Page 194 of Finding Delaware

The words stick in my throat and I cough around them, unsure of what’s come over me. It’s been three years, and it’s not like I didn’t mourn—if you can call it a month-long bender and then three months of forced sobriety mourning. I’m fine. I’ve moved past it. And I lived here after I got out of jail, for fuck’s sake. It’s not like I didn’t see the evidence of the abuse day in and day out. But something about being here with Huck, having him see it for the first time, see me…

“My mom called me a compulsive liar,” I blurt out, my voice cracking to my horror. We gaze at one another for a few moments. When my jaw quivers, I clamp down on my molars, and the shock on his face quickly hardens.

“She doesn’t know you like I do,” he says firmly, pulling me into his arms again. “You didn’t need to bring me here to prove anything, baby. Those that matter know the truth.”

His words settle something deep inside of me, easing an anxiety I didn’t know was building until this moment. Emotion tightens my chest, skipping a heartbeat, and I force a chuckle to hide the relief washing over me.

“But if we didn’t stop by, Al Capoon would still be living on the sofa.”

His lips twitch. “Capoon?”

“Yeah, tried to mix Capone and raccoon, but that just sounds dirty, huh?”

“You’re ridiculous.” Our lips find each other, and he gently pushes me against the wall.

“You know...we could always replace the bad memories with new ones. Better ones.”

“Yeah?” I’m suddenly breathless. The hard lines of his body press into mine, and the scent of his aftershave floods my senses. “What did you have in mind?”

“Hmm...” He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, sending a jolt of heat straight to my groin. “I have a lot of things in mind, but what do you need, Taylor?”

“I...” The feeling of his cock rutting against mine short-circuits my brain, a hiss rolling off my tongue when he pinches a nipple over my shirt. “I just need you.”

Always. Forever. In every way.

He growls softly, kneading my welted cheeks. “Is your asshole sore?”

I clench it and wince. “I’ll be okay.”

Fuck, I want him. I don’t even care how much it hurts.

“Nope, not happening. You need to heal.” He nibbles on my bottom lip when I pout before dropping to his knees and reaching for the button on my jeans.

“Huck, this place is filthy.”

“Maybe I like it filthy. Already fucked you in a bar bathroom. How much worse could this be?”

“Considering that bathroom probably gets mopped way more often than–” I’m cut off by a sharp inhale when he takes my semi-hard dick in his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip until I’m rock solid. “God, you’re so good at that.”

He gives me his all, letting the spit drip off his chin while swallowing around my shaft, but I don’t want to be the only one feeling this way. Want to touch him, feel him inside me.

“Come on.” Pulling him to his feet, I tug him toward my room, shoving him backwards onto my old bed. He bounces with a grunt, dark eyes glittering when I quickly shed my clothes and practically tear his off. Once we’re both naked, I climb on top, spinning around so that my ass is in his face while his cock juts up toward my lips.

“Mm, what a view.” Huck flicks his tongue out, licking a wet-hot line from my balls up to my tender hole. “I love the way your pretty ass gapes for me, baby. All sloppy and used, with my cum still dripping out of you.”

I groan as I take him to the back of my throat, immediately gagging but loving every second of it. Ever since that night in the shower in Cali, Huck’s been obsessed with rimming me, and I’m not complaining. Never thought I’d enjoy getting my ass eaten, but apparently, I love everything he does to me.

Gently, almost reverently, he circles and prods my hole, occasionally breaching it with his tongue in a way that feelstoo fucking good. My cock slides between our writhing bodies, slick with precum, as I ride his face, and he thrusts into my mouth. Feeling a little brave, I take his sac in my hand, lifting it to massage a finger against his taint, causing him to gasp sharply.

His orgasm comes quick and unexpected, flooding my mouth with so much cum that it drips from the corners of my lips, his loud moans sending me free-falling into my own release. I unload between us, a sticky mess coating our abs, as I continue to suck and wring him completely dry.

Afterward, we lick each other clean before collapsing side by side, my muscles aching but content. As he catches his breath, Huck’s head rolls sideways to gaze at me, brows raised, curls disheveled in a way I love.

“Where did you learn that little trick?” he breathes, dark eyes narrowing. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

A hoarse laugh bursts from my throat as I close my eyes, grinning smugly. “You’re supposed to be the gay one. I did research.”

“Research?”

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