Page 75 of Whiskey Neat

“Charmer.”

“I mean it, sweet thing. You’re delicious.”

I hum against his lips, nearly losing my grip on reality. He’s a sweet talker, and I’m a sucker for that, but I can’t let myself fall and fuck this up. It’s too good.

“I should get back to what I was doing before. Lowen has expectations.”

Indy chuckles, gently pulling away and adjusting his cock through his jeans. My mouth practically waters at the sight, and it takes all my strength to resist falling to my knees and worshipping at the altar of Indy’s dick.

As he leaves the office, I have to take a minute to compose myself. The longer this goes on, the harder it will be when it’s over, but that’s a problem for future me. Present me is having too much fun.

TWENTY-FOUR

SALEM

A hot shower after a day like today is exactly what I need. The only thing that would make it better is Indy washing me down with his big hands. As I tilt my head back and let the water flow over me, my mind conjures images of Indy naked, and the way his eyes darken and heat as he strokes his cock, or the hunger on his face when he touches me.

My own cock hardens and swells as ripples of desire flow through me. It isn’t long before I slide my hand down my torso and begin stroking myself, but the closer I get to the edge, the emptier I feel. I look over my shoulder to my bedroom and make a quick decision.

After shutting the water off, I head straight to my bed, still wet, and rifle through my nightstand to retrieve my new dildo and a bottle of lube. Flopping on the bed, I close my eyes and recall Indy’s scent and the heat of his kiss. I swear my hole actually clenches with need. If I’m not brave enough to ask Indy to fuck me, at least I have my imagination to help me out.

I lube my fingers first before shoving them roughly inside my hole, grunting with relief as my cock jerks with every in and out stroke. Visions of Indy trailing kisses down my body and eating me out play through my mind, and I spill precum as moans flow out of me.

The fingers definitely aren’t enough, so I get the dildo in position to ride it. Wide base for the win. On my knees with one hand gripping the wrought iron headboard, I lower myself down on the thick, realistic silicone dick, pretending it’s Indy with every inch that invades my insides.

I know Indy would be more pliable, warmer, and his fingers would dig into my hips. He’d groan with pleasure as I unabashedly whimpered and begged him to wreck me. I pinch one of my nipples as I slide myself up and down, taking a little bit more with each downward stroke. I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming or moaning Indy’s name.

Once my muscles relax and fully accept the intrusion, I let loose, going hard to chase the orgasm I desperately need with Indy’s name all over it. Sweat beads and goose bumps break out across my skin, and the squishy sound of the dildo sliding in and out reminds me of what we sound like grinding together.

My knees hurt and my arms are shaking by the time I reach the edge, falling over with a moan I swallow down as I rock myself to pure bliss. I can see Indy’s sexy smile, his pleased expression at making me come undone, his greedy hands scooping up my cum to taste me again.

My body clenches again with that image, my cock jerking with the last dribbles of my release, until I fall forward, gently sliding off the dildo and burying my face in my pillow. If imaginary Indy could make me feel that good, the man himself would steal my sanity. I want him so badly right now that my stomach twists itself into knots.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I am so screwed.

I lie in bed for who knows how long, staring at the ceiling and desperate for any solution to my obsession with the man that doesn’t involve me begging him to fuck me, but I’m coming up blank. I jump out of my skin when my phone buzzes across the nightstand, and I grab it quickly, my heart fluttering when I see Indy’s name.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sweet thing.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. He’s so fucking sexy. “Hey.”

“Whatcha doing?”

‘Desperately looking for where I left my chill after fucking my own brains out and imagining it was you’ doesn’t seem like the right answer.

“Resting after a shower. You?”

“Mmm. Are you naked?”

“Yep.”

“Fuck,” he whispers. “I know what a pretty sight that is.”

A smile pulls at my lips, but I summon my safety snark. “Did you call just to blow sunshine up my ass, or did you need something?”

“Has anyone ever tried to spank that snark out of you?”

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