Page 80 of Tangled Hearts
My eyebrows pull together. “Down from where?”
Another press of lips to mine. “You’re so fucking cute, baby.” Mmm. I like that. My heart gives a little thud, my stomach all warm and fluttery. It makes me giggle a little at how funny it feels. Nic’s hand disappears from my stomach, and I whimper. “Hey, I’m right here. Just gonna get you cleaned up, okay?”
I nod, even though I’m not a fan of him not touching me. His fingers slide under the edges of my panties, and he starts pulling them down my legs. I can’t even be bothered to help him by lifting my hips, but it doesn’t matter since he gets them down and off. Then something wet is touching my hand, wiping between my fingers. “What’s that?” I ask.
“A washcloth. While you were having fun, I was getting a washcloth and supplies. I also let Kassie out.”
Oh. Well, that makes sense. That’s probably what took him so long. When he starts cleaning my cock, it twitches, thickening again. Hedoesn’t seem to pay much attention to it. He just keeps gently wiping me down. “Feels good.”
He chuckles under his breath. “I can see that.”
I peel my eyes open so I can glare at him. The little lopsided grin he’s giving me should be annoying, right? It’s not. Sigh. This is ridiculous. “I wasn’t supposed to like you.”
“Oh?” he asks, his smile growing. “Decided that right away, did you?”
He tosses the washcloth to the floor and runs his fingers up and down the insides of my thighs. “Yep. Didn’t last long. Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoyingly likeable?”
“I can’t say they have.”
His thumbs are making little circles on my inner thighs, and my brain is coming back online. It feels so good. I love when he touches me. “Touch me more.”
Nic’s hands dust over my thighs and up my waist before trailing up my torso and chest. His hand wraps around my throat, and he leans over me, capturing my mouth with his. “Lay on me,” I whisper between kisses. His weight covers me, pressing me against the bed as he settles his legs between my spread thighs.
“Greedy boy,” he mumbles against my lips.
“Generous,” I counter. “Not greedy.”
He smiles against my mouth, then pushes his tongue past my lips. My hips roll up, my cock seeking friction against his body. He breaks our kiss, using his grip to turn my head so he can nibble on my throat and suck on the junction of my neck and shoulder. I whimper. “Please.”
“Already begging, huh?”
“Not begging,” I say, gasping when he rocks down against me, dragging the rough fabric of his jeans over my cock.
He sits up, which makes me kind of pouty. He smiles. “Don’t give me that look.”
He reaches for the lube, and a shiver runs down my spine. I’m nervous but excited and ready. I mean, good God, I’m twenty years old. I nod, even though he didn’t ask me any questions. I just need to make sure he knows I’m good. “How do you want me?” I ask, ready to do just about anything he wants.
“What do you mean?”
I swallow hard. “Um. Like, do you want me on my stomach? Or on my hands and knees? How should I lay? I’ll do whatever you want.” I hope I don’t sound too overeager. I mean, Iameager, but I hope it’s not like… too eager.
Nic tosses the lube down, and my stomach drops out. What did I say wrong? He leans forward and kisses my chest. “Jesus, doll. You offering yourself up to me like that has got to be the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I want you on your back, okay? So I can look at that beautiful face of yours.”
I nod, my heart racing. “Okay. Yes. I want that too.” He laughs. Then he sits back and pulls his shirt over his head before climbing out of bed and stripping off his jeans and boxers. His cock springs out, hanging heavy between his legs. I still can’t believe he pierced it. “Can you fit a condom over it?” I hear myself asking.
He glances down in confusion. “I know you don’t have a lot of experience, but it’s notthatbig. Thanks for the ego boost, though, doll.”
I cover my face with a groan. “I meant your piercing.”
“Oh.” Nic laughs. “That makes a lot more sense. Yes, I can.”
I kind of don’t want to use a condom. How do we go about that? “What if I don’t want to use one?”
“Then we go get tested and ditch them.”
“But not tonight?” I ask, wanting to double-check.
“Nope. Not tonight. Do you want to wait until we get tested?”
