Page 122 of Splintered Hearts

He breaks the kiss and my eyes lock with his piercing green ones. “How are you feeling?” Breathy and kiss drunk, his palms run up my chest.

My mind tries to bring me back online. “I’m fine.”

“Your back?”

“I feel okay.” Much better than yesterday, actually.

“Great. Great. Last question.” I groan as Noah’s hand slides over my cock. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“What?”

His hand slides into my pants. “Let me rephrase that.” He kisses my neck. “I want us to go into my room and let you fuck me.” He tugs on my barbell and I grunt. “Go at your pace. Don’t overdo it.” Squeezing my cock, he chuckles. “Feels like you want that too.”

Nodding fast, I don’t have to time to freak out. Noah grabs my wrist, practically dragging me inside. I’m excited but nerves start to settle in my stomach. This is... a lot, and while I want him badly, actually doing this makes me nervous.

I’ve never had anal before, but the logistics have to be about the same. I know how to stretch him, how to have him begging. I just don’t want to hurt him.

Not having the same existential problem I am, Noah wastes zero time stripping down. “Hey! I wanted to do that.” I laugh but Noah’s face doesn’t break. There’s nothing playful about it, which is odd. Noah always makes sex so unserious and I fucking love that.

“Sorry,” he says flatly, going to his nightstand to grab lube. Something’s off. Maybe it’s just me, though. Taking off my clothes, I watch him, trying not to read too much into it. I’m just nervous.

Climbing onto the bed, he gets up on his hands and knees. “Just stretch me quick. It won’t take long.” His voice clips. Okay, this is not right. We’ve traded plenty of orgasms and this is off.

“You alright?”

“What?” Looking behind him, his eyes meet mine. “Yeah, sorry. I’m fine. Just horny. It’s been a bit.” Okay, just me then. Noah wants to fuck, and if that’s what he wants then that’s what he’ll get.

I step out of my sweats, and my cock bobs as I watch Noah’s gorgeous ass. Grabbing it, I squeeze his soft skin and lightly slap one cheek. Noah moans, “Fuck yeah.” Reaching between his legs, he strokes himself, but I’m not having that so I shoo his hand away. “Just hurry, come on.”

“Do you have somewhere to be?” I laugh.

Huffing, he looks at me over his shoulder. “Please fuck me.” There’s nothing playful in his voice. It feels wrong. Honestly, it’s one of my favorite things about messing around with him. Noah makes it fun. Aside from the mind-blowing orgasms each time, I have so much fucking fun, but this isn’t like that and I don’t know how to feel about it.

“You sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“We don’t have to do this, it’s okay.” I don’t expect shit from him. All I want to do is just hang out. No matter what that looks like. “Just because I’m better doesn’t mean—”

“I’m horny, okay. It’s just... been a bit since I’ve had sex. I want this, though. Just go easy.”

Nerves then.

I can work with that.

Grabbing the lube, I don’t want to rush this—my first time sleeping with a man. And if I’m honest, it’s the first time having sex with someone I truly connect with. Noah’s chest presses to the bed leaving his ass up in the air. Fuck, he looks delicious. I’m definitely taking my time. Spreading his cheeks apart, I tease his hole with my fingers, biting my lip when his hole clenches against them. “Stop playing and stretch me.”

“Sorry, can’t hear you—” I rub my thumb in slow circles, making him whimper. “I’m busy. Call back later.” Grabbing the lube, I squirt it out, watching it drip down his crack and over my fingers. “Later, you’re sitting on my face.” Noah moans as I sink in a finger, and he pushes back eagerly. Fuck, he feels amazing. Thrusting in a bit, I slip in another, watching Noah fist the sheets and push back onto my digits.

Leaning down, I bite one cheek, then soothe it with my tongue as Noah pushes back impatiently, fucking himself on my fingers.

“Jamie, more.”

“Needy little fox.”

Noah laughs softly, easing my tension a bit. I give his other cheek a bite and he whines. “Starving”

While I believe him, I also want to make sure he’s ready. “Just because I can, doesn’t mean we have to. You know that, right?”

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