Page 89 of Whiskey Neat

“Someday we’ll fuck bare,” he says. “You’ll spill inside me and I’ll have your cum dripping out of me.”

“Fucking hell.”

“You’d like that, huh? Then you could claim me. Do you want that?”

I nod, biting my bottom lip as my balls draw close to my body and my stomach tightens.

“Good. I want that too. I’m not letting you go, sweet thing. You need to know that.”

Confusion washes over me for a second, but I try to push it back. He’s talking shit because he’s turned on. He doesn’t mean anything by it.

“I’m close,” I grunt. “So close.”

“Mm hmm. Give it to me.”

He reaches between us, lying flat again as he strokes his cock. The image of Indy beneath me with my cock buried inside him and his swelling and leaking precum is one I’ll never forget.

“Fuck yeah,” Indy moans. “Oh fuck, Salem. Gonna come.” The first spurt of his thick cum shoots straight into the air, and that’s the final strike for me.

I shout his name as my entire body tenses. I come so hard that all I can do is twitch and moan as I empty inside the stupid condom. But I can still feel Indy’s body heat and the way he clenches around me. His fingers dig into my ass hard enough to leave bruises, and god, I hope he leaves bruises. His head is thrown back as his hips roll with every burst of cum he spills.

My cock begins to soften and slip from inside him, drawing another moan from my lips as I pull out. Without hesitation, Indy draws me into his arms and kisses me so hard I can’t catch my breath. Our tongues twist together as he wraps around me, rubbing his release into our skin.

Eventually we come down from the wildest high I’ve ever had, and Indy chuckles.

“What’s funny?”

“Oh nothing. Just me spending forty fucking years avoiding something that could feel that good.” He tilts his face. “But I have a feeling it was that good because it was with you.”

I know my bottom lip is quivering with emotions I don’t dare express. Will he really never let me go? How do I trust him not to destroy me? Does it even matter anymore? I’m so far into this there’s no way I could walk away unscathed.

“What’s on your mind?” Indy asks.

“A lot. Everything.”

“Talk to me.” He cups my face. “You can trust me.”

I nod, thinking it over and realizing it’s time to reveal the one thing I never intended to tell Indy, but at this point, I’m screwed regardless.

“I want to tell you something.”

“I’m all ears.”

I exhale slowly, tilting my head back and twisting my neck back and forth. Indy holds my hand.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing.” I clear my throat. Ironically, that’s kind of what’s wrong. “I think I’m ready to say this.”

“Okay.” Rubbing my hip, Indy leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Take your time.”

The guy is too damn perfect, so here goes.

“It’s about the reason I don’t bottom anymore.”

THIRTY-ONE

INDIANA

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