Page 30 of Splintered Hearts

“What’s wrong?”

“Sorry.” He laughs, which okay, does not make me feel good one fucking bit. Who laughs? Before I can grab my sweats back up, Noah grabs my cock. “So fucking gorgeous.” He pumps me slowly as I watch precum pearl at my slit and roll down my cock. “How long has it been?”

“What?”

“Are you clean?”

It takes me a moment to understand before it hits me. “Oh, yeah... I haven’t... it’s been a while,” I admit, taking a deep breath. “Years.”

“Years?”

I nod.

“Well, let me fix that.” Noah leans in, swirling his tongue along the tip—holy fuck—and gives me another lick. I already know this won’t take long. “Tastes so good.” Time fucking stops. His green eyes shimmer with emotion that knocks something free inside me.

I want to commit him to memory—those plump lips grazing my cock, licking, savoring, driving me insane. Noah’s barely started and I’m going to lose it. “Perfect.”

I swallow, watching his wicked mouth take my cock to the back of his throat. Noah swallows around my length, and I swear I black out. I’ve never had someone savor me like this. Noah hums, or maybe moans on my length, the vibrations making my back arch, and I twist my fingers into the comforter. Noah pushes me closer to the edge with very, very little effort.

I can’t stop watching him. Lust drips from those emerald eyes.Something tightens in my gut while I watch, and I have to look away, focusing on his hand working me in tandem with his lips, and not those piercing eyes that set my chest on fire.

Cupping my pec, I flick my thumb over my pierced nipple. A shot of pure heat clenches my stomach—tightens my balls. I can’t resist sliding my other hand into his hair. I need to touch him. His curls feel just as soft between my fingers as I thought they would. My hips stutter. Fuck. My eyes can’t stay away for long and our gaze meets as Noah sucks harder. I’m reaching my end, embarrassingly fast. “Noah—” One slow drag of his tongue over my balls and up my shaft has the most obscene noise leaving me. Precum gushes from my head, shiny with spit and my liquid.

Doubling down, he gives me everything I need, cupping my balls and milking me toward orgasm. Watching my cock slide between those perfectly swollen lips, gloss smearing along my cock, pushes me over the edge. “I’m close—”

Clutching my side, I tremble. Fuck, I’m going to come. My body hums. Fuck, this... this feels... fuck, this feels so good. “Noah. Noah, I’m—”

My eyes slam shut and I groan with zero shame as Noah drinks me down, swallowing around my cock. The pleasure is hotter than anything I’ve ever felt. Still twitching slightly, I open my eyes, looking down at the gorgeous grin stretching Noah’s face. His eyes are watery, lips swollen and red. They’re slick with spit and cum leaking down the corner of his mouth. His pink tongue flicks out, licking up my release, and he moans. He’d sucked me, but he looks fucked out too. “Did you swallow?”

Noah nods, before leaning in and kissing my softening member, my balls, and my hip bone. His movements are languid, like a cat stretching after a nap. “Tastes so good.” Kissing my dick one last time, he gets up, allowing me to pull my sweats back on. His hands brace on my chest. My heart lodgesin my fucking throat. “Wanna taste?” He leans down, kissing the side of my face. “Open up.”

My brain tries to catch up as he slips his tongue into my mouth. I flinch slightly with the first taste but quickly relax. It feels dirty, and wonderful somehow. It’s not at all what I expected it to taste like. It’s sloppy and messy, and fuck, I can’t get enough. Wrapping my arms around his body, I have to know what he tastes like.

Ignoring the pain in my back, I swing my legs over the bed, lifting him up, walking over and placing him on my dresser. “I like kissing you.” I cup him between his thighs and Noah whimpers into my mouth. He feels like a nice handful and I want to taste him so fucking bad. “So hard.” Noah’s fingers dip back inside my sweats, sliding over my ass, squeezing and pulling me closer. My cock gives a pathetic jerk, trying to rally.

Eye level with my neck, Noah kisses and licks. I want a taste. I need it. I want to bury my face between his thighs and lick him till he comes. “I want to bury my face between your thighs and—”

My door bangs open.

We both freeze, my palm rubbing flatly over his straining cock. “For fuck’s sake, Noah.” The man in question pushes me back, gently getting off my dresser as Mark growls at him. “Really! Do you even try to listen to me?”

“I listen! I just also ignore.”

“What’s with the yell—” Hunter comes to the doorway, and while I am thankfully tucked back inside my pants, the evidence is there in Noah’s swollen lips and my sweats, damp in a very obvious area. “Dammit.” Noah eyes me a moment and I nearly smile at the gleam in his eye.

Mischievous little fox.

“Save it. Both of you. I’m an adult. I can make adult choices.” Noah shakes his head, looking at me. “Sorry.” Straightening up, all the good feelings from a second ago vanish.

Now I’m pissed.

“It’s my room. Knock before coming in here!” Mark’s the last person who should have opened my door like that.

“He’s my friend!” Mark snaps back.

“He came in here! I think he can make his own choices.” I’ve had enough of this—enough of Mark. Why is he treating Noah like a child?

“Not any good ones.”

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