Daniel’s Reviews > Finding Delaware > Status Update

I stare at the rolling waves. “You want to go for a swim?”

He eyes the ocean suspiciously, eyes narrowed. “I’m good.”

“You afraid of the ocean, baby?”

“Hell yeah, I’m afraid. Literally, everything out there can and will eat me.”

I press my lips to his ear. “Why don’t we go back to the house and swim in the pool so I can eat you instead?”

I’ve never seen him run to the car so fast.

Taylor bursts into laughter. I can’t help but lean in to kiss his cheeks, which puff up with every smile. It hits me then, this sense of rightness in the moment. How normal it feels to have him here, sharing a meal with my grandparents like the last eight years were nothing more than a fever dream. And maybe they were. Because I’m finally awake for the first time in what feels like forever. I’ve come home.

He lifts my shirt, exposing my nipples to the cold air as he leans down to take one between his teeth. He works our shafts while he moves to give my other nipple attention, the chill on the one he left behind making me hiss with pleasure.

“A-am I doing ok?” He stammers, uncertainty in his beautiful eyes.

Pulling him up for a kiss, I buck my hips to fuck his fist. “So fucking good.”

Oh, Jiminy Christmas!

None of the guys I've kissed make me feel the way Taylor does, like his arms are the only place I belong. Ever since that night when he kissed me on the track behind my house, it’s a feeling I searched for in every relationship I’ve ever had. They always come up short.

“Get up here,” he rasps between kisses on my throat. “Need you.”

“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “One of these days, I’m gonna get you fully naked.”

So sad that this will eventually have to end. 😩 I need it to never end! 😫 Don't think I've felt that way since 'For the Fans'! 🥴

“You taste so good.” His arm slips down as he palms himself.

Pulling him up to me, I steal a kiss. “Take it out, Huck. I want you to feel good, too.”

He nibbles on my lower lip while he continues to work me with his hand. “This isn’t about me, Tay. I...I took it all last time. I just want to touch you.”

I rear back with a frown. “We aren’t doing that anymore. It’s give and take, not give or take.”

“Can I...” He presses a line of soft kisses along my throat. “Can I touch you?”

“Please, Huck. I need it.” His fingers work the button expertly, releasing the pressure on my cock. He palms it over my briefs, rubbing me as he slides down to take my nipple in between his teeth again, and I buck against him, moaning, pleading for more. He grins wickedly, with his curls tousled from my hands.

🥴Sheesh!

“Huckslee,” he whispers.

I shake my head. “Please don’t.”

Don’t ruin this moment. Don’t make it hurt more than it already does.

He sighs. “But I have to. I need to. As of right now, this bed is Delaware, so just listen. Please.”

There’s a desperate urgency in his tone that makes my skin crawl, a dread yawning in the pit of my stomach. But I take a deep breath and close my eyes to shield myself.

“Okay.”

He’s gone completely feral, his self-control torn asunder, the real man beneath the mask coming out to play. It’s a version of him that’s only for me, and no matter how messed up this situation is right now, I crave it. His cock slides to the back of my tongue as he goes still, a moan that I’ve obsessed over for years leaving his mouth. Hot cum pours down my throat.

“Now you know what it’s like to drown.”

I’m the only one who’s touched my dick in like two months. Every time Christian brings a chick home, he tries to share, but I’m just not into it. Seems my shit only stands at attention lately when it involves the sulky fucker downstairs who hates me, so that’s just great. Hasn’t even touched me, and he owns this dick. How unfair is that?

Okay, Huck 😏... Taylor NEEDS you to pound him into the mattress!