Page 27 of Whiskey Neat

“I knew it,” he says.

“What?”

“You’d look beautiful after my kiss. Puffy lips and beard burn suit you.”

I roll my eyes, but a smile tugs at my lips. “Okay, sexy boy.” I rub back and forth, knocking my erection into his. It’s my turn to show him what I’m made of.

He’s used to being ‘the man’ in bed, that much is obvious, but he’s never been with me before. Lying flat, I rub up and down like I’m riding a surfboard. Indy’s lips part as he tries to grab my ass every time I’m close enough.

After a few minutes, he lets me take charge, moving his hands to my hips as I sit up and straddle him. We topple onto our sides, and he draws me in for another toe-curling kiss. I throw my leg over his hip so we make even more contact. Even this isn’t enough though, so I shift again, pushing onto my knees and grabbing his ankle to spread his legs wider.

His eyes go wide and an amused smirk plays on his lips as I settle in and grind our cocks together. His heavy balls make my mouth water, and I wish I’d played more before I coated us in sticky lube.

Holding on to his knees, I hump against him until he regains control, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me down. He rolls us over so he’s on top of me, balancing on his elbows so he doesn’t crush me.

Our mouths crash together as our bodies move in perfect rhythm. My cock swells and my traitor asshole clenches, but that’s not happening. Indy digs his fingers into my flesh everywhere he touches before biting the meaty part of my shoulder as he moans.

A waterfall of dirty words and phrases threaten to spill out of me, but I hold back, unsure of his reaction. I don’t want to blow this moment.

“Fuck, Salem,” he breathes, hot and heavy in my ear. “Your body is amazing.”

“I’m so close.” I buck into him, desperate for release as I claw at his back.

“I can’t wait to see you come.” He raises his head to hold my gaze. “And taste you.”

My stomach flutters and I squeeze my eyes shut to avoid the heated look in his. He’s just too much. Too sexy, too perfect. And one thing is for sure—I’m never falling for it again. Nope. Sex is sex. Everything else is bullshit.

A stinging sensation spreads through me, drawing my eyes open again, and I realize Indy is sucking marks into my skin. Fucking guy. How does he know being marked is my sexual kryptonite?

“Gonna come.” He grunts, grinding his hips into me.

Our cocks knock together, and my balls draw tight to my body. I’m almost there too. I tangle my fingers in his hair, throwing my head back as I finally fall over the edge.

“Indy,” I moan. “Oh, fuck, Indy.”

“That’s right, beautiful. Give it all to me.”

His grip around me tightens and his cock jerks before pulsing against me, spilling hot, sticky cum on my stomach to mix with mine. We rub together for a few more seconds, hot and smelling of sex, before he collapses on me and buries his face in the crook of my neck. I keep my arms wrapped around him too, enjoying the after-sex bliss.

My mind is hazy and relaxed, my body boneless. This is good. This is better than I’ve felt in a long time, and I want more.

When he shifts, I’m expecting him to make it clear it’s time for me to leave, but what he says next is a true shock.

“Stay for a while. I’m not done with you yet.”

It’s not a request, but the kind of demand that only a dumbass would decline. I’m a lot of things, but a dumbass isn’t one of them.

“I can stay.”

NINE

INDIANA

I return to the bedroom with a soapy cloth and hand it over to Salem. A sexy smirk dances on his lips.

“What a gentleman.”

I laugh, falling onto the bed beside him. “No one likes crusty cum on their skin.”

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