Page 116 of Tangled Hearts
“So what does that say?” Nic asks, almost to himself. “What does it say that I mourned my friendship more than my engagement? I thought I was doing love all wrong. I had to be, right?”
I shake my head because I don’t know. I mean, I don’t know what he was like with Leo, and given the pang in my heart every time I think about the two of them together, I don’t want to. “I’m not sure.”
Nic kisses me, swiping his tongue along my bottom lip as he slides his hand from my jaw to my throat, pulling me in closer. He kisses me like he’s starving, like he’s trying to devour me, recommit me to memory. When he breaks the kiss, I’m half-dazed. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t even know what love was until I fell in love with you, Eli.”
That stops me dead. My heart’s fluttering like crazy, and my stomach is doing wild swoops. That sounds like some shit that Beck would say to Roman. Maybe not verbatim, but definitely the same sappy vibe.
“I don’t want to lose you,” I whisper. “God, I’m so scared of losing you.”
“You won’t,” he says, running his thumb along the column of my throat. Slow and reverent. His voice is more firm than I’ve ever heard it. Solid and final. “Even if you told me to get out, I’d just sleep on the porch.”
I bite my lip against the giggle that wants to break free. “That’s kind of pathetic.”
Nic smiles. “It is, huh? I can’t help it, though. When it comes to you? I just…am.I’m weak as hell for you, little doll.”
I surge forward, slamming my mouth to his. He groans, tightening his hand on my throat until my head goes a little fuzzy. Warmth rushes through my body as I melt into him. “Touch me, please. Make me feel good.”
Nic moans, fingers flexing against my throat, and his other arm hauling me closer to him until we’re pressed together, chest to chest. “Your dads are two doors down, baby.”
I sit back just enough that I can look him in the eye. “I don’t care. I’ll be quiet. I promise.”
“Yeah? You’ll be my silent little doll? You think you can do that?”
His silent little doll? Fuck, why is that so fucking hot? I whimper, nodding. “I can be so good for you. Please.”
He groans. “Fuck. I bet you could be.” He reaches down, freeing my cock, and then his. “You can stay quiet, yeah?”
I bite my lip hard, my hips jerking when he gives us a slow stroke. “Yeah,” I whisper. I’m not actually sure I can, truthfully, but I’m willing to try.
“We have to be quick, Eli.”
I nod. I’m not sure that’s gonna be a problem for me anyway, considering my cock’s already aching and throbbing in time with my heartbeats.
Nic studies me for a second, then spits in his hand and wraps it around our cocks. My hips buck, and a ragged sound rips from my throat. His rough chuckle makes my face heat. “One stroke and you’re already breaking the rules.”
The tone of his voice has my stomach tightening and pleasure rolling through my body. “I can be better.”
He kisses me, nibbling at my lips and stroking us quickly. “You’re fucking perfect, Eli. You literally couldn’t be better if you tried.”
I moan against his lips, and I can feel the ghost of his smile. I know he’s smug about me not staying quiet, but it’s not like I can help it. If he wasn’t so fucking good in bed, maybe I’d be able to manage it. I’m not sure how I got so lucky that my first was him. I can’t imagine sex being anything less than this.
Nic’s hand twists around the heads of our cocks, and his piercing drags along my frenulum, and I gasp, biting down hard on my lip.
“Feels good,” I whisper.
“Sure fucking does, doll,” Nic groans, tightening his grip and quickening his pace. My eyes roll back and fall shut. “Eyes on me, Eli. I want to see those pretty eyes of yours when you come for me. Want to see them when you’re spilling over my fist.”
My eyes fly open and lock on his.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over the wet head of my cock. “Such a good boy for me.”
I try to stay quiet, but I can’t, and a whimper explodes from my throat as I nod and rock my hips into his fist.
“Fuck.” He strokes faster, the wet sound of his hand moving over our cocks obscene. “The way you whimper and whine and moan for me turns me on so much, doll.”
Well, I’m pretty sure everything about him turns me on.
His thumb swirls over the tip of my cock again, his piercing rubbing against it just the right way, and I’m gone. My body locks up, my hips arching as my cum spills over his fist just like he wanted. I bite down on my lip again, but it doesn’t help, and a ragged moan tears from my throat.
