Page 122 of Finding Delaware

He sighs heavily. “I thought we got past this?”

“Not just the times I choked you and punched your face, but the cabin, Taylor. I...I violated you.”

“Youwhat?!” His sudden shout causes me to pull the phone away from my ear with a flinch. “Huckslee, hold the fuck up, what are you even talking about?”

Swallowing hard, I cover my eyes. “I forced you to get on your knees and take my dick down your throat.”

He pauses, my heart pounding in my chest, and then he groans in disbelief. “Huck, Iwantedto get on my knees for you. I wanted your dick in my mouth.”

“But not like that,” I whisper, feeling ashamed at the way I restrained him and pinned him against the counter, “not for your first time. I let this anger inside of me poison something that should have been good for you. I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Huckslee, listen to me very carefully. Iwantedit. I liked it. Was it rougher than I expected, and could I have used some aftercare? Fuck yeah. But it...it wasn’t what you’re making it out to be, okay? So stop that line of thinking.”

Not likely, but I mumble a weak‘ok’and blink away the tears of shame. He might not feel the way I do, but I still twisted an experience for him into something ugly. It shouldn’t have happened that way.

“Hey,” he breathes softly in my ear, “I can hear the doubts in your head over the phone. I’m telling you, baby, it’s alright. Listen to the words I’m saying.”

My breath catches, warmth flooding my chest. “Okay. I am, I’m listening.”

“We need to break this cycle, Huck. The running and hiding and keeping shit inside. It’s not healthy. Next time you feel this way, you need to talk to me about it.”

“I will,” I promise earnestly, hope lighting up the darkness in my head now that he sounds less mad at me. “I swear.”

“Good. And I know how I can make you feel better.”

“Yeah? How?”

He laughs low, a sultry sound that sends a tingle to my balls. “We’re going to rewrite the scene. Change it.”

“Change it?”

“Yeah.” Fabric rustles in the background as he swallows. “Like, hypothetically speaking, if we could go back and redo that night, what would you do?”

“Hmm.” Heart thumping, I close my eyes as I think about it. “Well, first, I’d let you kiss me after your snowman fell apart.”

“Still pissed about that,” he whines. “The snowman and the kiss part. You looked cute.”

“And then I’d take you upstairs, peel off your clothes, and kiss every inch of your body.”

He hums, “mm-hmm, that’s a good start.”

“I’d have you suck on my fingers, get your mouth all wet and dripping for me. And then I’d slowly feed you my cock.”

A breathy moan comes from his side. “I want to taste you again so bad,Huck.”

Goddamn.

“Yeah?” I’m fully hard now, undoing my jeans to pull myself out and give my shaft a long, slow tug.

“Yeah. I liked the way it felt when your cum slid down my throat.”

“Fuck, baby, I wish you were sucking on me right now.”

He whimpers like he did when I first wrapped my hands around him, and God, it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. Jerking myself from base to tip, I ask, “are you playing with your cock, Tay?”

“Just a little. Can’t help it. You make me fucking horny.”

Groaning and regretting my choice of not having Logan take me to Taylor's apartment, I spit into my palm, getting it nice and wet. “You know what I can’t stop thinking about?”

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