Page 26 of Whiskey Neat

“Other than these guys, I’m pretty much the same, and they forced themselves on me.” He grins. “I was younger when we met, obviously, and easier to get to know. They’ve stuck by me ever since.”

“Ride or die. I’m a little jealous.” I chuckle. “But it’s my own doing.” I wave my hand. “Anyway…”

Indy tilts his head toward a partially open door. I step inside, surprised to find it much cleaner. It’s very tidy and smells like bodywash and fresh laundry rather than the mustiness of the rest of the house.

The room is a decent size, but it’s the bed taking up most of the space that captures my attention. It’s piled high with thick bedding and lots of pillows. Color me surprised.

I kick off my shoes near the door and produce my sex shop purchase of condoms and lube from my messenger bag. Indy is standing in front of me, silently taking me in, and suddenly I feel like a gazelle at a watering hole being stalked by a lion. I’m not mad about it.

I hope he’s not planning on a lot of small talk. As far as I’m concerned, I’m here for a good time not a long time, and I intend to get right down to business.

I close the distance between us, straining my neck to gaze up at him and that spectacular jawline of his. My hands move to his muscular chest, and I smile as his eyes heat. Since I first saw him, I’ve fantasized about what his cock looks like and how it would feel on my tongue. If it matches the man it’s attached to, it’s a beast.

Nuzzling his chin with my lips, I reach between us and open his jeans, sliding my hand in to grab a handful of hot, hard flesh, with no underwear to slow me down.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “You are so sexy.”

He raises my head by the chin, ghosting his lips over mine and sending shivers through me. Then his hand moves to the front of my neck, not squeezing, but applying just enough pressure. Memories of long-buried desires rush back, heating my body.

Indy is definitely the kind of man who could throw me around like a rag doll, but can I trust him enough to lower my guard? Not yet. Probably not ever.

I push his chest gently, putting some space between us, until his knees hit the bed and he topples back. He grins as I tug my shirt over my head and shimmy out of my jeans. I wore my favorite black lace thong because I swear it gives me superpowers.

Indy’s lips part and he exhales slowly as his cock visibly bounces.

“You like lingerie, Indy?”

“I sure do, gorgeous. You have a lot of it?”

I nod, dragging my hand down my stomach. “Tons. I wear it every day. It’s my secret.”

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Come here.”

“Patience.” I push his knees apart by stepping between them. He still has his jeans on, but with his cock out, he looks like a centerfold in a dirty magazine. I’d pin him on my wall. “I’m on PrEP. You?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

“Goody.” I sink to my knees and kiss the inside of his thigh before rubbing my face all over his balls and cock. He smells like bodywash and something else. Something earthy and rich, maybe leather. It’s all man, but like, the best version of that scent.

He folds his arms under his head to get a view of me, and a thousand dirty images flit through my mind. I wonder if he wants to see what I look like with his cock in my mouth as much as I want to feel it. One way to find out.

I drag my tongue up his shaft, pressing against it to feel the ripple of skin and veins as I pass. Indy’s cock is everything a guy like me could hope for. Thick but not ridiculous, not too long, and blessed homo gods, uncut.

My mouth waters as I work my way back to the tip, swirling my tongue over it to catch the precum. Indy’s moan vibrates through me, but before I can really blow his mind, he reaches under my arms and drags me up his body.

His hand on the back of my neck is possessive and demanding as he draws our mouths together. I’m not a huge fan of kissing, honestly, but Indy’s hot mouth is an instant addiction as he tangles his tongue around mine.

I melt into his big body, running my hands over all the flesh I can get to and grinding against him. The height difference is probably comical, but you can make anything happen when you’re horizontal.

Indy grunts and moans as he kisses me, his free hand moving down my back to my ass and squeezing hard. Yes, sir, leave those fingerprint bruises. Our kisses alternate from deep and heated to soft and almost delicate, but when he tears his mouth from mine and moves to my neck, I nearly jump out of my body from the sensation of his scruffy beard on my soft skin.

“Indy,” I moan, rubbing against him.

“What, sexy?” He nips at my jaw. “Fuck, you taste good. Smell good. Look good.”

He attacks my mouth again while I grope the bedding for the sex shop bag. I find it, digging through it while I lose myself in Indy’s kiss. While I fumble to get the lube bottle open, his hand slides under the waistline of my panties, pulling at it but releasing it before it tears. He finally pulls them down and tugs at his own jeans to reveal more skin.

I pour lube between us, then stroke our dicks together while Indy looks at me with hazy eyes.

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