51. Taylor

Taylor

" M mm, fuck, I'm gonna come."

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 keyed up 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 to accept 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 fuck me ."

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.

"It's not going to come off, Taylor."

"Huckslee," my jaw drops, eyes near bugging out of my skull as my heart implodes. "That's permanent. As in, my name will be inked on your body forever!"

"You're already in my soul. Now the outside just matches," he says simply, fingers trailing down his abs until they reach the button on his pants. I watch in awe as he slips them off achingly slow, standing before me completely bare, all soft bronze skin and hard-earned muscle. He's the most exquisite thing I've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. It doesn't matter how many times I've seen him naked; the sight always manages to make me speechless.

With one sweet, breathtaking kiss, he backs us toward the bed, crawling onto his back and spreading his legs before reaching for me. "Come here."

Settling between his thighs, we rut against each other until Huck reaches into the nightstand, pulling out the lube.

"Get me ready, Tay."

Oh, fuck yes.

I take it from him and lather my fingers, placing a kiss on the underside of his cock. "Last chance to back out."

He only rolls his eyes and hooks a hand behind his knee, spreading wider for me. When my gaze runs over his puckered hole for the first time, I have to pinch the base of my dick to keep from blowing my load all over him .

"Goddamn, that's hot." Circling it slowly, we both gasp when he clenches and nearly sucks my finger inside.

"Fuck," he moans, head dropping back onto the pillow.

"Feels good, huh?"

"Mmm."

He jerks himself lazily, lips parted with soft pants, and I slip inside of him the minute his hole relaxes for me, the sight of my finger sliding in and out of his ass making my cock drip.

"Jesus, you're tight. I don't know if I'll fit."

His laugh has his walls clenching. "You'll fit. Add one more finger, scissor them inside of me."

Doing as he instructs, I gently massage his balls when I feel some resistance, catching his gaze as I lean forward and spit directly onto his hole for more lubrication. His loud groan vibrates the bed when I twist my fingers and hit a raised bump.

"Shit, that's...fuck." His own length is leaving a puddle on his stomach as he strokes it, his face flushed red from pleasure.

"That the spot, baby? Right there?"

He curses and writhes beneath me when I nudge it again. Wonder if I can make him come this way, hands-free. I know I probably can. He's made it happen for me countless times by just milking my prostate, but Huckslee doesn't give me a chance.

"Fuck me, right now," he demands, hauling me up to nip at my throat like a damn vampire, "unless you want me to come on your fingers instead of your cock."

"Fucking bossy." I slide in a third finger without warning, loving the strangled cry that leaves his lips. "Just a bit longer. Don't wanna split you in half. "

Moving back down his body, I lick the precum off his abs before sucking his dick into my mouth, teasing at the tip with my tongue. He slowly unravels under me, sweat beading on his skin as he moans and thrusts his hips. It's only when I feel him start to tremble that I pop off and pull my fingers out, positioning myself between his asscheeks. At the last second, I pause, my nerves getting the better of me.

"S-should I get a condom or something?"

He lifts a brow, reaching for the bottle of lube beside us. "Not unless you did something you want to tell me about over the last four days?"

"What the fuck? No . I just... I've never done this before."

"You've done anal before, Tay." He squirts lube onto his palm and reaches down to slick me up in long, hard pumps.

"Yeah, but not with you ," I argue, losing myself momentarily to the feeling of him working me. "And I've never fucked anyone without a condom before. Not even Salem."

His movements falter slightly. "If it makes you more comfortable, you can wear one."

Ah, hell, this isn't coming out right.

Placing my hands on his chest, I gently push him back until he's lying flat on the bed. "No. I want to feel you. All of you."

From the way his breath quickens, that was the correct answer. Lifting his knee, I move my hips forward slowly, filling him one inch at a time. The intention here is to let him adjust to my size, but Huck shocks the hell out of me by grabbing my waist and forcing me forward.

"Fuck, fuck , oh my god." I bottom out in one quick thrust, pelvis hitting hot skin, his asshole strangling my cock so tight that I lose strength in my arms and collapse on top of him.

"Move, goddammit," he barks through clenched teeth, and I lift my head to glare at him.

"If I move, I'll come. Jesus Christ, Huck, what the fuck was that?!"

Instead of responding, he wraps his arms around my middle and rolls his hips, crushing me to his chest while he fucks himself on my dick. I'm so gone to the pleasurable heat that all I can do is bite down on his shoulder and try to fight for control. It's frenzied and desperate, both of us battling to dominate the other with each thrust and groan, bodies gliding together.

With a growl, he flips us over, pinning my arms above my head while he rides me into oblivion, the feel of his heavy cock slapping against my abs sending me over the edge.

"God, Huck, I'm gonna..."

He takes my bottom lip between his teeth as I come with a shout, pumping him full of cum. Once I go limp, he lifts himself off and turns me onto my stomach, diving his face between my cheeks.

"Mmm, I missed this ass," he moans, tonguing me open while I whimper into the pillow. A cold sensation slides down my crease as he coats my hole with lube before pushing his cock inside, leisurely fucking me while he gently wraps a hand around my throat. I'm so overstimulated that I mumble incoherently and try to squirm away when he pegs my prostate, but Huck is having none of that. He presses me into the mattress as he moves in and out, torturously slow.

"I'm so close, baby. You're taking me so good." His lips trail the back of my neck and shoulder blades, adding to the sensations sending my nervous system into overdrive. "Just a little longer."

"Huck, I-I can't–"

"You can. Such a good boy for me."

The sounds coming out of my mouth are fucking feral, something between a whine and a snarl clawing its way out when another orgasm rocks through me, spilling in between my body and the sheets. Huckslee shudders, groaning as he finds his own release, slowing while his cock pulses inside of me. He collapses once he's spent, rolling us to the side without pulling out so that we're spooning, and I swear we both pass out for a solid thirty minutes.

It's not until BB honks for food from her cage that we eventually stir, and I languidly stretch out my sore legs with a sigh. "Well, that was..."

"That was flip fucking," Huck breathes drowsily into my hair, slipping out now that he's gone soft. "I think I see the appeal now."

"We're definitely doing that again. Once I can move." At his responding snort, I twist around to crack open an eye at him. "Are you feeling okay?"

He nods, humming contentedly as he snuggles closer. "Your big dick made my ass hurt."

"Hey, I wanted to take it slow, but someone got impatient."

There's no answer, only loud snores in my ear, so I roll around to shake him awake.

"No sleeping. We need to shower and feed the bunny. And change the sheets."

"Too tired," he mumbles, his curls a sexy mess as he turns his head into the pillow. "Give me a sponge bath. "

"Like a nurse?"

"Mmm, you would look pretty hot in a nurse's dress."

With a scoff, I open my mouth to deny it, but why the fuck is my dick twitching at the idea?

"Yeah, we can unpack all of that later, but I really want a shower right now."

Reluctantly, he lets me tug him off the bed, grabbing food for BB while I get the shower going. Once we're both under the spray, we scrub each other quickly, too exhausted to do anything more than kiss, and then we're crawling back into bed under the fresh sheets.

Laying on our sides, we face each other as I trace the skin around his tattoo. "I can't believe you did this."

"Why not? You have my name on you already."

I scoff as he kisses my inked knuckles. "Yeah, but I usually just tell people it says ‘fuck'. There's no hiding yours."

"I don't want to hide you," he says softly, searching my face. "I'm going to love you loud, Taylor."

My stomach flutters as I drop my gaze. "And when everyone finds out that the new lineman for the Ravens is dating his stepbrother?"

His thumb brushes my bottom lip. "‘Step' being the keyword, there. And I've loved you since before that happened, so I don't give a fuck what they think."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. It's me and you, baby. Has been since the moment we kissed beneath the bleachers in eighth grade, and it will be for the rest of our lives. I'm not afraid of what the world thinks about us. I love you, and nothing they do or say can change that. "

Our lips meet in a gentle caress full of future promises as we quietly kiss until our eyes close. I murmur his name into the dark just before we drift off in each other's arms.

"Huck?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, too. Always."

"I know, Tay." His forehead rests against mine, fingers cradling the back of my neck with care as if holding something precious. "I know."