Page 65 of Tangled Hearts
My face heats again. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“Trust me, baby. I’m not making fun at all.” The way he’s kissing me is making me dizzy. “I’m soaking it all in. That I get to have you this way. That you’re warm and naked and pliant and hard because of me. Fucking heaven.”
“You’re hard too,” I say, but I have no idea why, because it’s not like it really matters. It’s not the checkmate I think it is.
He proves that by laughing. “And who could blame me with you sitting in front of me looking like this, smelling like sex.”
“I smell like sex?” I whisper, slightly scandalized.
“You smell like mine,” Nic whispers, hauling me into his lap. I gasp when his dick grazes mine.
“Still can’t believe you have your dick pierced.”
He laughs, low and raspy. “Want me to make you feel it?”
I whimper. I can’t fucking help it. I nod.
“Words, doll,” he reminds me gently.
“Yes, please.”
He wraps his hand around our dicks, and I moan, heat and electricity racing up my spine. “Oh, God. Oh holy shit.”
He chuckles. “You’re so sensitive. So perfect.”
My dick throbs against his. He thrusts into his fist, and the metal of his piercing catches on the head of my cock. I shiver. My hips jerk when he does it again. “Why does it feel so good?”
“Because it’s us, my little doll.” I think that’s probably bullshit and definitely feels like a cheesy line, but then he moves his hand, pumping up and down as he rolls his hips, and a loud moan rips from my throat. “That’s it, good boy. Let me hear you. God, you’re leaking already. So fucking hot.” I groan, as much from his words as the way his dick feels against mine. “Fuck, I want to taste you.”
I whimper. “Okay.” I offer him my mouth without thinking, leaning toward him for a kiss.
He lets out a choked laugh, filled with affection. “No, baby, that’s not what I meant.”
He doesn’t want to kiss me? I stick my lower lip out. “Oh.”
“But,” he whispers, dropping a kiss to my lips and then another. “That’s adorable. And so hot. I’ll definitely take you up on it.”
“What did you mean, then?” I ask between kisses.
Nic kisses me again, slow and deep, like he’s savoring me. His tongue brushes mine, and I almost come undone, shaking hard as I fight to not come. “I want to suck your cock, Eli.Tasteyou.”
Oh God. My brain short-circuits, I’m pretty sure. Just blanks out. “Please.”
“Yeah?” he asks, grinning against my mouth. “Lie back, then.”
I scramble to do as I’m told, and when I’m on my back, Nic settles himself over me and kisses his way down my chest. I wouldn’t be surprised if I looked down and I was on fire. Nic’s mouth trails lower. Down, down, down, and my heart almost pounds its way out of my chest when he licks a puddle of pre-cum off my lower stomach.
He moans, then he looks up at me. “Mmm. Sweet, baby. You gonna let me have the rest?”
My cock jerks, hitting him in the chin, and he chuckles. I close my eyes, cheeks burning hot. “You like that, huh? Me talking to you that way?”
“Oh my God. Shut up,” I whisper.
He laughs again, and then I’m burning from the inside out as the heat of his mouth engulfs my cock. My fingers dig into the bed below me, and I’m pretty sure I’m dead. I’ve died, and I’m in heaven now. Or hell, maybe. Nic bobs his head, moaning around my cock, and I almost come apart.
He moans, and the vibration on my cock makes me buck into his mouth. “S-sorry,” I gasp out when he makes a little choking noise. Hepushes my leg back and runs his fingers up and down the inside of my thigh. “God.”
How does this feel so good? How do people get literally anything done when they could be doing this instead?
