Page 86 of Whiskey Neat

“I’m a big boy, Salem. I can handle it. If I hate it, we won’t do it again, and we go back to all the other ways we make each other feel good.”

I nod, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. I have to come clean. I have no choice now.

“I have a teeny tiny confession to make.”

His brow creases. “I’m listening.”

“I don’t have a ton of experience topping. Like, two times. I’m not sure I’m very good at it.”

His face softens and he nods. “That’s okay, sweet thing. I have zero experience bottoming. We’ll figure it out together, huh?”

“Okay.”

“If you want to. Be honest with me.”

“Oh, I want to.” I laugh nervously. “I really, really want to.”

“Well then, let’s have some fun.”

TWENTY-NINE

INDIANA

I did it. I asked for the one thing that equally scares and excites me. Salem looks a little nauseous, which I find cute as hell. All his bravado is out the window as he leads me by the hand to his bedroom.

As I sit on the edge of the bed, I watch him move around the room, turning on music and dimming the lights before joining me.

He laughs softly. “I feel like a virgin on prom night.”

“I think I’m the virgin in this equation.”

He turns to face me, his blue eyes filled with emotions he doesn’t voice. He’s nervous, yeah, but there’s something else there too. Something intriguing that I want him to put words to.

“I don’t know how to start,” he says.

“Yeah, you do, sweet thing. We’re gonna do what we always do, but we’re gonna take it another step. That’s all.” I nuzzle his neck under his ear, feeling his nerves dissipate as he rests his hands on my shoulders. “I can’t wait to feel you explore my body.”

“Indy.”

“Are you gonna eat my ass first? Or finger me first? Or both?” I take his hand and put it on my growing bulge. “I’m so turned on by you.”

Apparently I said the magic words, because Salem climbs onto my lap and attacks my mouth, grinding his erection into mine as best he can. From there, it’s a flash of clothes flying off, groping hands, and heated kisses until I find myself up against the headboard with my spicy nugget of a man rubbing my cock into his crease.

“Your skin is like silk,” I whisper before sucking a mark onto his neck. “I want to eat you sometimes.”

Salem giggles. “Cannibal.”

“Mm hmm. For you.”

“Well if you eat me I can’t suck your beautiful cock.”

“Good point.”

Salem winks as he glides down my body, settling between my legs, the familiar glimmer in his eyes returning. “Are you ready for this?”

“I am. I can’t think about anything else.”

He closes his eyes as he drags his tongue up my shaft. I hope he’s not planning to draw this out too much. Ever since I started playing with my hole and imagining it was Salem, the need for this to actually happen has plagued my thoughts. I look at him at work and think about what it would feel like. I’ve been edging myself for weeks.

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