Page 62 of Tangled Hearts
I bite the inside of my cheek. “I did, indeed.”
“You pierced your dick.” He lets out an incredulous giggle. “Oh my fucking God. You have your dick pierced.”
“Very observant,” I say, nodding solemnly.
“I’m sorry…” He trails off, looking back down at my swollen cock, then up at my face. “You actually have your dick pierced.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re awfully judgemental for someone who’s still wearing cum-soaked lace panties, doll.”
He gasps, leveling me with a glare. But then he giggles. “It’s so fucking hot, though. Did it hurt?”
I nod, smiling to myself at his pure wonder. “A little.”
“Does it still hurt?” Not even fucking close. I shake my head. “Can I… Can I touch it?” he asks, voice breathy.
Fuck. “Yeah, you can.”
He drags a tentative finger up the base of my dick, and my hips twitch, pre-cum already oozing from my head despite our little detour.
He inhales a shaky breath. “What about the piercing? Can I touch it?”
I nod, not sure I can trust my voice. This time, there’s no teasing. No telling me he needs words. His thumb brushes over the piercing, and I can’t help the moan that spills out of me. “It feels good?” he asks, looking up at me through his lashes.
“So fucking good,” I groan.
“You’re really hard.” He seems surprised by that.
I let out a breathless laugh that turns into a wrecked moan when he tugs gently on the bar. “Of course I am. Fighting my feelings for youhas become almost impossible, little doll. It’s a miracle I haven’t spilled in your hand like a teenager.”
That seems to do something to Eli. He pitches forward and kisses me, pressing his lace-covered cock against mine.
I slide my fingers into his hair, holding him tightly while I take over the kiss, deepening it and making him whimper and whine into my mouth.
His hips jerk, and our cocks rub together. He lets out a breathless noise against my lips and does it again. “Oh… that’s—”
I place my hand on the small of his back, tapping my fingers along the top of his ass. “Can I touch you here?”
Eli whimpers. “Yeah. Yes. Please.”
I let my hand slide over the curve of his ass. “Pull your dick out of your panties, doll.”
He reaches down, freeing his cock. “Now what?” he whispers.
I adjust him, moving him until our dicks are lined up. He gives an experimental thrust, and my cock throbs as he makes the filthiest sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life.
I know what he’s trying to do, even if he doesn’t fully. But I’m here for it. And so fucking into it. It’s been a long damn time since I’ve gotten off with sloppy kisses and dry humping.
I tighten my grip on his ass and pull him over my cock. We both moan. Fuck, that’s so good. His mouth is moving frantically over mine, and I swallow every feral, needy sound that comes out of him.
Everything feels so wet, like we’ve used lube—even though we definitely haven’t. It’s so fucking hot. I break our kiss to catch my breath. “You’re leaking so much. So fucking messy for me. So responsive.”
Eli whines, rocking against me again. “Is that bad?”
“No. Fuck no. It’s so goddamn hot. So fucking good for me.”
He groans, hips stuttering. “I’m not even doing anything.” Wrong. He’s doing everything. “I can—I can feel your piercing catching on the head of my cock, Nic.”
Fuck. “Does it feel good?”
