21. Indiana
TWENTY-ONE
INDIANA
It’s been hours since the kiss this morning, and not an ounce of want has dissipated. I’ve been standing at the bar watching Salem flit around the place, talking first with Lowen and then Oakley, and Jack’s attention on him is slowly making my blood boil.
Everywhere Salem goes, Jack’s eyes follow. I even caught him licking his lips at one point. Not that I’m one to preach about professionalism, but come on, dude.
I simmer with barely contained rage, and it’s not at all lost on me that I haven’t shaken my jealousy issue when it comes to Salem.
“Dude,” Ridley says, slapping my back. “If looks could kill, yo.”
“I don’t like how he looks at Salem,” I grumble, not bothering to act cool in front of Rid. “It’s predatory.”
“He gives me the ick too, but Salem is a big boy. He can handle himself.”
“Yeah.” I tear my gaze away from the offending worker. “I need something else to do besides eye-stalking Salem. ”
“What happened to your detached approach?”
I blow out a breath and chuckle. “I don’t fucking know. It’s so weird how Salem affects me. We haven’t even fucked.”
Ridley pulls his head back. “Are you sure about that?”
“We’ve had sex, but we haven’t fucked.”
“Ah. May I suggest you don’t? If he’s got you acting like this already, you might totally lose it if you have more.”
“Right? He’s the most addictive person I’ve ever met.” I can only imagine what it would feel like to sink inside him. My cock twitches with interest, and I grunt. Dammit.
Ridley chuckles. “Wouldn’t it be easier just to admit you’re into him?”
“I haven’t denied that.”
My friend shakes his head, giving me a pitying look. “Poor, beautiful Indy. You have no idea what’s happening, do you?”
“What are you talking about?”
He squeezes my shoulder. “You’ll figure it out. You’re more than just a pretty face and a hot body.”
I scoff, playfully shoving his chest. “Ass.”
Ridley laughs. “Hey, guess what?”
“What?”
“I have a hair appointment tonight. Being back here makes me feel young again.”
“Yeah? What are you doing?”
“You’ll see. There’s a new salon on Bird Street. Doesn’t hurt that the guy doing my hair is cute. I’m angling for a date.”
“Good luck, man.”
Ridley salutes me. “You too.”
He bounces off, leaving me alone with my thoughts. “I don’t need luck,” I mumble. Salem’s laughter draws my attention across the room, where he’s talking to Oakley and Lowen. Jack lingers nearby, of course, and a sudden urge to claim and mark Salem takes over. Never mind that he isn’t actually mine to claim.
I stomp over to them, gripping Salem’s arm. He gazes up at me, the smile still lingering on his lips, his pretty blue-green eyes shimmering like jewels.
“I need to speak with you in the office.”
“Yes, sir,” he says, softly, allowing me to lead him away.
Still holding his arm, I guide him to the office, and once inside, I shut the door and press him against it. Playful heat dances in his eyes as I rub my growing erection into his body.
“Did I do something wrong, boss?” he asks, the picture of innocence.
Instead of speaking, I go straight for his neck, kissing and biting his soft flesh. Salem moans, tangling his fingers in my hair. I suck his skin, intentionally leaving a mark, my chest filling with possessive pride when he doesn’t bother to stop me.
“Mmm, don’t know what’s causing this, but okay,” Salem murmurs, humping against any part of me his body touches. “You want other people to know that you’re sleeping with me?”
“Fuck,” I whisper, nipping his jawline before spinning him around and pushing him against the desk. I dry hump his pert ass as images of my cock inside him fill my head. “You’re so sexy.”
The sound of his zipper sliding down reaches me, and I react quickly, following his lead. I tug his jeans down, revealing black panties, his pale skin peeking through the lace.
“Fucking hell, Salem.”
He twerks a little as he grips the desk. “You like?”
I squeeze the globes of his ass. “I want to lose myself there.”
He moans, still bouncing his ass. Unable to control myself, I drop to my knees and bury my face between his legs, reaching around to rub his cock through the panties .
“Oh fuck, Indy.” He pants as I pull his panties to the side and drag my tongue over his fluttering hole. “You’re so bad.”
“I know.” I bite his ass cheek just hard enough to leave my teeth marks. “I can’t resist you. You’re too fucking sexy.”
His panties are damp and sticky with his precum, and the warm, subtly sweet scent of his body makes my head swim. I get to my feet and pull my jeans down enough to release my cock. Then I’m on him, kissing his neck and shoulder as I rub against him.
The friction is rough, given the lack of lube, but I can’t make myself stop. Salem reaches forward, searching for something in the drawer and producing a small white bottle.
“Lotion,” he grunts.
“That works.”
I open the bottle and pour a huge glob of it on my hand before slathering my cock and his crease with it. Oh fuck yeah, that’s it.
I wrap my arms around Salem, lifting him enough that he’s pressed against me, and then I just go to town, grinding my cock into him, both of us moaning every time the head of my cock catches his rim.
Salem is gripping my hands, working his ass against me, and there’s nothing in the world that could convince me this man doesn’t enjoy bottoming, but maybe that’s just my greedy, lust-filled wishes talking.
Salem launches himself out of my arms and grips the edge of the desk, hoisting himself up and lifting his hips to put his ass in the air. I massage his cheeks, pulling them apart to gaze at his gorgeous pink hole.
“Fuck, Salem.”
“Make me dirty, Indy. Get your cum all over me. Make me smell like you the rest of the day.”
I grab his hips and slam our bodies together. He rides my cock as best he can in this position, each of us chasing the orgasm we both clearly need.
As my balls tighten and my stomach contracts, I throw my head back for just a second before I force my eyes open. I want to see my cock spill cum all over his pretty skin, marking him in a way only he and I know about.
“Salem,” I grunt as I finally reach the edge, tumbling over as I dig my fingers into his hips. Trembling and with my knees shaking, I smile as hot ropes of cum spray across his back and dribble down his crack.
I rub against him until my climax subsides, and even though I want to collapse on the floor, I flip him over, smacking his hand away from his cock to take over. Falling to my knees, I close my mouth over him. Salem nearly shrieks, grabbing my shoulders as I suck him to completion.
His taste coats my tongue and my eyelids flutter. Fuck, this man tastes like candy or something. I suck him until he pushes away, shuddering with sensitivity. He slumps against the desk, and I lay my head on his thigh.
“Jesus,” he whispers after a few minutes of us catching our breath.
Nodding, I sit back on my bare ass, aware of the dust on the floor, but I don’t give a fuck. “I needed that.”
He laughs softly. “Apparently. Can I ask what caused it?”
“You. You caused it.” I glance up, noting the confusion on his face. “You turn me on. What can I say?”
Clambering to my feet, I tuck my cock back into my jeans, then look around for something to clean him up.
“I have tissues in my bag.”
“Cool.” I grab his bag from the chair and dig inside, finding the package, then I turn him over and gently wipe him clean.
His skin is red and marked from my beard, my teeth, and my mouth, and my chest swells with a strange pride. We’ll walk out there and Jack will get the fucking message that Salem is not his to even fucking look at it.
I pause for a second, taken aback by my own feral thoughts. It would almost be comical if it weren’t so fucking weird. We’re not exclusive. Salem can do whatever he wants, so why does that thought make me feel sick to my stomach?
As if reading my mind, Salem twists around and pats my chest. “I’m not interested in Jack.”
I’m silent as I watch him compose himself again. “I don’t know why, but I don’t like him or the way he looks at you.”
“Fair. He’s a little creepy.” Salem leans in, rising on his toes to press a kiss to my mouth. “But I would never do anything with him even if he was the second hottest man on the planet.”
“Second hottest?”
“The top spot is already taken. Maybe you’ve seen him when you look in the mirror.”
Chuckling, I card my fingers through his hair to fix it. “Is it wrong that I think you look even hotter with my marks on you?”
“It’s a little caveman of you, but I’m not mad about it. It’s okay with me if everyone in the city knows Indy Hart wants me in his bed.”
“And wherever else I can get my hands on you.”
A pretty smile spreads across his face. “You’re good for a man’s ego.”
“You’re worthy of praise.” I cup his chin, lifting his face slightly. “I don’t take it for granted that you want to do this with me.”
He scoffs a laugh. “You’re too much sometimes. Has anyone in their life ever said no to you?”
“Doesn’t matter. You said yes.”
Salem exhales slowly, dragging his hands down my chest. “I should get back to work before the boss notices I’m slacking off during company time.”
I laugh at that. “I’ll cover for you.”
“Ooh, thank you. What a perk.” He kisses me again. “See ya later, Indy.”
I watch him leave, still wondering where I left my chill. At least I didn’t embarrass myself this time and ask him to stay or go out to eat. It was just sex. Just blowing off some steam, and that’s good enough for both of us.