Page 61 of Tangled Hearts
Chapter 21
Nic
Iroll onto my back and pull Eli on top of me. He practically dissolves into me, letting out a puff of air against my throat that sends a shiver through me.
My cock is throbbing, aching from how fucking sexy Eli looked falling apart for me. I’m convinced I’m going to have an imprint from my zipper.
I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.
Eli wiggles, rubbing himself against my cock and I groan, unable to stop it. He freezes, raising up to pin me with curious wide eyes. “Oh shit. You’re still hard.”
I almost laugh. Of course I’m still hard. This will be my favorite case of blue balls. So fucking worth it. “Yeah, it’s okay, though. It’ll chill in a minute.”
“Can I touch you?”
“You don’t have to,” I assure him. “I’m okay. We don’t need to rush.”
He sticks his lower lip out. “I want to. I didn’t even get to see you naked.” He narrows his eyes. “Honestly, what kind of bullshit is that?”
That gets a chuckle out of me. “What is it, doll? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”
“Yes,” he says, matter-of-fact and a little bratty. “It’s only fair.”
My dick is throbbing, chanting, please, please,please, in time with my heartbeats. “Okay. Whatever you want. I’m all yours.”
Eli sits up, kneeling between my thighs. “Can I undress you?” he asks, lips curving into a smug smile.
I can’t fucking believe this is happening right now. Eli settles his hands on the insides of my thighs, so close to my dick, but so far. My hips jerk. Part of me realizes that I’m older and I should be playing this way fucking cooler than I am, but I also have Eli in my bed, kneeling between my spread thighs in nothing but cum-soaked black lace underwear. And really? I don’t think anyone could fault me for my lack of restraint. I nod rapidly.
He smirks. “I need words, Nic.”
“You little shit,” I say, laughing at him for using my words against me. “You have free rein, doll. You can do anything to me you want. My body is your playground.”
I expect him to go for my shirt first, like I did with him, but he doesn’t. His fingers hover over my buttons, his eyes locked on my face. I give him an encouraging nod.
He looks down and undoes the button. My cock almost weeps in relief. The zipper is loud, and when he has it down, I lift my hips to help him tug my jeans off.
He’s a little awkward, and it’s easy to see his inexperience when he can’t quite figure out how to get my pants off while he’s sitting between my knees. I sit up and take them off for him before lying back down.
He swallows hard. “This is so hot.”
“What is?” I breathe, barely daring to move.
Instead of answering, he surprises the hell out of me by leaning forward and burying his nose beside my cock. His cheek brushes me and I groan. He echoes the sound. “You smell so fucking good right here.”
Oh, holy fuck. “Do I?” I manage.
Eli hums and breathes in deeply again, dragging in another noseful of my scent. “I knew I was gay from, like, childhood, right?” Eli says, sitting up and staring down at me with lust-blown eyes. “But I don’t think I fully realized how much until right now. Fuck. You smell good. Like a man, which, duh, you are.” He stops, his face turning red. “But like kind of sweaty and warm, and I don’t know…” He laughs. “I need to shut up.”
I happen to think the rambling is adorable. “I’m glad you think I smell good. Especially after fighting for my life on that mountain today.”
Eli laughs. It’s bright and happy, and goddamn, I could listen to that happiness forever.
He takes a deep breath, and when his fingers dip below the waist of my boxers, I inhale sharply. He looks up at me, eyes burning with barely controlled lust. “Are you hard again, doll?” His cheeks flush, but he nods. God, to be twenty again. “Want me to take care of you?”
He bites his lip, but it’s not coy. It’s not a show. He’s not trying to be seductive, but the effect it has on my body could start actual fucking fires. “Later,” he whispers, then he pulls my boxers down. My dick twitches when the cool air of the room touches it. Eli holds eye contact for a second, thenhe looks down.
“Holy shit.” I know why he’s holy shitting. I figured both of us being surprised by what we found in the other’s pants could be a fun treat. His eyes fly back to mine. “Holyshit.Youpiercedit.”
