Page 176 of Finding Delaware

“So fucking beautiful,” Huck murmurs, his own stiff length resting against my crease beneath his jeans. I press back into him, his hands roaming everywhere on my body except where I need them.

Gripping the edge of the counter, my hips rock back and forth as his teeth sink into the sensitive junction between my shoulder and neck, pulling a whimper from me, our gazes still locked. I missed the feel of him, even if it had only been a week. Even if he didn’t miss me.

Each sweep of his fingers on my skin sends a shock wave of heat to my balls, precum leaking from my swollen tip when I turn my head to claim his mouth. His nails scrape across a nipple as he licks into me, our tongues fighting for control, the wet sounds of our kisses and heavy moans mixing with the shower running behind us. When I can’t stand it anymore, I wrap my hand around my cock to pump myself, but he grabs my wrist and stops me.

“Shower.” His teeth nip at my earlobe. “Now.”

Fuck me, but I love when he tells me what to do.

Pushing my bottom lip out, I obey, smirking when his eyes darken. Hot water cascades down my body as I step beneath the spray, eliciting a deep groan at how good it feels against my sore muscles. Huck steps in behind me, as nude as I am, massaging my shoulders and expertly digging those magic thumbs into my tendons and ligaments. The ice that had built up around my heart chips a little.

He leans forward to grab a bottle of shampoo off the shelf, his cock sliding against my ass, and his free hand holds my hip in place when I try to rub against him, jerking myself.

“Stop moving, Taylor. Put both hands on the wall.”

“Fuck off.” I stroke even faster, balls painfully heavy as I flex my ass cheeks, squeezing his length between them.

With a muttered curse, he sets down the shampoo before wrenching my arms behind my back, careful not to hurt my collarbone.

“You’re such a brat.” He licks at the water on my neck. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes. Please?” I’m humping the air like a slut, desperate to come, and he hums into my skin.

“Then be good and do what I say. Let me wash you, and if you behave, you’ll get what you want.” He leans me forward, taking my hands until my palms are flat against the tile. “Do. Not. Move.”

Over the next five minutes, he tortures me, cleaning every inch of my body, from my hair down to my toes. Kneeling behind me, he spends extra time stroking my cock while his thumb rubs teasing circles around my hole. He presses the tip inside of me, smiling against my lower back when a choked moan leaves my throat, and then he’s standing to rinse me off. When he turns me around, I meet his mouth with a heated kiss, needing to feel his tongue on mine, sucking on it greedily while I grab the body wash and flip open the cap. Pulling back, he lifts a brow in question as I flash him a wicked grin.

“My turn.”

And I return the favor, washing him like he did for me. When I get to his dick, I line it up with mine, whipping us both into a lust-fueled frenzy as we devour each other, whimpers and groans echoing off the shower walls. Pressing my back against the tile, he lifts one of my legs, setting my foot on the lipof the tub. Two soapy fingers tease my sac before massaging my hole, and then he slips them inside of me.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, nipping at his throat when he’s seated up to his knuckles. He pulls them out before sliding back in, fingering me slowly.

“God, you’re perfect.”

Biting down onto his skin when he hits my prostate, I pump us faster, feeling tears prick my closed eyes at his praise. I want to believe it, to believe him. But the image of his lips on someone else and that fucking smile still burns my mind like a brand, so all I can do is cling to him while he stretches me so deliciously, my cock throbbing for relief. Removing his fingers, he turns me back around, rinsing off the soap before grabbing a bottle of lube on the shelf. Generously coating his length, he bends me forward and positions himself at my entrance.

“Breathe out.”

My lips part right as he presses into me, the burn so good, his hard cock filling me until the sting morphs into pleasure.

“Why do you always feel amazing?” He groans, thrusting into me, emphasizing every word with each punch of his hips. “Every. Single. Time.”

“Mmfuck, right there.” My eyes roll back as he pegs that spot inside of me that makes my legs shake and my dick leak. “Please, Huck, don’t stop.”

“Christ, I want to be inside of you constantly. You’re the only one who makes me feel like this, do you understand? Only you.”

Pounding into me, he reaches around to slap my hand away from my shaft so that he can jerk me himself, teeth marking my shoulder, flooding all of my senses.

“Tell me you’re listening,” he pleads desperately. “Say it for me, baby. There’s only you.”

But I’m too wrecked to speak. Everything is Huckslee, in the relentless way he fucks my ass, coaxing me closer to orgasm with his cock and his fist. In the euphoric pain of his bite, skin sliding against skin as he moans my name, the scent of sex mingling with the body wash we just used. When he shoves his fingers inside my mouth and commands me to suck, it’s all over.

I come hard, nails digging into the back of his neck where I’m holding him, my strangled cries reverberating as my cum shoots onto his hand and the wall. He follows shortly after, spilling inside of me, fingers digging into my hip with bruising force.

“Mm, the way you feel when you come on my cock.” His thrusts slow as he works himself through his orgasm, nuzzling into my neck, and if it wasn’t for his strong arms holding me up, I’d be a puddle on the floor, swirling down the drain.

He holds me for a long while, our breaths growing steady. The shower water has grown lukewarm but feels good as it cools my heated skin. Huck’s fingers gently grip my jaw, turning my face up to capture a sloppy kiss. When he pulls back, his starry eyes hold mine intently.

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