Page 29 of Splintered Hearts

Trying to form a coherent thought, I breathe heavily. I want this more than anything, but insecurity smacks me, making me soften a bit. Noah notices with a frown. The worst of my scars are on my chest and back—it would be okay. “We don’t have to.”

“No. I mean, yes. I mean.” Fuck I need to get a grip. “I just don’t want to take anything off completely.” That confuses him, but I’m not going to elaborate. It isn’t Noah’s business, and we probably won’t see each other after this. I don’t want to ruin it by letting Noah see... everything. Seeing his disgust would send me over the edge.

Noah looks behind him and then back to me. “We do this however you want, baby.”

Instead of pushing me, he agrees. That thought warms something in me; I don’t know why. Noah watches without breaking eye contact as his fingers slip inside to wrap around me and... fuuuck.

Fuckity fuck.

“Dripping.” Noah groans, giving my cock a squeeze.

I close my eyes, feeling him play with me under my sweats.I live here now. Right under, quite possibly, the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. “Jesus Christ,” I slur.

Noah chuckles gently, raining kisses down my neck as he strokes my desperate cock. There’s not much room, but he makes it feel like the best fucking thing in the world. It’s not enough to make me come, but enough to make me fucking crazy.

“Nice and thick,mmf.” The whisper makes me shiver, his voice low and soft. “Can I see it, Jamie?” My name sounds so good coming from his lips. I want to make him moan it, scream it, sob it out while I make him come. “Let me see this gorgeous cock.” He gives me a slow stroke, and my hips punch up into his hand. I’m on the edge after only a few touches.

“Feels so so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” Noah draws my earlobe between his teeth before kissing the side of my head. I love his weight on me, his lips kissing me. All of it just feels so damn good. Noah swipes his thumb over the head, dipping into my slit.

“Fuck—”

“You want to give me your dick? Make me moan?” Each husky word pushes me closer to the edge. Fuck, what would that be like? Sliding inside Noah’s tight ass. Watching him stretch around my cock.

“I’ve never—” Noah stills, looking down at me. “With a guy,” I rush out. “I’ve never hooked up with a guy.”

Noah’s fingers begin to slip out. “I don’t want to be an experiment.”

I catch his hand inside my pants, not letting him slip out more. “No. I just haven’t hooked up with a guy. I don’t give a shit about gender. Everyone knows, I don’t give a fuck. It’s just never happened.”

Noah calms slightly, and I wonder what past experience has made him so on edge about that. Later. Maybe. Probably not. After tonight I may not even see him again.

Noah kisses the tip of my nose. I like the gentle way he treats me. It isn’t what I expected at all. Most people look at my size and tattoos and make assumptions. I like this. “You’re so much fun to play with.” Noah laughs against my throat. “Can I please taste you now?” It takes my brain a second to register the words. “I won’t take your clothes off. I promise.”

That tugs something inside my chest. He’s waiting for my consent, but I can’t think, I can’t breathe. Maybe this is a bad idea. I’m grateful for the shower I took before this, but still, Noah is...

Perfect.

And I’m not—not in any way. “I’m nervous,” I admit, because for some reason, I know I can admit it and he won’t make fun of me.

“We don’t have to do anything.” Noah brushes kisses up my face, slipping his hand out of my pants. I miss it instantly. I don’t want this to stop. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

I do want it. So fucking bad. “I just want to keep my shirt on.”

“You don’t have to take anything off,” Noah purrs, kissing my jaw. “Relax, and let me do the magic.”

“Okay.” Kneeling between my legs, his eyes lock with mine as he mouths along my clothed dick. My gaze travels up to his shirt, riding up his body, and the thong he’s wearing pokes out of his low-rise pants.

Jesus.

He dips his dark blue fingernails into my pants, and I don’t have the balls to tell him I love the color on him—and the tiny hearts painted on his thumbs.

I want to draw him just like this.

Nerves ball in my throat, nearly flagging my erection. Noah pulls my sweats down just enough for my cock to slap against my stomach.

For an awkward moment, he stares at it, and insecurity beginsto chip away at the pleasure I feel. Maybe I should have shaved. How was I supposed to know the night would turn out like this? Fuck, I should have prepared more. I’m not small, not at all. That can’t be it. I’m insecure about a lot of shit, but my size isn’t one of them.

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