Page 204 of Finding Delaware

Huckslee slurps off my cock at the last minute, grinning wickedly from his place between my legs in the back of the limo, and I slump against the seat with a whine. My tuxedo jacket is crumpled in a ball next to me, sweat dripping down my neck and forehead from the edging he’s been giving me the entire ride back to the city. I feel like I’m on fire.

“Baby, please,” I beg, lifting my hips like the needy slut I am. “God, I need to come. Please make me come.”

He only snickers, holding my hard dick but not stroking it as he runs his lips over my hip bones. “Do you really think you deserve to come after ghosting me for four days?”

“That’s not fair. I threw you a party and everything!”

A party, I might add, that we spent hours hanging out and dancing at, sipping sparkling cider until we couldn’t keep our hands off each other any longer. If it wasn’t for how keyedup he’s made me, I’d be falling asleep from the exhaustion of putting the whole thing together. Granted, everyone had pitched in to help, including Aaron, by pulling some strings with the school district, but still. I want to shower, orgasm, be fucked into the mattress, and then pass the hell out. Not necessarily in that order.

“Hmm, that is true.” Giving me what I want, he jerks me slowly. “And it was amazing. You’re amazing. I love you so much.”

I thrust up into his fist with heavy breaths, balls painfully tight. “Yeah? How much?”

“Not enough to let you come yet.”

He releases me, leaning back on his heels as the limo starts to slow, and I cry out in frustration. I’m tempted to get myself off, but I know the minute I try to touch myself, he’ll force me to stop. Make me wait longer just to torture me. Fuck, he’s trained me to be good for him, and I am one hundred percent on board with it.

The back door opens seconds after Huck tucks me away, and the limousine driver drops us off at the duplex. Christian offered to drive my truck home, and tomorrow, I’ll take Huck to get his Audi when we go for lunch with his dad...and Maisie, much to my disappointment. Aaron pleaded with us to go, and even though I’m not interested in fixing something I didn’t break, I can at least try to talk with her as a thank-you for what he did today.

Even if nothing comes from it, because honestly? I came to terms a long time ago with the fact that sometimes we won’t get closure from the people who hurt us, and that’s okay. I learned that lesson when my father passed away, and I had toaccept an apology that I’d never get. At the end of the day, so many other people in this life love me and are there for me. They’re the ones that matter. Those who show up and put in the effort matter.

We’re barely inside before Huck is ripping off my shirt, buttons littering the floor at our feet, and I gasp in mock outrage as he pins me against the wall.

“Guess I’m not getting my security deposit back for this tux.”

“Guess not.” His tongue traces a wet line down to my nipple, and I nearly come from that sensation alone. We kiss our way toward the bedroom, my clothes peeling away until I’m standing next to the bed, fully nude, hard as steel.

“Better get this off before I lose the deposit on both suits,” I laugh, making quick work of his jacket. But he stops me when I undo the top button on his shirt.

“Hang on,” he wets his raw lips. “I have something to say.”

The waver in his voice makes me drop my hands, stepping back slightly. “Okay.”

His eyes shine in the room’s dimness, reflections from the lava lamp on my desk swirling in their dark depths like a nebulous cloud. “Taylor, these last few months have made me the happiest I’ve ever felt. I thought I had a life in Cali–football and superficial friendships that never went deeper than the team or the parties. But being here with you, getting to know your circle, and growing closer to Logan, I’ve realized that the life I was living out there was a lie. It wasn’t me or the person I wanted to be. I’ve never been more myself than I have with you, and I don’t want to lose that.”

“You won’t,” I say, touching him again, cupping both hands on either side of his face. “I promise, Huckslee, I’m not going anywhere. Even if it means going without seeing you for months at a time. We can make this work.”

He leans into my palm with a smile. “I know that now. I just wanted you to know, too. Know that I know. You know?”

With another laugh, I pull him in for a kiss, my cock pressing into his beneath the seam of his pants. “Yes. I know. Now, will you please fuck me?”

A contemplative look passes over his features, his throat flexing as he swallows audibly. He searches my gaze for a few moments before speaking.

“Actually...I was kind of hoping you’d fuckme.”

My brain must have blown a fuse because I blink at him for several seconds, unsure if I heard him right. “...what?”

“You heard me.” Desire has his pupils expanding, nostrils flaring when he grabs my length and strokes it slowly. “I want you to fuck me, Tay. Stick this big cock in my virgin ass.”

“Holy shit.” I have to stop his hand from moving, that filthy mouth of his seconds away from making me bust. “Baby, are you sure? We don’t have to do that. I’m perfectly fine being your bottom.”

He nods emphatically, reaching up to unbutton his shirt. “I want this. I want you and everything that implies.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, though, and I had weeks to prep myself for...” I trail off when his shirt slips off his shoulders, revealing what he has inked on his left pec. It’s in the exact same spot as mine, right over his heart. Only the outline of Delaware on him has my fucking name scrawled inside of it in elegant, curling letters. “Is that a tattoo?”

“Yep,” he grins, looking down at it with pride. “Got it on Saturday when my boyfriend was busy ignoring me.”

I lick the pad of my thumb, moving toward him to erase it, and he laughs as he bats my arm away.

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