Page 28 of Splintered Hearts

When I was nineteen, Luci took me to a ballet. Watching the lead ballerina on stage I could feel her anger. She was brutal perfection, her movements calculated and precise, but I saw her face.

I felt it. She was miserable.

It had struck me hard. I wasn’t sure why. Then I went home that night and drew her. It was like Noah could feel her anger on the page too. Watching his emotions change with each drawing was magic.

And I’m going to kiss him.

Without overthinking, I lean down.

Fuck.

Noah smells sweet and warm, like vanilla. For a moment, we just touch lips—not moving, maybe afraid to move—my fingers still twisted in the soft sleeves of that sweater he’s wearing.

Breaking the non-kiss, he looks up at me. So beautiful. Noah’s tongue pokes out, swiping the seam of his lips. I follow the movement. I harden instantly, wanting to adjust myself. “Is thatit?”

“Wha . . . what?”

“Are we done kissing?”

“Do... do you want us to be?” Was it bad? Fuck, it was terrible, right? I haven’t kissed another person in years. Of course it was terrible.

Noah searches my eyes, and fuck, I want to know what he sees that makes a smile split wide on his beautiful face. “Come here, Jamie.” His hands slide over my chest before gripping my shirt, pulling me down. I’m stunned. Then I moan. Noah kisses me twice as hard. Backing him up, I crowd him inside my arms. His hands go to my back.

Reality slaps me.

“What’s wrong?”

I don’t want to pull away, but... “Just keep them outside my shirt, okay? Please.” I’m not going to ruin the moment. I want this, but I couldn’t take his disgust. Although I wonder if he can feel them through my shirt. Fuck, I wish I’d kept the hoodie on.

“Of course.” His hands slip from my back only to grab my shirt, pulling me back down to him, and I push my tongue back inside his mouth. Noah makes a soft noise as I slide my barbell across his tongue. Wicked things come to mind as I picture what I could do with this piercing if Noah allowed it. Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve been touched, let alone kissed anyone, but I can’t for the life of me remember it being this good.

Ever.

Sin and honey. So sweet. Breathing becomes a chore. All I want is more. More of his taste, those sounds, his soft, pouty fucking mouth. I thought kissing him would douse the fire inside me. I was wrong. So, so wrong.

My hands travel tentatively down his back before I go for it, grabbing his ass. Noah moans against my lips, pressing tighter to me. “Go ahead.”

“Hold on to me.”

It’s the only warning I give before cupping the back of his knees and lifting him up. Noah’s arms wrap around my neck, his legs wrap around my waist. His fingers find my hair. Moving to my bed, my back aches, but pure adrenaline and lust are a better painkiller than most things.

I lay Noah down on the bed and he lifts his hips, rubbing against my cock, then pulls me back down and kisses down my throat. This doesn’t feel real, but fuck if it doesn’t feel like heaven.

His teeth scrape the tattoo on my neck—an outlined flower. “I want to lick and kiss every single one of these.” His words take a moment to sink in.

My arms cage Noah between them, and I feel my shirt slip up a bit, making me freeze. “Can we switch?” At least then my shirt won’t ride up.

“Say less.” Noah gets up, gently pushing me against the bed. Straddling my hips, he seats himself on my cock, leaning down to kiss me. If I thought I was in control before, I was dead wrong. Noah commands my attention, taking my lips as if he fucking owns me—kissing, licking, sucking on my tongue, while he slowly grinds his hips on my erection.

This is the first time I’ve ever really kissed a man. Hunter doesn’t count. That had felt clinical in a way that was terrible. This... this is... fuck, this is insane. Noah is just as soft and sweet as any girl I’ve been with. It feels different, but in the best way possible. This is so far from any fantasy I could have come up with. What would it be like to have him naked and writhing, with my head between his thighs? Sucking his cock. Listening to more of those sweet noises he’s making.

I deepen the kiss, licking into his mouth, my breath hitching every time our cocks slide together. If he keeps going I’ll come. It’s been so long since another person’s body made me feel thisgood, and most of the time, doing it myself isn’t worth the effort. Noah whimpers. “Do you taste this good everywhere?” Each place his fingers touch tingle. Those hands travel down, and down.

This naughty boy will be the death of me.

His hands rest at the band of my pants before flattening over the very prominent bulge inside my sweats. “Mmm, hello there.” He pulls back to look at me, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s waiting for me to tell him to stop. I don’t. Don’t think I could. His palm smooths over the ridge and my mind short-circuits. Noah’s tongue darts over his bottom lip and he gives me another slight squeeze. My eyes flutter shut. Fuck, it feels so good. “Can I?”

Fuck, at this moment, he can do anything.

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