Page 135 of Finding Delaware

That idea has me grinning wide, but Huckslee grabs my jaw firmly, holding my gaze with dark intensity. “I amnotfucking you in here.”

“You’re no fun.”

“No?” Lifting a brow again, he pops open the button on my jeans in one swift move, hand plunging under the hem of my briefs to wrap around my length. “How about now?”

“Mm, yeah,” I moan, thrusting into his hand. “Way more fun.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Dropping to his knees, Huck shoves my pants down just past my ass, setting my cock free. It almost slaps him against the cheek, heavy and weeping, his tongue darting out to swirl around the swollen crown. My fingers twine in his curls as he teases me, licking from the base up to my tip and back down. When he gently sucks on my sac as he strokes me, my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.

And then those gorgeous lips wrap around me as he takes it all the way to the back of his throat, gaze never leaving mine. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced, having Huckslee kneeling at my feet, taking me so good that I have to bite the hem of my tank top to keep silent.

“You suck my cock so good.” I cradle his face, watching my length slide in and out of his soft mouth, dripping with spit. “It’s like your throat was made for it.”

I’m not small by any means, and the fact that he can fit my entire dick in his mouth without gagging is such a fucking turn-on. I’ve never had that before. He was molded just for me.

Mine.

He smiles around me, dark eyes glittering, so beautiful that I have to pull out and bend down to kiss him. As I’m about to dive in again, there’s a quick knock on the bathroom door, and we both freeze.

“Taylor? It’s Logan. Have you seen Huck? I can’t find him anywhere.”

Panic flickers in Huck’s eyes, but I put a finger to my lips, silently telling him to stay quiet while I grab the back of his head and slowly push my cock back into his mouth.

“Uh.” My voice cracks when I hit his throat, his nose flush with my stomach. “H-have you checked the bathroom?”

I hold him there, watching as the panic in his eyes changes to burning heat.

Logan sighs on the other side of the door. “Yeah, he’s not in the downstairs bathroom. I hope he didn’t leave.”

Huck’s face starts to redden as he chokes on my dick, and I answer his best friend thickly. “Do you think he needs some air?”

“I’ve checked outside already, but I guess I’ll check again.”

Tears well in the corners of Huck’s eyes from lack of oxygen, making his irises sparkle like a starry night sky, too fucking sexy for his own good. His hands come up to play with my balls, gently squeezing, nearly making me come on the spot.

“Christian’s wondering if you’re okay, by the way,” Logan continues, oblivious to what’s happening inches from him. “Pizza’s here, and everyone’s waiting on you two to play a party game.”

“J-just having a smoke,” I grunt, starting to shake from how fucking good Huck’s throat feels as he swallows. “I’m...about t-to...finish.”

Holy shit. I’m coming.

I cry out as I spill into Huck’s mouth, and he slaps a hand over my lips. His tongue swirls around my cock, lapping up every last drop, sucking me through the orgasm as I bite my cheek hard enough to bleed.

“Okay, if you see Huck before I do, tell him I’m looking for him.” Logan pauses. “Also, I wanted to thank you for trying. You know, with Salem. I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah,” I breathe as Huck rises off the floor, lips pressed tightly together, holding in a mouthful of my cum. “Welcome.”

I know what he’s going to do just by the look in his eyes, and as he grabs my jaw, I open for him, stifling a moan when he spits my release onto my tongue. It’s salty and slightly bitter, but fuck if I don’t swallow it down greedily while Huckslee kisses me stupid. There’s no answer from the hall, only fading footsteps, and I whimper as I suck on his tongue, desperate for more.

He hums approvingly against my lips, tucking me back into my briefs as he pulls up my jeans. “I love how much of a cumslut you’re turning out to be.”

“Fuck,you’ve got a filthy mouth.” My fingers fly to his button, wanting to return the favor. “Keep talking like that. It gets me off.”

He stops me when I try to pull out his hard dick, and my eyes fly to his face as I push out my bottom lip.

“Don’t do that,” he laughs, nipping at it. “We’ve been gone so long that it’s sus. You can get your hands on me later.”

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