Page 123 of Finding Delaware

“Hmm?”

“Remember that night in the cabin when we shared a bed?”

There’s a pause. “You want to have a foursome with Salem and Logan?”

The seriousness of his tone makes a laugh burst out of me. “No. Salem is not my type, and Logan is like my brother. That’d be weird.”

“Good to know,” he chuckles, “cuz I don’t want to share you.”

My heart wrenches at that. “What I can’t stop thinking about is when Salem mentioned in that hypothetically fucked up scenario that I’d be fucking you.”

His breath catches and then quickens. “I’ve been thinking about that, too.”

Oh, fuck. My cock is heavy in my hand as I pump myself, imagining Taylor bent over for me. “Does it turn you on?”

“Fuck, yes,” he moans. “God, it makes me so fucking hard.”

“Can Iask you something? When you did anal before...did you like it?”

A soft laugh reaches me through the phone. “Yeah. From what I remember, anyway. It was one time with Salem, and we were drunk.”

Damn, so it’s been over two years since he’s done it? And only once?

“I’d make you feel good, baby.” I let go of my cock to massage my aching balls. “I’d go slow. Play with you until you’re ready.”

He doesn’t answer, but I can tell from his noises that he likes the idea very much. Stroking myself right along with him, I continue.

“Mm, I’d get your tight ass nice and stretched for me, then I’d fill you with my cock. Fuck you so good that you make a mess all over yourself, clenching around me. And after I’ve pumped you full of cum, I’ll lick you clean.”

“Shit, Huck,” he inhales shakily. “I’m gonna...c-come...”

“Show me,” I command, jerking myself harder. “Record it, Taylor. I need to see it.”

“H-hang on.” He moves the phone closer to his cock, and the slick sounds of him rubbing himself grace my ears. There’s a muffled, choked cry as he orgasms, bringing me close to tumbling over that edge myself. When he comes back on the line, he’s breathless. “Check the chat.”

Pressing play on the video, I watch his tattooed hand stroke that big cock until he’s shooting cum all over his abs, and I moan as my own release spills from me, running down my shaft and over my fingers.

“Mmm, damn, Tay.” Working myself through it, I feel lighter than I have in weeks. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

He hums contentedly, and when I’m finished wringing myself dry, I stick my fingers in my mouth one by one.

“Did you–” Taylor groans into the phone. “Did you just suck your own cum from your fingers just now?”

“Well, I’m not wasting it.”

“Fuuck, Huckslee. Next time film that shit, it’s not fair that you got a video and I didn’t.”

Grinning, I huff a laugh. “Or next time, you can just suck my fingers for me?”

“Deal.”

We fall into a comfortable silence, cleaning ourselves up from the mess we just made, the sounds of Warhammer from Logan’s room playing in the background. Lately, that’s all he does. Goes to work, goes to school, then comes home and sits in front of his computer for hours. He doesn’t even eat half the time unless I suggest making something or ordering takeout.

Rolling over onto my side, I exhale sharply. “I’ve got to get Logan out of the apartment more. He’s been moody since February.”

“Salem isn’t much better. She’s starting to piss me off, honestly. I took her to a rage room last weekend to try and help, but I think it only made things worse.”

“At least you don’t have to live with her.” I blow a curl out of my face. “We should do something because I think they’re both being stupid.”

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