16. 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.
“Can I taste your hole?” he murmurs, flicking his tongue over the tip of my cock. “I won’t do anything else, but I have to fucking taste you.”
Despite the tiny voice inside of me screaming no, I nod, filled with a desire strong enough to power a city.
Indy grips my thighs before sinking even lower and nibbling at my ass cheeks. When he can’t get what he wants, he spins me around, gently pushing my face to the wall so my ass juts out. I gasp in surprise, but the sound is cut off when Indy’s hot tongue licks a stripe across my fluttering hole.
For the love of Sephora. I have been missing out.
Indy eats my hole like it’s his favorite meal and I am fucking here for it. With my legs spread and face against the peeling wallpaper, I grind on his tongue, desperate to come but refusing to hurry this process along. It may never happen again.
Indy spreads my ass open, licking long, slow stripes across my hole as I whimper. I fucking whimper.
“That’s right, beautiful, just give in to the feeling. You are so incredible.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, telling myself not to fall for it, not to get sucked in by his pretty words and gorgeous face.
He flips me around again, swallowing my cock to the base and sucking like it’s his fucking job. I grip the railing, pumping my hips and bracing for the epic orgasm heading straight between my legs. My balls draw up and my stomach tightens, and as it hits, all I can do is cry out his name.
He grips my ass, holding me so close I wonder how he can breathe. His eyelids flutter as he swallows my release, continuing to suck until I flinch from the sensitivity. He pops off, but very gently tugs on my arm and pulls me into his lap. His cock is half hard again, but the look on his face is sated and happy.
I’m not sure what to do or say next. I don’t know what he’s thinking. Does he want me to leave? Are we going back to work like nothing happened?
“Salem,” he pants, still winded.
“Yeah?”
After a beat, he sits up slowly, still cradling me like a fragile doll. “I’m starving again. Want to get some dinner?”
I raise an eyebrow, confused for a second until the offer sinks in. “Uh, yeah, sure.”
He smiles, wrapping his strong fingers around my chin. “I have something else to say.”
I nod, even as a whirlwind of different emotions hits me.
“You told me we’re sexually incompatible, but you’re wrong. So damn wrong. I don’t know your past, and you don’t have to tell me, but I’m gonna say this.” He releases a shaky breath, revealing his own nerves. “Sex with you is unbelievable. If we’re not compatible, no one is, babe.”
My bottom lip quivers but I fight back the emotion. “For how long?”
“Let’s find out together.”
“What if it…” I exhale slowly. “What if it gets fucked up? Then what?”
“We’ll figure it out.” He slides his hand up and down my arm. “Or you can tell me right now that you’ve had all you want of me. I’ll let it go.”
He knows damn well anyone with a brain couldn’t walk away right now. “Would you really? If I said I was done, you’d say okay?”
A slight smirk tugs at his lips. “I’m not usually one to chase.”
“I imagine you’ve never had to.”
He gives me a slight nod. “But you called my bluff. I think you could make me chase.”
I scoff, trying to find the defenses he’s pushing past all too easily. “Why me? What makes me so special?”
“I don’t know yet,” he admits, and the candor is refreshing and kind of unnerving. I can tell he’s not feeding me bullshit. “But I want to find out.”
I drag my gaze away, landing on our half-naked bodies. The guys could walk in at any time, and somehow I don’t think I’d give a fuck.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Are you trying or am I chasing?”
The broken parts of me that have never had a man chase, and especially not one as incredible as Indy, kind of want to see what it would feel like, but I’m not a child anymore, and there’s a lot more satisfaction in willingly being in this man’s arms. Now I have to be brave enough to say the words.
His eyes soften as he rubs my back, somehow unlocking the final resistance.
“I…” I exhale. “I think I’d like to try.”