Page 138 of Splintered Hearts

“Can I?” I nod quickly, and not waiting for me to slip my fingers out he slips two inside along with mine. “Fuck, Noah. You want it bad, huh?”

I nod again feeling like I’m about to die. Right now I need him and the three fingers stretching me open aren’t doing it. I slip my fingers out, cupping my sack and nearly vibrating with need. “Give it to me.”

Jamie fists his cock, rubbing against my entrance before taking shape inside me. Fuck. I’m home.

“Jamie.” I thread my fingers through his hair as Jamie’s body presses tightly to mine, trapping my cock. He rocks into me gently—pressed close, moving slowly, skin to skin—and the look currently in his eyes nearly has me coming.

He kisses me gently. His hips thrust lazily inside me. There’s no race or reason. Just us, sharing space. Mingling our breaths. The scent of him wrapping around me like a hug. “You are so damn beautiful.” Jamie smirks.

I feel my eyes sting and I clutch on to him. Jamie moves up further onto his knees to quicken his pace, my legs wrapped around his waist, his face buried against my neck, and his armsunder me and looped around me.

“That’s it.” Once he finds that spot he doesn’t stop hitting it. This is unreal but I need more. “Jamie—”

“Huh?”

“Let me move a bit.” Guiding him to sit up against the pillows, I straddle him, slowly sinking down with a groan. Jamie’s eyes flutter shut as I fully seat myself, clenching around him. “That’s it.” I rock my hips back, soaking in the broken look on Jamie’s face. “I want to do this. Every night. For the rest of my life.” It’s not realistic but I don’t care. I never want to be without him.

Clutching me against him in response he kisses me hard, stroking my tongue with that piercing. We become a mess of moans, tongues, and frantic fucking. “You remember that scene in theHockey Bros, book one?” I whine as Jamie starts guiding my hips, slamming me down on his cock.

“Marcello and Antoni?” he asks and I nod. “The scene with the hockey sticks?” I nod again. “Why?”

“I said... holy fuck, right there.” My legs begin to shake. “I said that was the hottest thing in the world.”

“Okay . . .” He bites my neck a little.

“I was wrong,” I pant, nosing along his hair, burying my face in his neck. “This is the hottest fucking thing in the whole world.”

“Didn’t even need the hockey stick.”

I chuckle, rolling my hips and drinking in Jamie’s groan. He tenses, and it’s almost over for me as well. “Best damn hockey stick around.”

“That’s so hot.” He kisses me. “Even if it doesn’t make sense.” Jamie loops his arm around my waist putting me back on my back. Not giving me a moment to breathe, he cups under both my knees, damn near folding me in two—spread wide and so fucking open for him. He doesn’t need his hands to guide himself as he slips inside my eager hole. If I wasn’t pinned my back would bow. My legs tremor with each intense thrust makingme shriek and moan. Maybe later I’ll be embarrassed by the unhinged noises I’m making but right now I need it.

“Harder.” My cock pulses, untouched. He picks up speed and I see the moment his orgasm threatens to crash. “Give it to me.”

Jamie let’s go, fucking me hard. Almost too hard. Grabbing my cock, I jerk myself fast, barely being contained in Jamie’s grip. I come, and don’t stop coming. It feels endless, my orgasm still crashing over me long after I stop coming.

Sweat beads along his hairline. “Fucking hell. I’m dead.” Jamie let’s go of my knees but my thighs fall back spread out without any support.

Instead of helping me, Jamie drops down between my legs, rubbing his thumb over my tender rim. “Is it weird how hot I think this is?” he asks me seriously.

I drag myself upright, leaning back on my elbows, watching this gorgeous man find his pleasure. “No.”

“It’s so fucking sexy.”

I grunt as his thumb dips inside. It doesn’t hurt, more tender than anything, but I don’t care and just let him play. He looks up, then slips his thumb out replacing it with his tongue before pulling back.

“What?”

“You’re sore, aren’t you?”

“I’m alright.”

Not satisfied with that answer Jamie gets up. “Roll onto your stomach.” I’m not sure it’s possible to move but I’m too intrigued not to try. I do so, feeling Jamie’s weight move on the bed. Tucking a pillow under my head, I lay flat but spread my legs. Jamie’s hands smooth under the tops of my thighs before looping around to grab my ass cheeks in both hands. Leaning in, he doesn’t lick, instead his face nuzzles my crack before giving me a gentle kiss. “So sexy,” he growls. “Perfect hole.”

He dives in and kisses me again. Massaging, kissing, licking,soothing my body as I slowly turn into a puddle. My soft cock tries and fails to rally between my legs. While extremely intimate, there’s no expectation, just affection. Worshiping. Jamie treats my body as if it were the most precious thing to exist.

When he’s done Jamie leaves, and I faintly hear water running before he steps back into the room holding out a hand to me. “Come on. Take a bath with me.”

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