walk through the doors, Roman stands from the table, waving us over. Holden smiles brightly, tugging me toward them.

Roman hugs Holden and then surprises the hell out of me by hugging me too. He releases me with a pat on the back and sits back down, immediately taking Beck’s hand in his.

“Hey, Beckett,” Hold says, grinning like a loon.

Beck narrows his eyes playfully. “CT.”

Holden rolls his eyes as we take our seats.

“How’s it going, guys?” Roman asks.

“Can’t complain,” Holden answers.

The server comes around and gets our drink orders. Beck and Roman both order water, and Holden and I do the same.

“So you guys don’t drink either?” I ask.

Roman and Beck share a look. “Nah,” Roman answers. “Can’t even stand the smell of the stuff myself. Whiskey especially.”

“Ro’s dad was an alcoholic,” Holden says.

Ah, well, that makes sense. “Is that why you don’t drink?” I ask, turning to him.

He shrugs. “Ro assured me I could if I wanted to, but eh, don’t really have the desire. I’ve never had a single drop of alcohol in my life.”

“Me neither,” Beck says, picking up his menu. That seems to surprise Roman, who turns to him.

“Damn, really?”

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