Page 52 of Whiskey Neat

“Can I taste your hole?” he murmurs, flicking his tongue over the tip of my cock. “I won’t do anything else, but I have to fucking taste you.”

Despite the tiny voice inside of me screaming no, I nod, filled with a desire strong enough to power a city.

Indy grips my thighs before sinking even lower and nibbling at my ass cheeks. When he can’t get what he wants, he spins me around, gently pushing my face to the wall so my ass juts out. I gasp in surprise, but the sound is cut off when Indy’s hot tongue licks a stripe across my fluttering hole.

For the love of Sephora. I have been missing out.

Indy eats my hole like it’s his favorite meal and I am fucking here for it. With my legs spread and face against the peeling wallpaper, I grind on his tongue, desperate to come but refusing to hurry this process along. It may never happen again.

Indy spreads my ass open, licking long, slow stripes across my hole as I whimper. I fucking whimper.

“That’s right, beautiful, just give in to the feeling. You are so incredible.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, telling myself not to fall for it, not to get sucked in by his pretty words and gorgeous face.

He flips me around again, swallowing my cock to the base and sucking like it’s his fucking job. I grip the railing, pumping my hips and bracing for the epic orgasm heading straight between my legs. My balls draw up and my stomach tightens, and as it hits, all I can do is cry out his name.

He grips my ass, holding me so close I wonder how he can breathe. His eyelids flutter as he swallows my release, continuing to suck until I flinch from the sensitivity. He pops off, but very gently tugs on my arm and pulls me into his lap. His cock is half hard again, but the look on his face is sated and happy.

I’m not sure what to do or say next. I don’t know what he’s thinking. Does he want me to leave? Are we going back to work like nothing happened?

“Salem,” he pants, still winded.

“Yeah?”

After a beat, he sits up slowly, still cradling me like a fragile doll. “I’m starving again. Want to get some dinner?”

I raise an eyebrow, confused for a second until the offer sinks in. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

He smiles, wrapping his strong fingers around my chin. “I have something else to say.”

I nod, even as a whirlwind of different emotions hits me.

“You told me we’re sexually incompatible, but you’re wrong. So damn wrong. I don’t know your past, and you don’t have to tell me, but I’m gonna say this.” He releases a shaky breath, revealing his own nerves. “Sex with you is unbelievable. If we’re not compatible, no one is, babe.”

My bottom lip quivers but I fight back the emotion. “For how long?”

“Let’s find out together.”

“What if it…” I exhale slowly. “What if it gets fucked up? Then what?”

“We’ll figure it out.” He slides his hand up and down my arm. “Or you can tell me right now that you’ve had all you want of me. I’ll let it go.”

He knows damn well anyone with a brain couldn’t walk away right now. “Would you really? If I said I was done, you’d say okay?”

A slight smirk tugs at his lips. “I’m not usually one to chase.”

“I imagine you’ve never had to.”

He gives me a slight nod. “But you called my bluff. I think you could make me chase.”

I scoff, trying to find the defenses he’s pushing past all too easily. “Why me? What makes me so special?”

“I don’t know yet,” he admits, and the candor is refreshing and kind of unnerving. I can tell he’s not feeding me bullshit. “But I want to find out.”

I drag my gaze away, landing on our half-naked bodies. The guys could walk in at any time, and somehow I don’t think I’d give a fuck.

“I don’t know what to say.”

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