Page 51 of Whiskey Neat

Salem swallows around me, drawing another obscene sound from me, and without thinking about it, I start to pump my hips. He nods, his eyes filled with the desire I feel too. Damn, this man is stunning with my dick in his mouth.

The closer I get to the orgasm I need, the more my mouth waters, desperate for a taste of him too.

“Get ready, gorgeous. I can’t wait to feel you on my tongue.”

His eyelids flutter and he moans around my cock, sending vibrations and sparks of electricity through me. Usually, the closer I get to coming, the more aggressive I get, but there’s something about Salem that soothes me and makes me want to savor each experience with him.

He digs his fingers into my knees, expertly sliding his mouth up and down my shaft, sending me into the stratosphere when he gently massages my tightening balls.

“Oh fuck,” I grunt, pumping my hips. “Salem.”

He doubles down, sliding my length as far down his throat as possible, and when I come, it’s like I’ve never come before in my life, every one of my senses focused on his warm mouth. He moans and hums around me, milking me completely and swallowing every drop, and when I’m finally drained, he leans back on his heels, grinning and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

I’m fucking wrecked, splayed out on the steps and gasping for air. A thousand thoughts fly through my mind until they slow and settle on one.

There’s no fucking way I’m anywhere close to done with Salem.

SIXTEEN

SALEM

I rest my head on Indy’s warm thigh, and while I enjoyed every second of his perfect cock in my mouth, I know the moment is coming any second now where he disappoints me. It’s a tale as old as time. Hot guy gets off, then either makes a half-assed offer to take care of me, or worse, finds a way to avoid it completely.

My cock is throbbing almost painfully, and my traitorous hole aches with need. I want so desperately to be filled by a flesh and blood man, but I can’t let myself go there again, especially not with a man like Indy, who I’ll have to see every day after he gets what he wants and discards me.

Sure, he hasn’t acted like a douche at all, but it’s not my first rodeo. I’ve been with guys for months before their true colors made an unwelcome appearance. I want to believe that’s not who he is, but I won’t let myself be tricked again.

When he blows out a breath and shifts his weight, I brace for the blow off or the lame offer or whatever bullshit is coming next, but I’m not expecting his strong arm to hook around mine and gently pull me up to where he’s sitting.

Indy gazes into my eyes with his lips parted, his expression speaking silent words I don’t understand. He slides his hand behind my neck, pulling me into another heated kiss. I drape my arms around his neck, rubbing my clothed body against his half-naked one.

This kiss is… different from the others before it. It’s claiming, possessive, full of heat. Does this mean he’s still turned on?

His hand moves from my neck down my back and inside my jeans, while the other unbuttons them. “You don’t have to,” I whisper, then silently scold myself for saying something so stupid.

“Shut up, beautiful.” He nips my bottom lip. “Nothing could stop me from tasting you, so don’t even try.”

I nod like a bobble head as his kiss moves to my neck. The next thing I know, he’s got me pressed against the opposite wall while he slides down two steps. He tugs my jeans down, moaning and actually licking his lips when he sees my panties.

“Fucking hell, Salem.”

“You like them?”

He nods, his eyes hooded with lust. “Did they cost a lot?”

“Uh, no, not these. Why?”

A sexy smirk tugs at his lips as he reaches out and tears the delicate lace and satin from my body, making a point to lift them to his nose and inhale before stuffing them in the front pocket of his jeans.

My stomach flutters and I swallow hard. My nipples harden under my t-shirt and I lift it up to tweak them. Indy notices and immediately moves to suck them, nearly sending me through the roof.

“Stand,” he orders, and I scramble to my feet, gripping the railing for support.

Indy dots my thighs with kisses and tiny love bites, before nuzzling my balls. I watch him, nearly holding my breath, until he closes his mouth over my cock.

A sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh bubbles out of me when Indy lifts one of my legs and effortlessly tosses it over his shoulder. In this obscene position, Indy makes it his mission to turn me inside out, switching between my balls, my cock, and massaging my ass cheeks.

Fuck, I wish I had it in me to beg him to bend me over and fuck me senseless, but there’s just no way I can. Not with him. It could ruin everything, and this thing between us is too good, whatever it is.

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