Page 175 of Splintered Hearts

Noah

“Wash the dish.”

The plate nearly slips from my fingers. “Jam—ungh.” He bites my neck and the sharp sting makes a direct hit to my cock. I whimper, maybe beg, and Jamie rewards me with another bite that makes my blood sing.

My boyfriend, the sadist, rubs his cock between my cheeks. All I want is those fucking boxers off, yet here I am, dressed in nothing but Jamie’s T-shirt, with a boyfriend who is fucking evil.

I can smell his body wash from the shower he just took. His nose grazes over my hair, and he buries his face against my neck. He whispers words like a gentle caress. The plate nearly slips from my hands again. I know better than to break a dish.

As he sucks another mark into my neck, I groan, head falling forward onto the plate, which slips again but thankfully doesn’t break. “Keep going.”

“I can’t—” Nearly collapsing forward, I feel Jamie behind me. Looming. Powerful. I know this man won’t hurt me; I trust him with my life. I’m not frightened, but my heartbeat skips as if I am.

“Yes you can.” Jamie adjusts a bit, but looking over I can’t see what he’s doing, and then his heavy cock is rutting between myass cheeks. Grabbing the hem of the shirt, he hoists it up around my abs, letting the cool air hit my cheeks.

A slap stings one then the other, making me purr. “Wash...” His arm comes around my stomach, holding me firm against him. “The fucking...” I feel his lips grazing my neck, nipping my ear. “Dish.”

I can’t think straight as I feel his hand give my cock a gentle stroke. I swallow hard, my hands unsteady as I grab another cup. “Our friends will be here soon.”

“Then you better hurry. I’m not stopping until you’re done.” Jamie’s lips press soft, slow kisses on the side of my head. “You don’t want them to see you like this. Hot. Wet. Desperate for my cock. Dripping like the needy boy you are.”

Okay, I can do this. Focusing on the suds-filled sink, I scrub a few cups, ready to be finished. I flinch, feeling Jamie’s fingers lace around my throat, giving it a squeeze before his hand slides up to grip my chin. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

“Good boy,” I slur with a whimper. Stroking my cock lazily, Jamie groans.

“So much precum. Jesus, Noah. You’re dripping.” Well, that’s just what this man does to me. Grabbing a plate, I finish washing, biting back my moans as he strokes me slowly. Releasing my chin, his fingers caress my mouth. “Suck. Or you get them dry.” God, I love this side of him. My man is shy, and sometimes a little embarrassed, but then there are times like now, when something snaps in his mind, calling to something deep. Something masculine and wild.

These times are a special treat. “I said suck. Or maybe you want them dry?” I obey, sucking his fingers into my mouth. Jamie’s cock rubs against my ass again. “Don’t break anything. You know the rules.”

Broken dish—no orgasm.

Getting his fingers nice and wet, they slip from my mouthbefore plunging between my cheeks, and I know what he’s going to find.

On Fridays I help with chores around the house. Since Mark and Hunter come over for game night every other Friday, it’s only fair. Tonight, I invited Bo and his best friend Camden. A lot’s been happening recently with them, and I just want everyone to have a good time. Maybe take Bowen’s mind off things a bit.

Although I’m still not convinced Camden doesn’t return his feelings. I’ve been over a handful of times since we started hanging out and there’s one thing for sure, Camden’s eyes don’t leave Bo for long.

Today I tried to get out of doing the dishes, coming out into the living room wearing only Jamie’s paint-stained T-shirt and the plug my man is about to find. “Seems like my naughty boys been keeping secrets from me?” Jamie bites me again. My body lights up as Jamie grabs the end of the plug.

My idea earlier was to seduce Jamie into doing the dishes for me.

The tables have turned.

Instead, Jamie has me bent over the sink washing dishes while he withholds my orgasm. “Damn.” I feel Jamie drop to his knees, parting my cheeks. When he slaps his hand over my hole I nearly buckle forward. “Such a pretty pussy,” Jamie growls, biting one of my cheeks. “Mine, right? All mine.”

“All yours. All fucking yours.”

“That’s right.” Jamie plays with the end of the plug, teasing me with shallow thrusts before taking it out. His arms comes back around my stomach as he stands. “Keep going.” Fingers enter my hole and I nearly buckle from the shock of it. The fullness of those thick fingers stroke me so damn good, but I want more. I brace against the counter in front of me, but Jamie knocks my hands away, nearly making me fall forward into the sink.

Catching myself at the last minute, I bend over, bracing myself as Jamie fucks me with two fingers. His free hand finds my hair, pulling my head back to look at him. “Baby.”

“Whining will get you nowhere.”

I whimper despite the warning. All I want is his cock but it’s infuriatingly rubbing now against my inner thigh. I grab another cup—the sink looks bottomless. Washing a few more, I can feel precum drip from my cock. “Right—” My knees buckle. “There.” The asshole I live with chuckles like the evil fucker he is, making another pass at my prostate. I can’t take any more.

“Will you stop fucking with me and just fuck me already!” My ass clenches around his fingers.

“Not until you’re done with your chores.” Jamie tsks. “Naughty boy, trying to outsource his responsibilities.” Another stab. Another stroke. I can’t do this. “What did we learn today?”

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