44. Taylor

Taylor

M y lungs burn, chest spasming for air as I take Huck's cock to the back of my throat again and again.

The pool lights cast an ethereal glow, everything hazy as he uses my mouth like his own personal Fleshlight beneath the water, and I've never been more turned on. I'm hard as steel, my own cock straining between my legs as I fuck my fist to the taste of his precum on my tongue, free hand rolling and gently tugging on his sac.

It took a lot of convincing to get Huck to agree to this.

Ever since what happened at the cabin, he's made it his mission to be gentle with me whenever I go down on him. While I appreciate the sentiment, I'm done with that shit. He has nothing to fear. When he admitted that he hadn't been in a pool since that night in high school, I knew this was the perfect opportunity for us to take back some power. At first, he was adamantly against it, worried he'd traumatize me, which broke my heart to pieces when I realized the damage I'd done all those years ago.

No more. No more living in the past, regretting the choices we made. If we're going to move on with our lives, it has to end at some point. And that point is now, with Huckslee gripping my shoulders beneath the cool water, thrusting down my throat while the world fades to black around me, my dick leaking as I pump myself.

Lack of oxygen combined with rough fingers pulling my hair has my orgasm slamming into me, bubbles forming around my face when I moan through my nose and swallow Huck's length, sending him over the edge himself. Thick ropes of cum slide down my constricting throat, salty warmth that I've become addicted to. By the time he pulls me to the surface, I'm almost ready to pass out, my lips parting to suck down air as he crushes me tightly to his slick chest.

"Goddamn, Taylor," he cries into my skin, sounding as wrecked as I feel. "That was...Jesus. Are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

I shake my head because that's all I can do while I catch my breath, fingers and toes tingling. Rivulets of water run down my cheeks, lids too tired to keep open, and my body suddenly feels lighter than air, so I just float there and let Huckslee keep me from drifting away. Like an anchor holding me steady.

He gently cups my face, searching with those eyes that remind me of the constellations inked down my back. "I need words, baby. Are you ok?"

"Fucking fantastic," I rasp, sagging against him with a sleepy smile. "Five minutes, and we can go again. "

"Oh, hell no. The only thing we're doing in five minutes is going to bed."

A hoarse chuckle leaves my throat as I kiss his collarbone. "You're such an old man. It's barely ten-thirty."

"We all can't be pretty like you, I need my beauty sleep. Come on." He walks us up the stairs and out of the pool naked, my legs wrapped around his waist.

"What the fuck ever. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

"Stop trying to kiss my ass."

"But it's such a nice ass." I squeeze his cheeks when he sets me down in front of the shower, shaking his head with a grin before turning away.

Once we've washed away the chlorine off our skin—and the plug is removed from my ass—Huck leads me back out onto the deck, where he plops into a lounger in his boxers, arms open for me to crawl onto his lap. We sit like that for a long time, his fingers massaging my neck while I run mine across his abs. Silent but content. Mind empty of anything but him and this moment.

"I can see why you blacked out all those years ago," I murmur eventually, exhausted. "After the pool, I mean. I'm completely zonked."

He hums softly against my temple. "Breath play will do that to you. I was also on some meds back then that I think had some weird side effects."

Jesus. And I had no clue. Shit could have gone down differently, and that fact scares the hell out of me. A world without Huckslee is a world I don't want to be a part of .

"Is that something you've done often with past partners? Breath play?"

"Uh," he coughs, cheeks turning red. "Sometimes."

"Aw, are you blushing, Huckslee?" His scowl makes me laugh. "That's cute. No need to be shy, baby, I've told you tons about my sexual history."

He shifts uncomfortably beneath me. "I don't kiss and tell."

"Uh-huh, sure." Leaning down to kiss his throat, I feel his Adam's apple bob under my lips. "Can I ask you one question?"

"Just one."

Inhaling deeply, I pause for a moment to gather courage. "Why don't you ever bottom?"

I've been dying to know since the never-have-I-ever game at the cabin but haven't had the balls to ask.

He's quiet for so long, I worry I've upset him, but then he lifts a shoulder and threads our fingers together. "I like being in control. There's a certain power imbalance that comes with bottoming that I've just never been comfortable with. Growing up, I never had a lot of choice, so I'm sure it stems from that."

"Yeah, that makes sense." Nuzzling into him with a yawn, I shut my eyes. "Odd thing for me to enjoy it, though, considering my own childhood."

"I don't think it's odd at all. You also didn't get a lot of say when it came to your dad, and now you can choose to give up choice. For a lot of people, that's very freeing."

Well...shit. I've never thought about it that way before. And yet, what he's saying makes so much sense when I remember all of the ways I Iashed out growing up as a way to feel some control.

"Daddy issues for the win," I mumble, feeling his chest shake as he snorts into my hair.

"What made you ask?"

"No reason. Was just curious."

It's true, for the most part. Do I ever think about topping him someday? Hell fucking yeah, I do. But I also know that it's not something he likes, and I'd never push him to do what he won't enjoy. The dynamic between us right now is perfect as it is; I'm one hundred percent happy taking his cock in my ass for the rest of our lives if that's what he wants.

He runs his fingers through my hair until I doze off, waking only when he leans down to kiss my lips softly.

"I love you, Taylor."

Those words light me up, spreading warmth from my head to my toes. I'll never get tired of hearing them.

"I love you too, Huck."

With every atom and every breath. Whatever happens in August, nothing else matters.

Just him, me, and whatever life we can carve out for ourselves.