Page 48 of Splintered Hearts

“I do.”

“You want to fuck me with your tongue? Are you a pleaser, Jamie?”

“I love it.”

“I’d sit on your face while I suck that beautiful dick again.” Jamie’s breathing strains. “That tongue piercing would feel so good playing with my hole.”

“Noah—”

“Yeah... fuck, I’m getting there too.” I groan as precum spills down my fist. Moving my left leg over the backrest of the couch, I widen my legs, giving myself more room. Fitting the phone between my ear and shoulder, I cup my balls. “I want you to—so bad.”

“I don’t think I’d be good at it.”

“Well, you said you weren’t good at dirty talk, but you’re doing so well for me.”

“I am?”

“You should see how wet I am.” Stroking myself faster, I have half a mind to ask Jamie to video call, but I don’t want to push, knowing how nervous he is just doing this. It seems as though Jamie’s relaxed, if the soft moans on the other line tell me anything.

“I want to taste you.”

Groaning, I pump myself faster. “Are you stroking that big dick right now? I’m thinking about it dripping down my throat.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

“I want you inside me. Fucking me slow. Owning me. I’d let you come deep inside me. I want it so bad. Want you to fill me up. I’d wear one of your shirts and let you drip down my thighs.”

I’m rewarded with a strangled moan. “I bet you’re so tight.” That makes me smile. Not just the imagery of it all, but Jamie relaxing. This man just needs some coaxing. Just a little push to bloom for me.

“I’m so empty. I want you to fill me up until I can’t take any more.”

“Noah—”

“I’d ride that pretty dick. I’d have you shaking.”

“Noah I’m . . . fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Give me your cum.”

“I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck. Me too.” My thighs shake, and pleasure crawls up my spine. Phone tucked between my ear and shoulder, I stroke faster. “Jamie—”

Jamie groans and it’s pure music, sending me over the edge. “Feels so...” The moans that follow are pure sin, making me spill into my fist with Jamie’s name and a cry leaving my lips.

I try to find ground. Find earth. Head still up in space, I slump against the couch, my phone falling onto the floor before I quickly grab it back up. “Sorry. Dropped you.” Jamie laughs. “I uh, need to clean up.”

A warm chuckle sounds and it makes me smile. “Same.”

“That was—”

“Yeah.”

Some of the fog starts to clear from my mind as I remember where I am and whose blankets I just came on. Not my security blanket, though, thank god.

“Um—”

“I’m tired,” Jamie says softly. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

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