Page 60 of Tangled Hearts
“They should. God, you’re everything. Let me touch you.”
The plea in his voice almost does me in, and I shiver. “Please,” I murmur.
Nic works my pants the rest of the way down my legs and off my body. I’m exposed. In front of him, hard and leaking, and in nothing but my lace. I cover myself again. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m nervous.”
A warm hand lands on my stomach. “Why? I won’t hurt you.”
I nod. My eyes are still closed, but I can feel him looking at me. “I’ve, uh—I’ve never done this before,” I admit softly.
“What? Shown someone your lacy panties? That’s okay.”
I shake my head. I have to tell him. “No, um—this. Sex.”
He’s quiet, and I’m too scared to see what’s on his face, so I keep my eyes closed. He blows out a shaky breath, then brushes his thumb along my bottom lip and down my chin. “Open your eyes, Eli.”
I don’t want to, but I do anyway. The look in his eyes nearly bowls me over. “I won’t hurt you,” he repeats. “I also won’t rush you. We don’t have to do this. We can take our time. I’ll follow your lead.”
That sounds awful. “I don’t want you to follow my lead.” Nic cocks his head. I groan. “Can’t you just do it? Why do I have to make all the decisions?”
“I need you to spell this out for me, Eli.”
I huff. “I don’t want you to follow my lead. I want to follow yours.”
His hand slides up my sternum, and he pauses at my chest, circling my nipple with his thumb. I gasp, arching into his touch. “Do you want me to keep touching you?” I nod. “Make you feel good?”
I whine, nodding again. “Please.”
Nic hums. “Eli, look at me.” Oh. I must have closed my eyes again. I open them and find his intense gaze. He searches my face, thumb still making maddening circles around my nipple. “No is a complete sentence. All you have to say isnoorstop, and I will.”
My stomach flips. This is real. He’s going to touch me. “Okay,” I whimper.
I’m not at all expecting Nic’s mouth to replace his thumb, but it does. He hums against my skin, pulling my nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh.
I had no idea nipples could be that sensitive, but apparently I was mistaken. I bite back a moan as he moves to the other nipple, sucking lightly. My cock jerks against my underwear and I gasp, my hips twitching.
Nic drags his tongue up my chest, buries his face in my throat, and kisses my neck. I bite back another noise, trying to keep myself from being too loud.
“Let me hear you, doll,” Nic murmurs, brushing his lips against my throat. “I love the sounds you make.”
He kisses a path up my jaw and swipes his tongue along my bottom lip. When I gasp, he kisses me, slow and deep. My toes curl and my hips rock up, instinctively trying to find relief.
Nic’s hand presses down on my cock, and he breaks our kiss. “You’re fucking soaked for me, doll.” My face heats and I try to look away, but he doesn’t let me. “I love it. So fucking perfect.”
A loud moan flies from my mouth as Nic rocks his hand against my leaking dick. It feels good. So fucking good. I’m aching, my entire body a throbbing ball of need. “Feel good?” Nic whispers, squeezing gently before dragging his hand up the length of my cock. Another ragged sound rips from my chest, my body going hot all over. But not from shame or embarrassment—from how fucking good his hand feels. “The sounds you make, doll. I’m barely even touching you.”
It’s sensory overload in the best way. My hips rock again, chasing the pressure. “That’s it, my perfect little doll.”
I’m glad he thinks so because I can’t stop. I don’t even want to. “Please,” I mumble. I’m not even sure what I’m asking for.
Nic hums, eyes locked on my face, staring at me like he doesn’t quite believe I’m real. “You want to come for me?” I nod frantically, hips jerking into his hand. He squeezes my shaft but doesn’t stroke me, and I’m just humping against him mindlessly, like I have no control of myself. I’m not sure that I do.
He lets go of my dick, and I whine in protest. Until he works his hand under the fabric and wraps it around my cock. I almost choke on my breath. “Be a good boy and come for me, my doll.”
His lips settle on mine, and I moan, my body trembling as he strokes me. It’s over embarrassingly quick. Two strokes, maybe three, and I’m gone. I moan against his lips, not even able to kiss him back, my back arching and my cum spilling over his fist and soaking the fabric of my panties.
Nic brings me down with soft, gentle kisses. My lips, my eyelids, each of my cheeks, and finally my forehead. He whispers between each kiss, telling me how gorgeous I am, how perfect I sound, howgoodI was for him. Good, and all I did was lie here and get my fucking mind blown.
