Page 161 of Finding Delaware

“Yep.” He grins sheepishly over his shoulder, pushing his ass back against me, and I curse roughly under my breath.

While everyone is distracted with the show Arya and Salem are putting on, I grab Taylor’s wrist and pull him away toward the waterfall, needing to get my hands on him before I implode. The cascading torrent is surprisingly warm when we slip beneath it, albeit loud, and behind it, we’re greeted by a small alcove in the cliffside, just big enough to give us some privacy.

Spinning around so that my shoulder rests against the rough, moss-covered stone, I wrap my arms around him and claim his mouth in a sweltering, consuming kiss. There’s enough of a ledge jutting out underneath for me to stand on.

“How long have you been wearing the plug?”

“Since yesterday,” he moans against my mouth, wrapping long legs around my waist. “Took it out for a few hours this morning, but I wanted to be ready for you.”

“Fucking hell, Taylor.” Licking along the dragonfly tattoo on his throat, my fingers trace down his sternum, barely touching the tip of his hard dick before I bring them around to his ass. The plug sits firm in his hole, and I put pressure on it, causing Taylor to groan as he bucks his hips, fingers tangling in my damp curls, thighs tightening.

“I need you so bad, Huck.”

Twisting the plug around inside him, my free hand moves to wrap around his cock. He clings to me, whimpering as I work him, teeth sunk into that plump bottom lip. Reaching between us, he pulls out my own length underneath the water, and for a moment, we gaze at one another while we stroke each other slowly. He’s so beautiful it breaks my damn heart.

“Huck, please.” His plea is a soft whisper on my lips, thick with need. “I want you. Right here.”

My gaze flicks over his shoulder, beyond the falls, where I can barely make out everyone still engaged in their game. Between the rippling water and darkness of the alcove, I know it’s too dark for anyone to witness what we’re doing. “This is probably not the most sanitary place.”

Taylor chuckles against my neck, biting hard enough to elicit a hiss. “Don’t care. It’s romantic as fuck.”

“Relax for me,” I murmur after a snort, kissing along the wet skin of his jaw while I slowly begin to remove the plug. He moans into my shoulder the entire time, body vibrating from the force of keeping still. Once it’s out, I tuck it inside the waistband of my underwear so as not to loseit before replacing it with my fingers. Two of them sink inside his slick hole easily, and we both groan in unison as my teeth find his earlobe.

“Someone’s been a good boy.”

Gently, I insert a third finger, the whimpers clawing out of his throat so fucking sweet, his fist still pumping me while I finger his ass. When he’s nice and prepped, I lift him slightly so that my cock hovers over his entrance, my muscles screaming, but I don’t really give a shit at the moment.

“Water makes terrible lube.” Pausing to give him a warning, our lips find each other again. “If it gets to be too much, tell me. We can stop.”

He shakes his head, holding my gaze intently. “It won’t, I used silicone-based stuff. Please, baby, I’ve been dying for this.”

God, I love hearing him beg.

Positioning my tip against his hole, I tell him to exhale deeply and bare down while I slowly push myself inside. Sparks ignite behind my eyes at how good he feels, so fucking warm and tight. The plug helped, but I’m still met with a bit of resistance, and I freeze when Taylor cries out.

“Doing ok?”

“Yeah, just...” His arms tighten around me as he buries his face in my neck. “Just give me a minute.”

So I do. The urge to thrust into him is so strong that it takes everything I have to remain still while I rub circles around his lower back. His cock has started to soften, so I use my free hand to stroke it softly, feeling his breaths brush my collarbone. Beyond the waterfall, I can tell that no one is inthe lake any longer, and they’re probably wondering where we went, but I won’t rush this. He deserves better than that.

Lifting his head, Taylor captures my mouth in a deep, heated kiss. “Ok. I’m good.”

“Sure?”

“Y-yeah. Move. Please.”

“So polite.” My chuckle breaks off into a moan when he clenches around me, and I shoot a glare at his smirking face. Pushing in a little more, my hips rest against his ass as I seat myself fully inside him, the angle nudging his prostate enough that his length jerks to full attention.

“Mhmfuuck.” His lids sink closed when I grip his hips to lift him up before bringing him back down, gently fucking into him so that he gets used to the feeling. Every muscle in my body is wound tight as a bowstring, the feeling of him on my cock unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I want to pound into him, own him, make him feel what no other man ever could.

“More,” he whimpers, planting his feet on either side of my hips against the cliff wall. “I need more.”

“You feel so good, Tay.” My speed picks up, water sloshing as I begin to fuck him faster. “God, you’re taking me so well.”

Our little alcove fills with the sounds of pants, moans, and grunts. His eyes roll into the back of his head every time I peg his prostate, slamming into him with just enough force that his moans grow louder. My name falls from his lips along with a string of garbled words I can’t make out when his nails bite into my shoulders, the pain so pleasurable it nearly sends me over the edge. Using his stance on the mossy wall for leverage, he lifts himself up and down, meeting my pace beautifully.

“That’s it. Help me fuck you, make yourself feel good.”

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