Page 100 of Tangled Hearts
I chuckle with him, my heart finally slowing down. “What am I gonna do with you, my little doll?”
“Probably never lick my asshole again,” he says, peeking at me through his fingers.
“I promise.” I give him a little salute, smiling when he giggles again.
“You can still fuck me, though, right? Like now?”
“I can still fuck you, yes.” I kind of want to kiss him, but given that Ilicked his asshole,I better not. “If that’s what you want?”
He nods so fast it almost makes me laugh. Then he’s rolling back to his front, propping his ass in the air. “Okay, then. Just fingers to prep me this time, yeah?”
I do laugh at that. “You got it, doll.”
I grab the lube, warming it between my fingers before sliding one inside his tight body. I work him open slowly, rotating my wrist and rubbing against his prostate with his whimpers as my soundtrack. “That’s it,” I murmur, adding a second.
I repeat my motions, stretching him and working over his prostate until he’s writhing and shaking. Not on my tongue—but it’s not any less hot. Right as I’m about to put a third finger in, he groans. “I’m ready. Please. Please.”
I draw my fingers from his body, then slick up my cock. I trust his judgement and believe he knows his own body, but when I start to push in, I go slower than normal. “Ah, burns,” he mumbles, tensing the slightest bit. I start to pull out, and he shakes his head. “Don’t stop, please.”
Fuck, I love when he says please. “Such a good fucking boy for me, doll.”
I press in slowly, watching his hole stretch to accommodate my cock. The warmth of his snug hole is unfuckingreal, and I could probably die right now and be happy. When I’m fully inside him, Ipause, running my hand up and down his spine until he relaxes and his hips start rocking back on my cock.
For a few minutes, I don’t even thrust. I just watch him rock back and forth. Watch his hole swallow my cock over and over.
He’s fucking perfection like this. “Always so fucking desperate for it,” I say, gripping his hips with bruising force and pulling him back to meet each thrust.
He mumbles something unintelligible under his breath, going slack and pliant as he moves his hand to jerk himself off. Before he can even make contact, I’m pulling out and sitting up, then lifting him up and settling him back on my cock. He groans, his body going lax in my arms as he reaches for his dick again.
I grab his hand and push it away. “No.”
He turns his head to look at me, his big green eyes boring into mine, pleading. “S’good. Your piercing is… it’s… God. Let me come. Please. Please, please, please.”
His head falls back against my shoulder, his breathy little sounds driving me fucking mad. I let my fingers dance up his stomach and over his chest before wrapping my hand around his throat.
His breath catches as I tighten my grip. “Kiss me,” he all but begs. He turns his face toward mine, and I press my lips to his.
Despite the almost frenzied pace of my thrusts, our kiss is slow and languid, my tongue mapping his mouth as he whines and tries to push himself further onto my cock.
My fingers flex against the sides of his throat, and he moans into our kiss before tearing his mouth from mine. I lean in close to him, brushing my lips against his ear. “If you want to come, you’ll do it on my cock and not with your hand.”
He nods frantically, adjusting his legs until he can use his hands to brace himself on my thighs as I fuck up into him. My eyes roll back asmy impending orgasm tightens my balls and sends fire licking up my spine.
He whimpers, his breath leaving him in a quick rush as his cock bobs between his legs. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” I grit out, tightening my grip on his throat. “So perfect. I could spend the rest of my life just like this. Buried inside you, my hand around your throat, with your perfect little hole squeezing my cock. You feel so fucking good. Mine. All fucking mine.” I barely even recognize the sound of my own voice.
Eli’s entire body arches as his cock explodes, shooting ropes of cum over the blankets and pillows. The sounds he’s making border on obscene, and the way his hole clenches around my cock has me thrusting deep and spilling inside him. The feel of my cum bathing my dick in his warm hole has me gritting my teeth, my body almost shaking as I fuck him through both of our orgasms.
When he comes down, he’s breathing raggedly, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. “God,” he mumbles, dropping his head back on my shoulder. “I think I felt it. When you came. I felt your dick jerking inside me. And the heat. Was good. So good. We can do it again, right?”
For the rest of our lives if I have anything to say about it. “Whenever you want,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his temple. I catch sight of the clock. “Hey, baby. I know I said not to worry about the time, but we should have left five minutes ago, so now we need to worry about the time.”
Eli groans. “Dammit. I don’t want to go. I want to stay here and live on your cock. I can do that. It’d be nice. You could feed me and bring me water.”
I run a hand through his hair, holding him against my chest. “How am I gonna feed you and bring you water if you’re living on my cock, doll?”
He lets out a little huff. “Don’t ruin my fantasy with logic.”
That makes me laugh. “Tell you what, doll. You get up and rush through getting ready, and I’ll give you an entire day on my cock. You can sit on it and warm it like the good boy you are.”
