8. Salem
EIGHT
SALEM
I can’t believe Indy lives in this old house. I stand on the front landing, waiting for him to answer and remembering all the times my friends and I played near here when I was young. Every kid in town thought it was haunted and empty until we caught sight of the reclusive man who actually lived here. I wonder how Indy came to live here.
The door opens and my thoughts stutter to a stop like a record scratch. His hair is damp and he’s shirtless, dressed only in a pair of jeans that hang low on his hips. His chest and belly are covered in hair that looks amazingly soft. My mouth waters and my cock twitches in my jeans.
“Hi, Indy.”
“Hey. Come on in.”
I step over the threshold as he moves to the side. The inside is… well, a disaster. Dingy sheets cover the furniture, and the main room is littered with paint cans and boxes.
“I’m dying to know why you live here.”
Indy chuckles. “Ridley’s great uncle owned it and left it to him when he passed recently. Obviously, it’s seen better days. We plan to renovate it.”
“Old man Beckett was Ridley’s great uncle?”
“Yep. It looks like shit but the bones are still good. The foundation is strong and there’s only a few plumbing repairs to make. Everything else is cosmetic.”
I nod, looking up at the coffered ceilings. “It could be beautiful again.”
“Hope so. We have one of the world’s best interior designers and a top-rated contractor to make it happen.”
“How did you get a fancy designer to come to Willow Bay?”
He grins, leaning against the banister of the staircase. “It’s Lowen.”
I tilt my head. “Really?”
“Yeah. He went to Paris after we graduated and blew up over there. He was designing for celebrities, the ultra-rich, even a few massive commercial projects.”
“I’m shook. Why exactly is he here now?”
“Long story that isn’t mine to share.”
I scrunch my nose. “Eww. Tragic backstory.”
“Pretty much.” His eyes roam up and down my body before settling on my face again. “Want to go upstairs?”
“Lead the way.”
He gestures for me to follow him up the stairs, his bare feet leaving prints in the dust. Why are his feet hot? They’re sexier than they have any right to be.
“You’re all going to live here together?”
Indy nods, glancing over his shoulder as we reach the landing. “Lowen’s idea is to rearrange the space so that we all have our own bedroom suites with plenty of buffer between rooms. We’re close enough as friends that it’ll work.”
“I can’t even imagine having friends like that. ”
“No one you’re close to?”
I shake my head. “I’ve always kept my distance from people. It’s just easier.”
Indy pauses, turning to face me. I’m waiting for that pity look people always get with me, but instead he nods. “I get it.”
“Do you?”
“Other than these guys, I’m pretty much the same, and they forced themselves on me.” He grins. “I was younger when we met, obviously, and easier to get to know. They’ve stuck by me ever since.”
“Ride or die. I’m a little jealous.” I chuckle. “But it’s my own doing.” I wave my hand. “Anyway…”
Indy tilts his head toward a partially open door. I step inside, surprised to find it much cleaner. It’s very tidy and smells like bodywash and fresh laundry rather than the mustiness of the rest of the house.
The room is a decent size, but it’s the bed taking up most of the space that captures my attention. It’s piled high with thick bedding and lots of pillows. Color me surprised.
I kick off my shoes near the door and produce my sex shop purchase of condoms and lube from my messenger bag. Indy is standing in front of me, silently taking me in, and suddenly I feel like a gazelle at a watering hole being stalked by a lion. I’m not mad about it.
I hope he’s not planning on a lot of small talk. As far as I’m concerned, I’m here for a good time not a long time, and I intend to get right down to business.
I close the distance between us, straining my neck to gaze up at him and that spectacular jawline of his. My hands move to his muscular chest, and I smile as his eyes heat. Since I first saw him, I’ve fantasized about what his cock looks like and how it would feel on my tongue. If it matches the man it’s attached to, it’s a beast .
Nuzzling his chin with my lips, I reach between us and open his jeans, sliding my hand in to grab a handful of hot, hard flesh, with no underwear to slow me down.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “You are so sexy.”
He raises my head by the chin, ghosting his lips over mine and sending shivers through me. Then his hand moves to the front of my neck, not squeezing, but applying just enough pressure. Memories of long-buried desires rush back, heating my body.
Indy is definitely the kind of man who could throw me around like a rag doll, but can I trust him enough to lower my guard? Not yet. Probably not ever.
I push his chest gently, putting some space between us, until his knees hit the bed and he topples back. He grins as I tug my shirt over my head and shimmy out of my jeans. I wore my favorite black lace thong because I swear it gives me superpowers.
Indy’s lips part and he exhales slowly as his cock visibly bounces.
“You like lingerie, Indy?”
“I sure do, gorgeous. You have a lot of it?”
I nod, dragging my hand down my stomach. “Tons. I wear it every day. It’s my secret.”
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Come here.”
“Patience.” I push his knees apart by stepping between them. He still has his jeans on, but with his cock out, he looks like a centerfold in a dirty magazine. I’d pin him on my wall. “I’m on PrEP. You?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
“Goody.” I sink to my knees and kiss the inside of his thigh before rubbing my face all over his balls and cock. He smells like bodywash and something else. Something earthy and rich, maybe leather. It’s all man, but like, the best version of that scent.
He folds his arms under his head to get a view of me, and a thousand dirty images flit through my mind. I wonder if he wants to see what I look like with his cock in my mouth as much as I want to feel it. One way to find out.
I drag my tongue up his shaft, pressing against it to feel the ripple of skin and veins as I pass. Indy’s cock is everything a guy like me could hope for. Thick but not ridiculous, not too long, and blessed homo gods, uncut.
My mouth waters as I work my way back to the tip, swirling my tongue over it to catch the precum. Indy’s moan vibrates through me, but before I can really blow his mind, he reaches under my arms and drags me up his body.
His hand on the back of my neck is possessive and demanding as he draws our mouths together. I’m not a huge fan of kissing, honestly, but Indy’s hot mouth is an instant addiction as he tangles his tongue around mine.
I melt into his big body, running my hands over all the flesh I can get to and grinding against him. The height difference is probably comical, but you can make anything happen when you’re horizontal.
Indy grunts and moans as he kisses me, his free hand moving down my back to my ass and squeezing hard. Yes, sir, leave those fingerprint bruises. Our kisses alternate from deep and heated to soft and almost delicate, but when he tears his mouth from mine and moves to my neck, I nearly jump out of my body from the sensation of his scruffy beard on my soft skin.
“Indy,” I moan, rubbing against him.
“What, sexy?” He nips at my jaw. “Fuck, you taste good. Smell good. Look good.”
He attacks my mouth again while I grope the bedding for the sex shop bag. I find it, digging through it while I lose myself in Indy’s kiss. While I fumble to get the lube bottle open, his hand slides under the waistline of my panties, pulling at it but releasing it before it tears. He finally pulls them down and tugs at his own jeans to reveal more skin.
I pour lube between us, then stroke our dicks together while Indy looks at me with hazy eyes.
“I knew it,” he says.
“What?”
“You’d look beautiful after my kiss. Puffy lips and beard burn suit you.”
I roll my eyes, but a smile tugs at my lips. “Okay, sexy boy.” I rub back and forth, knocking my erection into his. It’s my turn to show him what I’m made of.
He’s used to being ‘the man’ in bed, that much is obvious, but he’s never been with me before. Lying flat, I rub up and down like I’m riding a surfboard. Indy’s lips part as he tries to grab my ass every time I’m close enough.
After a few minutes, he lets me take charge, moving his hands to my hips as I sit up and straddle him. We topple onto our sides, and he draws me in for another toe-curling kiss. I throw my leg over his hip so we make even more contact. Even this isn’t enough though, so I shift again, pushing onto my knees and grabbing his ankle to spread his legs wider.
His eyes go wide and an amused smirk plays on his lips as I settle in and grind our cocks together. His heavy balls make my mouth water, and I wish I’d played more before I coated us in sticky lube.
Holding on to his knees, I hump against him until he regains control, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me down. He rolls us over so he’s on top of me, balancing on his elbows so he doesn’t crush me.
Our mouths crash together as our bodies move in perfect rhythm. My cock swells and my traitor asshole clenches, but that’s not happening. Indy digs his fingers into my flesh everywhere he touches before biting the meaty part of my shoulder as he moans.
A waterfall of dirty words and phrases threaten to spill out of me, but I hold back, unsure of his reaction. I don’t want to blow this moment.
“Fuck, Salem,” he breathes, hot and heavy in my ear. “Your body is amazing.”
“I’m so close.” I buck into him, desperate for release as I claw at his back.
“I can’t wait to see you come.” He raises his head to hold my gaze. “And taste you.”
My stomach flutters and I squeeze my eyes shut to avoid the heated look in his. He’s just too much. Too sexy, too perfect. And one thing is for sure—I’m never falling for it again. Nope. Sex is sex. Everything else is bullshit.
A stinging sensation spreads through me, drawing my eyes open again, and I realize Indy is sucking marks into my skin. Fucking guy. How does he know being marked is my sexual kryptonite?
“Gonna come.” He grunts, grinding his hips into me.
Our cocks knock together, and my balls draw tight to my body. I’m almost there too. I tangle my fingers in his hair, throwing my head back as I finally fall over the edge.
“Indy,” I moan. “Oh, fuck, Indy.”
“That’s right, beautiful. Give it all to me.”
His grip around me tightens and his cock jerks before pulsing against me, spilling hot, sticky cum on my stomach to mix with mine. We rub together for a few more seconds, hot and smelling of sex, before he collapses on me and buries his face in the crook of my neck. I keep my arms wrapped around him too, enjoying the after-sex bliss.
My mind is hazy and relaxed, my body boneless. This is good. This is better than I’ve felt in a long time, and I want more.
When he shifts, I’m expecting him to make it clear it’s time for me to leave, but what he says next is a true shock.
“Stay for a while. I’m not done with you yet.”
It’s not a request, but the kind of demand that only a dumbass would decline. I’m a lot of things, but a dumbass isn’t one of them.
“I can stay.”