Page 177 of Splintered Hearts

Jamie cups my chin, turning my head to look at him. Our eyes lock, and I can safely say I’ve never seen a more beautiful man, inside or out. Jamie is everything I need and want. “If you want me to come, then fuck me and stop being a damn tease!”

Something hot and fierce flashes in those obsidian eyes. A wicked smirk forms on his lips. Sliding all the way in so his hips meet my ass, Jamie gives me everything. It’s brutal and rough. I can barely hold myself up.

So I submit.

Lying against the counter, I give him complete control. Jamie doesn’t slow, doesn’t stop, even when I start to sob. All of it,so damn good. Reaching between my legs I roll my balls in my hand. I just need to let go. “Fuck me!” With a grunt I push off the sink, bracing my hands on the counter, meeting him thrust for thrust. Our bodies collide, the sounds obscene. My legs shake, barely able to hold me up.

“Fuck. Fuck, Noah. Holy fuck—” Jamie stills as warmth fills me. Hips stuttering, he doesn’t let up, filling me with cum. Balls heavy, I push back, not letting my man breathe.

“Don’t you dare stop! Make me come.”

The dare in my eyes only ignites Jamie further. He slips from my ass, but I don’t have a moment to breathe as he lifts me up, turning to place me on our table. The same table we’ll be playing cards at in about fifteen minutes.

Without a moment to think Jamie cups under my knees, practically folding me in half and plunging his still-hard cock inside to the hilt. My back bows as Jamie fucks me—hard and dirty. Pushing my legs back farther he hits my prostate dead on with each rough thrust and I see stars. “You better fucking come, or all our friends will see you like this.” Jamie growls.

Grabbing my cock, I fist myself fast. “Almost—”

“Or is that what you want? You want all our friends to see how desperate you are for my cock?” Nodding fast, my vision blanks, stars bursting in the corner. I feel too much. Pleasure makes me sensitive, my orgasm right there. “You want them to see how beautiful you look right now? My cock deep inside you, lips red, eyes glassy, cock leaking and needy.”

“Jamie.”

“That’s right. Come on.” Pulsating in my palm it nearly hurts as my climax doesn’t just crash, it obliterates me, coming in thick spurts across Jamie’s black T-shirt. My legs shake violently, Jamie’s hands barely able to hold me down. The pleasure is so intense it nearly crosses into pain, splitting me apart, but Jamie’s hands keep me together as I come down.

“Jesus—” I sag against the table looking up at the ceiling. “I’m dead.”

Leaning over me, Jamie smiles, so proud, and smacks my ass. “Well, get undead. We have games to play.” I try to get up but Jamie pushes me back down. “Wait! Stay there.” He leaves and I don’t have the energy to move. God forbid Mark and Hunter—or worse, Cam or Bo—walk in right now and see me spread-eagle on the table, cum probably dripping out of my ass.

Returning a moment later, Jamie’s wide grin hits me square in the feels. I like how he’s no longer embarrassed and has become quite the little pervert with my training and guidance.

“What are you doing—” Grunting at Jamie’s fingers, I feel them slide inside my sloppy hole. Looking down between my legs I jolt, feeling cool metal slide inside me.

Oh, we’re being extra dirty tonight. Noted.

He helps me up and I moan as the little plug rocks against my sensitive walls. “There.” Proud of himself, Jamie wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses me. “Thinking about my cum inside you all night. Be prepared later. I want a round two.”

Slipping my hand inside the front of the sweats Jamie just slipped on, I touch his cock. “We’ll see. Maybe it’s going to be you bent over the couch takingmydick.”

Smiling wider, Jamie leans in and kisses me. Everything melts away the second our lips touch. “Mischievous little fox.” Smiling against my lips his tongue plunges inside, his spent cock perking up.

The front door opens.

“Fuck!”

“Spare clothes in the bathroom, go!” Hopping down, I go to run off before Jamie tugs me back against his body. “I love you, little pervert.”

“Says the man turning a simple chore into sex torture.”

“Hmm. I like that. All chores going forward will be done thisway.” I laugh looking at the light in his eyes. Light I like to think I had a hand in.

“You both better be clothed!” Mark yells from the living room.

“Go!” Jamie grins, letting me go to hurry and change.

Fuck, I love my life.

“This isn’t Picasso, just doodle!”

“If you keep rushing me we’ll never—”

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