Page 50 of Whiskey Neat

Salem laughs, pressing his forehead to my arm. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

We turn the corner to the house, and I’m wondering if sex is the wrong move now when he’s feeling raw. But if we don’t do that, what do we do? Talk? Ugh.

“Can I ask you something?”

I nod. “Yep.”

“How did you know you liked guys too?”

I chuckle as memories rush back. “It was easy. From a young age I always wanted to be around guys doing guy shit like football, or mowing the lawn or painting houses with no shirts on. I would get a fucking chub around construction workers. We’d be watching a TV show or a movie and a man would step out of the shower or some shit with a towel around his waist and I had to use a couch pillow to hide that I was turned on. It was obvious to me.”

“And it felt equal to girls?”

“Not equal. It took me longer to find out I was attracted to women. It was high school before I was interested in having sex with a girl.” I glance at him just as we arrive at the house. “Over time I realized I’m attracted to men and certain types of women.”

He nods, pausing as I unlock the door and open it.

“How did you tell people?”

“I didn’t. My folks were like ‘oh, you’re dating a boy. Oh, now you’re dating a girl. Now a boy again. Got it.’”

He laughs softly. “Why does that fit your vibe so much?”

I laugh. “I refused to come out. Fuck that.”

“Your parents were okay with it?”

I shrug. “They sort of ignored it. My sister asked me point blank if I was bi, I said yes, and that ended it. I’ve never cared what people think of me or my life choices.”

“Must be nice.”

I wrap my arms around him, smiling as he tilts his head back to gaze up at me. “Do you want to go upstairs, gorgeous?”

His eyes heat as he slowly nods. “Yeah, Indy, I do.”

I kiss him before I release him, and he seems to melt into me. I’m dying to know why this gorgeous man with subby bossy bottom vibes is a stone-cold top, but I have a feeling asking is the equivalent of taking the lid off of a box he’s not ready to explore. At least not with me.

As I move back, he follows me, stealing soft, steamy kisses. I lean against the banister, pulling him into my arms again and indulging in the taste of his mouth, sweet and warm and eager.

“Fuck,” I whisper against his lips. “You’re so amazing, Salem.”

He laughs softly, sliding his hands down my chest to the button of my jeans. “Let me show you how amazing.”

I nod, gazing down at him as he undoes my jeans and tugs them off my hips. He sighs as he briefly rubs against me, pressing a kiss and a nibble to my jaw.

“You are an unbelievably sexy man,” he says before sinking his teeth into his plush bottom lip. “Almost unreal.”

“I’m real, beautiful.”

His smile is sweet, even shy as he slides down my body to his knees. I sigh, burying my fingers in his hair and twisting just slightly. Salem rubs his face against my thigh before blowing hot breath over my balls. My cock twitches and leaks, leaving me slightly off balance.

“Mmm,” Salem murmurs. “So responsive.” He looks up at me, seductive but somehow innocent at the same time, as his pink tongue darts out to moisten his lips. “Even your cock is perfect.”

Before I can find words for a reply, Salem drags his tongue over the underside of my cock, and I exhale, grabbing the railing for balance. I don’t have time to take a breath as Salem stops holding back and teasing me, sliding my entire length down his eager throat. He takes me to the hilt, rubbing his lips at the base as if to make a point. Sir, your point is clear as fuck.

Salem gags and slurps on my dick, digging his hands into my thighs until I scoot us back so I can sit on the steps. He pops off me long enough to grin and settle between my spread legs before diving back in and sucking my balls into his mouth.

“Jesus, fuck,” I moan. “Your mouth is heaven.”

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