Page 176 of Splintered Hearts

“Ah, fuck, yes. There. Right there.” I lose his fingers. “Come on!”

“What. Did. We. Learn.”

Heat prickles my chest. I swallow hard and grab another plate. “Soap is not soap.”

A soft rumble vibrates the back of my neck. Jamie straightens, though, his dominant façade back in place. “We learned that trying to get out of your chores only gets you punished.” Jamie releases my hair, his fingers still working inside me at an agonizingly slow pace. “Now finish the dishes.” He smacks my ass and stabs that spot at the same time. My body lights up like a fucking firework.

With shaky hands I grab a bowl, trying like hell to focus around the pleasure humming through every nerve and vein. I finally gain my bearings just as my evil-as-fuck boyfriend drops back down to his knees.

Grabbing my cheeks, he spreads them, before diving between and feasting on me. The plate slips from my fingers as Jamie’swarm, wet tongue shocks me with the cool metal of his piercing.

Licking, sucking, spearing me open. I moan, trying like hell to just finish this bullshit. My cock is making a mess on the kitchen floor. “Oh, god.”

Ignoring me, he eats me out with the slow indulgence I’ve come to know. Somehow, I finish the last few dishes while the hottest man alive makes a meal out of my ass. “Jamie fu-fuck.” He drags that piercing along my rim and I want to cry or scream. Maybe a mixture of both.

“Fuck, you taste so damn good.”

“Jamie, more fu—ah!”

Biting my ass cheek he kisses over the sharp sting. “Finish.” I get a slap on the ass. Fine! Listening, like the good boy I am, I finish up, fighting the urge to grab Jamie by the hair and demand he fuck me.

Rinsing the last bowl, I cry in relief. Why had there been so many fucking dishes?! I swear he dirtied extra just to be a dick, knowing it was my night to wash.

In the months we’ve been together we worked out a chore schedule. It works amazingly when someone isn’t getting rimmed like their ass is the finest dessert. “I’m done.” Sagging with relief, I crane my neck, looking behind.

Jamie’s tongue slips from my ass, running up my crack before kissing the base of my spine. Standing, he covers me, and fuck, I love his heat. I love the smell of him, and the solid way he crowds my body as if nothing bad could ever touch me. “What do you want, little fox?”

He nips my ear and I push my ass back, the invitation more than clear. Jamie chuckles, slapping his cock against my ass. Still hard as a rock. Today seems like a good day. Things have been so much better since he started physical therapy on top of online therapy. It’s been slow, and some days are brutal, but the improvement is recognizable. Jamie doesn’t have to defaultto medicine every night and uses it sparingly. While he smokes occasionally, it’s always for fun and never out of necessity.

Things are still hard, and Jamie’s still putting the work in, but he’s trying, and that’s the best thing to see. Jamie is really putting in the effort because I’m worth it. Being with me is worth everything to him. It still feels surreal sometimes, having someone with me. Someone who loves me and craves me as much as I crave them.

And fuck, does Jamie crave.

Leaning over me, he opens our spice cabinet, grabbing the emergency bottle of lube. Slicking his cock up he bends me over, slapping the broad head against my hole. I nearly bounce on my toes, I’m so damn eager. “This is not going to take long,” I warn.

I’m so pent up, the slightest breeze will make me come. “All washed?” I nod. “Sinks rinsed?” I nod faster and whimper, wiggling my ass. “So greedy—” He chuckles.

“Please—” His cock presses to my hole, lighting up a thousand stars inside me. They burst, and I burn with an intensity that makes the most debauched noises slip from my lips. I bear down, taking him deeper, reveling in every inch as he stretches me open.

“Oh, fuuuuck, yes.” Jamie groans.

Grabbing my thigh, he lifts it so my knee is resting on the counter, spreading me open. Jamie fills me, slowly, because it’s been about a week. I love that he’s careful but I just need it. I push back, fitting him all the way and taking my first real breath as Jamie’s thighs meet my ass. I’m full. Stretched to the max. I love every fucking moment.

Jamie leans in, his nose grazing my neck. “Paradise, baby.” Slowly he withdraws, then fucks me slow, making me lose my mind.

Then he snaps.

Pulling back, Jamie slams in. Hard. I cry, gripping thecounter. My slippery hands nearly make me fall against its surface. “Oh, baby.” He fucks me harder and I know it’s almost over. I know the signs. Know when Jamie is just on the edge. I know his body as well as if it were my own. It took me too long to do those fucking dishes and Jamie’s been edging me the entire time.

“How do you want to come?”

“Inside me. Inside me, now. I need it. I’m close.” I turn my head, connecting our lips as Jamie leans down. He’s gloriously naked, his body heat seeping into my skin.

“Hurry. They’ll be here soon.” Eying the time, I know we have about twenty minutes. Thankfully, everything else is set up and our friends are always notoriously late to game nights.

Tonight’s going to be different, though. It should be fun. I have a feeling that with a little push, Camden and Jamie will get along. Brianna’s working on a small film that she began filming last month, and Xavi has to work tonight. Of course Mark and Hunter are coming. Their relationship is stronger than ever and I’m slowly learning my place with them. I feel bad for making Hunter feel like he came second. That was never my intention and I did struggle with boundaries.

Still.I’m still struggling.

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