Page 142 of Splintered Hearts

“Feel good?” I nod and Noah bites his lip. “You feel so fucking good.”

“I need more. I need—” I clench my stomach and Noah grabsmy knees, pushing them back. I don’t even have a second to feel embarrassed at being spread so open before he rocks back into me, hitting that spot dead on.

My back bows slightly as pleasure heats my skin. I feel drunk. I need to chase down this feeling. I look up, watching Noah’s hips roll, the view of his muscles flexing, sweat dripping down his chest. His face looks broken, a mirror of my own. Having Noah this way is something I didn’t know I needed until now.

“So fucking good.”

“Yeah?” Noah groans as my ass clenches around him. “Am I making this tight hole happy?”

Fuck. Why is that so hot? Precum drips from my cock, pleasure weaving itself into every fiber of my being. My balls tingle, drawing up. I’ve barely even touched my dick. “Noah, holy fuck.”

“Close?”

My head hits the pillow as I moan louder, not caring about how depraved I must look. Each thrust hits that spot. My hand tugs on my cock. Every thrust sends an electric wave through me. Noah knocks my hand away to fist my cock, and my fingers twist in the bed sheets. “Come on my cock, baby.”

“Noah—”

“Give it to me, Jamie.” That’s enough. Noah fucks me through my orgasm as it crashes over me knocking me breathless. Stars burn across my vision as hot ropes of cum warm my chest.

I’m a mess.

I look down and Noah’s still jerking me as I twitch with sensitivity. He begins to pull out. I grip him against me. “I want you to come.” Swallowing, Noah looks down, nodding. Fuck, I want to see it. See us together like that.

“Give me your phone.”

“Huh?”

“Your phone, baby.” Confused I lean over, grabbing it andhanding it over. Noah clicks something before I realize he’s filming us. On my phone. Just for me. “Fuck, babe. So fucking hot. I’m going to come.”

If I thought Noah was beautiful before, it was nothing compared to the look of his face as he brings himself to climax using my body. This is unreal. Consuming in a way I didn’t know existed. “Jamie.” My broken name on his lips makes me shiver. His face twists with feeling.

Putting my phone down, Noah falls forward as warmth fills me. He holds me close and emotion clogs my throat. My hands run up and down his back as he buries his face into my neck. Noah drops a kiss on my forehead before sitting up and looking down at us together. Leaning over, he grabs my phone again, taking a picture. “I won’t be mad if you send me a copy,” he says, handing me my phone so I can look at the picture.

Fuck.

I feel my dick rally at the sight of us connected. “This might feel weird.” It’s my only warning as Noah pulls out. I wince, but it’s not bad. I don’t feel sore, just satiated and happy. “Okay?”

“Sensitive.”

Noah grunts, spreading my legs. I feel embarrassed but it doesn’t last long with the look I’m getting. Slowly he pads his thumb around my swollen rim, carefully dipping inside.

“Be right back.” Noah gets up and I’m unable to move at all. When he comes back into the room I can’t help but take in his body. It’s beautiful, and the memory of what he just did to me will live inside my head forever.

Carefully, he wipes me down. Words are lost to me. All I can do is watch Noah, his shining green eyes and flushed cheeks. He just put his glasses on and his brown waves are a mess. Sensing me staring, Noah looks up with a smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.” I smile, my mind whirling so damn fast. So many thoughts whip around me. None of them matter. All that mattersare the hands on me now and the amazing man they belong to.

“You’re so beautiful, Jamie. So beautiful.” Getting up he throws the towel in the hamper before slipping into bed beside me, his arm draped over my chest. “Was it alright?”

Noah’s eyes slam into me. He’s my reward for every bad thing that’s ever happened to me and I’d suffer them all over again if it brought me here.

We kiss like that until we lose track of time.

I press my nose into his thick hair. That warm vanilla is like a trigger. My cock jerks as I breathe him in. “That was fucking incredible.” A proud grin spreads wide on Noah’s lips.

“You’re mine. Always.”

Something sour seeps into my mood but I try not to let it penetrate the bliss I feel. All I can do is hope for the best. Tomorrow I’ll let Noah in. Let him know my scars and trauma. I’ll tell him everything because Noah is a piece of me.

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