Page 189 of Finding Delaware

He practically climbs me like a tree, wrapping his thighs around my hips to writhe against my cock, desperate and needy for me. I fucking love it when he’s like this. Taylor has an insatiable sex drive, much to my delight. Every morning overthe past few weeks has been spent with his cum on my tongue, some days swallowing, some days feeding it back to him, and I’ve come to crave it more than caffeine.

But my baby is in trouble. He has a lesson to learn, and I’m going to make sure I get my point across.

“Turn around, hands on the sink,” I command, reveling in the shiver of anticipation that visibly shakes him. He bites his lip, letting go of me as he obeys, eyeing me in the mirror with a mixture of lust and defiance. Pressing my chest to his back, I hold his gaze as I slide my tongue along the side of his neck, tasting the salty sweat on his skin as I push his pants and briefs down just past his ass only, keeping his hard cock trapped.

“Bend forward.”

That gorgeous face of his twists into a sneer. “Hmm...nah.”

“That wasn’t a request.” Biting down on his ear until he hisses, I lick the sting away, unsure of when this kinky game between us started but loving it all the same.

His eyes flash, ass pushing back against my bulge. “Make me.”

Placing my palm against his back, I hook an ankle around his leg and roughly force him down until he has no choice but to brace his forearms on the counter or risk smashing his face.

“Jesus,” he chokes, a flush blossoming on his skin as I lightly trail a finger through his crease. That tight, pink hole puckers under my touch, begging to be filled.

“Remember what happened in Cali when we talked about going on rides with strangers?” I ask softly, gently rimming him as he moans softly.

“Y-yeah. I remember.”

“Obviously, someone wasn’t listening.” Reaching into my back pocket to grab my wallet, I pull out a packet of lube and rip it open with my teeth, squirting some down his crack while he whimpers. My finger slips right in up to the knuckle, soft heat surrounding it as I fuck into him.

Taylor rocks his hips back, groaning. “More. Please.”

He’s pressing his groin against the counter, seeking friction, but he knows better than to try and touch himself before I let him. That knowledge makes me heady with power, and I add another finger while my free hand whips the belt out of my pant loops.

“You need to learn not to talk to strangers.”

Folding the belt in half, I drag it down his ass cheek before meeting his wide gaze in the mirror. His eyes are nearly black, lips parted as he pants from my fingers still inside his body, sweat beading on the back of his neck. Suddenly, I’m unsure, not wanting to hurt him. This dynamic between us is still uncharted.

I tap the belt gently on his ass. “This okay?”

Swallowing, he fucks himself on my fingers. “Yeah. I can take it.”

Oh, my god.

Taking a deep breath, I raise the belt, keeping my gaze on his. “If it becomes too much, tell me to stop.”

The belt comes down against his flesh with an audiblecrack,leaving a bright red welt in its place. Taylor cries out, jerking forward on my fingers, his yelp morphing into a moan of pleasure, and I add a third digit while I bring the belt down again.

“Oh, shit,” he whimpers through clenched teeth, meeting my thrusts as I massage his skin before whipping him two more times.

“Take out your cock and stroke it, baby,” I tell him, pulling mine out as well to relieve the pressure in my jeans.

He complies, an almost painful sound coming from him when he wraps his fist around his length and begins to jerk. I get one more smack in before I can’t stand it anymore, and I pour more lube on my dick before lining myself up with his hole. Grabbing his throat, I pull him up against me as I thrust inside, feeling his muscles clamp onto my cock like a vice.

Someone chooses to bang on the door at that exact moment, hollering at us to hurry up. We both freeze, meeting each other’s gazes in the mirror, and my hand moves from his throat to cover his mouth.

“Shh...” Biting down on his neck, I pull out slowly before slamming back in, his own teeth sinking into my palm to stifle a moan. Pounding on the door continues, nearly in sync with the pounding I’m giving Taylor’s ass as I take him over and over. A single drop of moisture drips from his lashes, and I catch it with my tongue, feeling him shake when I hit his prostate just right.

"Mmfuck, fuck,fuck."He explodes into the sink, spurting cum all over the counter and mirror, cries of pleasure barely muffled by my hand. As always, the sight of him losing control and his ass spasming on my cock sends me right there with him, coming so hard I nearly blackout as I pump him so full, he’ll feel it for days.

Taylor collapses forward, his legs giving out, but I wrap my arms around him to keep him steady. My forehead drops tohis back, both of our breaths ragged, and his trembling hand lifts to pull my face in for a searing kiss.

When we pull apart, our eyes find each other, emotion passing between us, making my heart skip a beat. He smiles, a sight so beautiful that I realize I’d burn the world down just to keep it on his face, and I have to clear my throat before I end up doing something stupid. Like dropping to one knee and proposing.

“Are we going to communicate now like a normal couple, or do I need to worry about you running off with hot guys on bikes next time you’re upset?”

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