Page 137 of Splintered Hearts

“Fuck you? Oh, baby.” He tsks,shaking his head. “I’m going ruin you.” His fingers dig into my sweats, slowly pulling them down my thighs. Eyes devour every inch of my skin as he tosses them aside. “Hands and knees. Head down.”

Don’t need to tell me twice.

My crop-top hoodie rides up my body as I get into position.

Jamie’s fingers dip into the bands of my peach-colored jock, cradling my ass cheeks, pulling me back further into position. “Fuck.”

His large hands knead my ass—fuck, I love his hands. They create the most beautiful things and cause the neediest moans to leave my lips. Craning my neck, I strain to see the bulge barely contained in his sweats. I love that pair. The fabric is so worn I can see hints of tanned skin underneath. His safety pants. Odd, with how fucking dangerous they are to my sanity.

“This ass—” Clutching the sheets, I yelp from the sting of his teeth as they sink into my flesh. Pleasure melts into my skin, feeling him pull those bands and then snap them against my ass.

“Jamie!” He does it again, and I hear his sadistic chuckle. My cock drips in the cotton. “Do something—holy fucking shit.” My fingers squeeze the comforter as Jamie laves his tongue over my hole. “Fu-fuck—ungh...”

“Eloquent. My baby’s a scholar.”

“Asshole!” Pinching my eyes shut I white-knuckle the blanket, shamelessly pushing back against his wicked tongue. Jamie doesn’t eat me, he devours me, moaning between my cheeks and sending hot jolts of electricity through my balls. Warm and sloppy, he softens me. I melt into the bed, needing more. “Fuck me.”

“No.”

“Jamie.” I should be embarrassed about the whine that leaves my lips but I’m beyond giving a fuck. Reaching behind myself, I find his hair and tug him closer, but he snatches my wrist, bringing it under my body and pinning me in place. Smacking my ass with his free hand, Jamie gets behind me on his knees.

“Naughty boys don’t get treats.”

“That has not been my experience.” I whine into the blanket as Jamie’s tongue plunges inside my hole. The sudden intrusion makes me jerk as I finally get what I’ve wanted. “Deeper, baby.”

Fucking me with his tongue, the cool metal might as well be a magic wand as it runs along my rim. “Are you going to behave?”

“The bestest fucking boy. Honor student. Employee of the month. Vice mother fucking president.”

Jamie slides my jock down and off, spreading my legs wider. Just to show him I’m the goodest of boys, I reach behind, smooshing my face into the mattress, spreading my cheeks apart.

“Fuck, Noah.” His thumb rubs along my hole. Sex with Jamie just hits different. It’s way more than the act. I’ve never felt like this in my life

Getting up on my elbows, I arch my back, feeling the hoodiespill down over my head. Jamie adjusts it so the hood is on my head blocking my line of sight, then tugs the hem of the sweater so it slides back up over my nipples. “So hot.”

Giving his cock a firm stroke, I squirm back, hitting fabric. “Take them off.”

Two fingers probe my hole instead. Biting my lip, I crane my neck to look at him. “Take. Them. Off!”

Jamie groans, getting off the bed and walking to my side. Inches away, he slides them down, letting that perfect cock bob with the movement.

“You have the prettiest cock.”

“Made of rainbows and glitter.”

I laugh.“Give me that pretty cock made of rainbows and glitter.”

Jamie chuckles, eyes darkening. “Stick your tongue out.”

With pleasure. I look up at Jamie from under hooded eyes. His lazy expression is so fucking sexy, it’s like he’s drunk. Jamie grabs his base, slapping his cockhead against my tongue. My thighs spread wider, showing him exactly where I need him. Slowly he feeds me his cock.

Letting go of the base of his cock, his fingers find my hair as he slowly pumps inside my mouth, reaching farther and farther back until each stroke hits the back of my throat. It’s heaven. Or what I assume heaven is. Honestly, if Jamie’s cock isn’t there I don’t want to be. My own drips precum onto the bed.

My fingers itch to grab it. Jamie shakes his head, reading my mind. “Don’t you touch it.” My eyes water as Jamie pushes in further, making me gag on his length. His lips slip up in a smile made of sin, seeing how far I can take it. I’m happy to play out whatever fantasies of twisted torture he has for me. Swallowing around him, saliva drips from my mouth. As he pulls out slowly I try to swallow. A string of precum connects us as I gasp for breath.

A quick flick of my greedy tongue breaks the connection. Jamie gets back on the bed, leaning over me as I roll onto my back. My thighs draw up. I’m aching. “No, no, little fox. You need to get that greedy hole ready yourself.” He leans over to grab the lube, reaching between my legs and giving my balls a gentle squeeze on the ride down.

I rub my hole and Jamie watches, his eyes transfixed, lazily stroking his cock as he holds the bottle, dripping it over my fingers. Holding one leg back, he catches the other, spreading me open wider. My fingers slip inside as I breathe, “So fucking hot.” All I want is every inch of this man stretching me. Fucking myself with my fingers, I imagine that, but it’s not enough. Precum leaks onto my belly, Jamie’s taste still on my tongue.

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