Page 115 of Finding Delaware

My fingers dig into his arms so hard that I’m probably leaving bruises, but it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve left my marks on him. When he takes my lobe in between his teeth at the same time his free hand comes up to pinch my nipple, I’m fucking gone.

Obliterated.

Imploding as my warm cum shoots onto my chest and neck, coming so hard I have to stuff my knuckles into my mouth and bite down, strangled whines clawing up my throat.

“Holy fucking shit.” Huckslee’s release follows, his own cum spilling over my cock and dripping onto my abs in the sexiest waterfall I’ve ever seen. It coats his fingers, and he spreads the sticky mess over both of us, stroking us through our orgasms until we’re wrung completely dry.

Releasing our dicks, he places a long kiss on my lips before falling over, collapsing next to me in a heap of groans. We both lie still for a second, trying to catch our breaths. A sated sigh leaves me, eyes falling closed.

I feel lighter than air and yet anchored at the same time by Huck’s body pressed into my side. Warmth blooms in my chest, spreading down into my ribs, like a sense of rightnesssettling over my bones. When I open my eyes and turn to look at Huck, I find his lidded gaze already on me, a lopsided grin pulling at his mouth.

“What’s that look for?” I smile back, moving closer for a kiss, needing to share his air.

He chuckles as he shakes his head, rubbing our lips together. “Christian was definitely right. You come loudly.”

“Fuck off.” A laugh bursts out of me as I study myself with raised brows. “I’ve never come that hard in my life.”

Following my line of vision, his eyes darken as he takes in our mess of cum covering my body. The mattress shifts when he lifts to his knees, leg coming over my hips to straddle me, and I watch curiously as he leans down toward me.

His glittering gaze meets mine before his tongue darts out, running a line in the mess from my abs up to my chest. The tickling sensation doesn’t even register as he brings his dripping tongue to my lips, which are already parted, and fills my mouth with our mixed tastes. The action is so unexpectedly filthy coming from Huckslee that a moan wrenches out of me, my cock nearly standing at full attention again as I suck on his tongue, swallowing every last salty drop like it’s capable of sustaining me.

He breaks away to dip his head again, and then he fuckinglicks me clean. Every ounce of cum on my neck, chest and stomach. Laps it up like it’s fucking delicious, and by the time he’s done, my cock is jutting toward my belly button again, loud and proud. His wicked grin flashes before he’s sucking me into his mouth once more.

“Mhmfuuck.” I huff a surprised moan, running my fingers through his hair, and I’m so keyed up that it doesn’t takelong before I’m spilling my load a second time, only down his throat. He smacks his lips when he’s done, taking in my wide, astonished expression with a bashful smile.

“I like cum,” he shrugs, crawling up the bed to flop down beside me. “So what?”

“That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me.” Grabbing the back of his neck, I pull him in for a sloppy kiss. “Like, ever. Jesus fuck, Huckslee.”

A chuckle vibrates his chest before he throws an arm over me and settles in, face buried into the side of my neck. My fingers trail down his bicep, tracing the hard muscles, and I tap the tattoo covering the scar on his arm that says ‘Break The Glass.’

“I’ve been wondering about this.”

“I got it when I first got to California,” he answers after a quiet moment. “It’s a quote from a Jelly Roll song, but I liked the meaning behind it. Essentially, the mirror is a barrier between our past and future. You can let it stop you from moving forward or break the glass.”

Hmm. I like that.

For a long while, we just lay in each other’s silence. Baby Bones is somewhere in the room making noise, chewing on something, or playing with one of her toys. Combined with Huck’s breath, the sound has my heavy lids sliding shut.

Fuck, I’m tired. It’s gotta be close to five or six in the morning at this point. Sleep is on the horizon, but Huck’s lips move against my throat just before I doze off.

“What does this mean?” He murmurs, tracing a finger over the outline inked on my left peck.

“Uh,” I cough a nervous laugh, suddenly wide awake. “You really need to study geography, Huck.”

He goes still, eyelashes fluttering against my neck as he blinks. Rising up on an elbow, he squints down at me. “Did you seriously get the shape of Delaware tattooed on you?”

“Yep.” My teeth sink into my lip as I fight a sheepish grin. “Right over my heart.”

Those dark eyes widen as he slightly rears back, breath catching, and my stomach drops.

Shit. He hates it. It’s so stupid. I should have lied and told him it was just a blank spot I was saving for something, like Lasagna’s name or a tattoo for BB. Why did I say anything-

A crushing kiss drowns out every negative thought, his mouth on mine shredding every doubt. Our tongues intertwine, dancing as he gently palms my throat. It’s not a kiss filled with heat or lust, but one of passion, tinged with desperation, filled with regret, and all the words we never got to say.

When we finally part, exhausted and out of breath, he places a quick kiss on my peck before pushing me onto my side. “Turn over. I want to hold you.”

Strong limbs encage me, pressing my back to his chest and enveloping me in a safety that feels foreign yet familiar. His lips rest against the back of my neck, breaths stirring my hair until they even out, and that’s how we fall asleep.

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