Page 114 of Finding Delaware

And I’d been so mad about it, too.

The sight of a woman on her knees with her tits out used to get me going, but all I wanted was a pair of strong arms and sinfully dark brown eyes.

He studies me momentarily, almost pouting, before brushing his lips over my jaw. “I wasn’t on a date with Royce. He’s taken, we’re just friends.” Leaning his forehead against mine, we breathe each other in, noses touching. “I can’t get you out of my head, Taylor. I haven’t been able to for four years.”

My tongue darts out to wet my lips, flicking his in the process. “Are we doing this, then?”

“Doing what?”

I pause. “Us.”

My pulse quickens, the blood in my veins near boiling from the heat in his gaze as he looks at me. I know he wants this. I can feel it in the possessive way his fingers tighten on my hips, see it in the desire and need crossing his features. He likes the idea of it, of having me. Owning me. Even though I’ve beenhis from the start. And I want him, too. God, I want him. More than I’ve ever wanted anything, even motocross.

His eyes shutter, head dropping to hide himself. “Ask me again in the morning.”

And then he’s lowering himself down my body, placing kisses on my neck, all over my chest, running his tongue over both nipples until I’m a moaning mess beneath him, fingers in his hair. He even lightly kisses my abs, laughing when I twitch and squirm. His teeth sink into my hip, biting and sucking as he rubs my length over the material of my briefs until I can’t stand it.

Hooking my thumbs into the waistband, I lift off the bed enough to push my jeans down past my ass. When my hard cock springs free, slapping against my lower stomach, his eyes go nearly black.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, voice thick, and I grin up at him as I take my length in my hands.

“Can’t say I see the resemblance.”

He watches me stroke myself for a moment, adjusting himself while his eyes run all over my body. “Fuck, Taylor. The pink hair, the tats, that cock...you’re such a fucking dream.”

His mouth practically waters at the sight of me, and it spurs me on. Sure, I’ve been called hot before by plenty of women. I know I’m attractive; I use it to my advantage any chance I get, but the sound of praise coming from Huck’s lips is unlike anything else.

“Yeah? You like my cock?” I glance at him from under my lashes, biting my lip while I work myself, melting underhis gaze.

A deep, desperate groan rumbles from his chest, watching me as he rubs himself over his pants. “I’ve been dying for it.”

Fucking hell.

“Come get it, then.” My lips curve into a challenging smirk.

Flames blaze in his eyes, burning bright, and when his fingers wrap around my length, I feel like I’ll spontaneously combust. He jerks me from base to tip, swiping his thumb over the bead of precum on my slit before rubbing it into that sensitive spot beneath my crown, and I swear I see stars. His gaze holds mine as he slowly lowers, curls falling over his brow, stealing my breath when the flat of his tongue drags along the underside of my shaft, swirling around the tip. As his lips close around it, sucking me into his mouth, something between a whimper and a moan leaves me at the sight of him, at the warmth and softness as he takes me all the way to the back of his throat.

“Goddamn, Huck.” I tangle my fingers into his curls, teeth working my lip to keep myself from getting too loud. “You look fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.”

It’s everything I ever imagined, all those nights I pictured this scene playing out. He’s making me feel so fucking good with his tongue that I’m thrusting my hips, abs clenching when he smiles and hollows his cheeks, deep-throating me again before popping off with a groan.

“You taste so good.” His arm slips down as he palms himself, and I know the constraints of his jeans must be painful.

“Hey.” Pulling him up to me, I steal a kiss. “Take it out, Huck. I want you to feel good, too.”

Shaking his head, he nibbles on my lower lip while he continues to work me with his hand. “This isn’t about me, Tay. I...I took it all last time. I just want to touch you.”

I rear back with a frown. “We aren’t doing that anymore. It’s giveandtake, not giveortake.”

Huck still looks uncertain, shuttering his eyes to watch himself jerk my cock, so I grip his chin between two fingers and force his face back up to mine. “I’m not gonna make you if you don’t want to, but...I need you to feel this with me, baby. Please.”

His gaze searches mine for a moment, bouncing between my eyes and mouth before he nods. “Okay. Then I have an idea.”

While his hand still works me into a frenzy, he kisses me senselessly for a bit, exploring every inch of my mouth with his tongue. Biting, sucking, robbing me of breath until I’m a trembling puddle beneath him, and then he leans back to undo his belt buckle and jeans. In the absence of his hand, I grip myself, stroking up and around the crown as I watch him pull down his Calvin Klein’s and free his cock.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I moan, mouth watering at the sight of his hard length standing at attention for me, abs clenching. I remember the taste of it on my tongue, down my throat, and I want it again. But before I can get my mouth on him, Huckslee bats my hand away from my dick before lining it up with his own. He spits into his palm and then wraps his strong fingers around the both of us, stroking our cocks from root to tip in firm languid tugs that have me short-circuiting as I nearly come from the sensation.

God, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The feeling of us pressed together, the sight of precum dripping from his tip onto my own as he works us, the scent of his aftershave, and the moans coming out of his mouth as he leans down to bite onto my shoulder. It’s too much, too many senses overloaded, every nerve in my body firing off at once as I thrust my hips to meet his pace. It feels like I’m levitating, vibrating so hard that if it weren’t for Huckslee holding me in place, I’d lift through the fucking ceiling and disappear.

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