Page 63 of Tangled Hearts
“So good. So good.” His whimpers are driving me out of my fucking mind. I drag him over my cock and thrust up, meeting the roll of his hips. He moans, trembling above me. “Do it again, please,” he mumbles, sounding fucking drunk.
I do as he asks, my cock throbbing against his. Fuck, he really is leaking so goddamn much. “My perfect, messy little doll.”
“Oh. Oh fuck. I’m… I—” He can’t get a coherent word out, but I know. I can tell.
I grip him harder, fuck up against him faster. “Me too, baby. Fuck. I’m right there. Come for me.”
He cries out, his body going taut as the first hot pulse of his cum soaks the space between us. I’m done. My hips rock up, my cock sliding against his and through the mess he’s created between us as I moan and my dick jerks rhythmically, adding to his mess.
He’s practically sobbing with the force of his orgasm, vibrating from the pleasure, and it’s so fucking hot I can barely think.
He goes listless, the full weight of his body crashing down on me as his chest heaves with each ragged breath. “Is sex always like this?” he asks, giggling a little.
I should probably tell him it’s just because it’s new. Because he’s experiencing something for the first time. What comes out instead is “God no.”
Eli props his chin on my chest and looks at me. “What are we doing, Nic? What is this? Did you mean it before? When you said it didn’t mean anything? Is this just…” He trails off, but he doesn’t need to finish.
I shake my head vehemently. “No. I didn’t mean it at all. I’m sorry I said that.”
“It hurt my feelings,” he whispers.
Fuck. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He sighs, resting his head on my shoulder. “We have to hide this, don’t we?” He doesn’t sound mad, just resigned. Then he laughs. “Is getting all clingy and assuming sex means more common?” He raises up, grimacing. “I’m asking if we need to keep this a secret, and I don’t even know what this is. Probably just sex, right?”
He makes small circles on my arm with his fingertips while he waits for my answer. I don’t even know how to answer because how can he really think this doesn’t mean more to me? Does he really think I’d risk Holden and Julian and my growing friendship with his dads for sex?
He sighs and tries to climb off me. I hold him tighter and roll him onto his back, settling my weight on top of him. He closes his eyes. Stubborn little shit. “Look at me, Eli.”
He shakes his head. “It’s okay, you know. I’m not going to be mad at you. We can go back to normal. Pretend it didn’t happen. It’s fine.”
I press a gentle kiss to his lips, his chin, and the tip of his nose. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.” I brush my nose against his, smiling at his sharp intake of breath. He still doesn’t open his eyes, but that’s alright. If hiding makes it easier on him, I’ll let him hide. For now. “Fighting my feelings for you is wearing me down, Eli. I can’t do it anymore.” I drop my forehead to his. “I came here for Holden. And then I met you and your dads. Fuck, Eli. Do you really think I’d risk all that just to get off?”
He doesn’t answer me, but he opens his eyes. “No,” I whisper. “I wouldn’t. I’m not that stupid or that shallow.”
Eli gazes up at me, confusion and naked longing reflecting in his beautiful eyes.
“God, I fought so fucking hard. Every time you smiled, every time you let me touch you, every time you looked at me with those big eyes like you were awed by what you saw, I tried to shove it down more and more. I told myself you were too young, told myself it was too risky. Nothing worked. I hurt you trying to fight it, Eli.” His eyes well up, and my heart squeezes. “And I hurt myself. I’m tired of fighting. So no, it’s not just sex. Not to me.”
He nods, letting out a shaky breath. “What about everyone else?”
I don’t know. I don’t have the answers. Fuck. Why don’t I have the answers? “We need more time to tell them.”
“Okay,” Eli whispers. “I can handle that. But you won’t… You won’t push me away anymore, right? And can I sleep with you?”
I chuckle. “No more pushing. And every night.”
“And you’ll call me your good boy? And your little doll?”
My heart clangs and my stomach tightens. I lean in and brush my lips over his. “And baby—whatever you want. God, Eli. I’d worship at your fucking feet if you wanted me to.”
He laughs, but I’m so fucking serious. “Okay.” He sighs, gazing up at me. “It’s all kind of… gross down there right now. Can we do something about that?”
I’m confused for a second until I realize he’s talking about the mess between us. I roll off him and climb out of bed to get something to clean him up, stripping my cum-stained clothes off in the process. Messy little doll, indeed.
Chapter 22
Eli
