24. Salem
TWENTY-FOUR
SALEM
A hot shower after a day like today is exactly what I need. The only thing that would make it better is Indy washing me down with his big hands. As I tilt my head back and let the water flow over me, my mind conjures images of Indy naked, and the way his eyes darken and heat as he strokes his cock, or the hunger on his face when he touches me.
My own cock hardens and swells as ripples of desire flow through me. It isn’t long before I slide my hand down my torso and begin stroking myself, but the closer I get to the edge, the emptier I feel. I look over my shoulder to my bedroom and make a quick decision.
After shutting the water off, I head straight to my bed, still wet, and rifle through my nightstand to retrieve my new dildo and a bottle of lube. Flopping on the bed, I close my eyes and recall Indy’s scent and the heat of his kiss. I swear my hole actually clenches with need. If I’m not brave enough to ask Indy to fuck me, at least I have my imagination to help me out.
I lube my fingers first before shoving them roughly inside my hole, grunting with relief as my cock jerks with every in and out stroke. Visions of Indy trailing kisses down my body and eating me out play through my mind, and I spill precum as moans flow out of me.
The fingers definitely aren’t enough, so I get the dildo in position to ride it. Wide base for the win. On my knees with one hand gripping the wrought iron headboard, I lower myself down on the thick, realistic silicone dick, pretending it’s Indy with every inch that invades my insides.
I know Indy would be more pliable, warmer, and his fingers would dig into my hips. He’d groan with pleasure as I unabashedly whimpered and begged him to wreck me. I pinch one of my nipples as I slide myself up and down, taking a little bit more with each downward stroke. I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming or moaning Indy’s name.
Once my muscles relax and fully accept the intrusion, I let loose, going hard to chase the orgasm I desperately need with Indy’s name all over it. Sweat beads and goose bumps break out across my skin, and the squishy sound of the dildo sliding in and out reminds me of what we sound like grinding together.
My knees hurt and my arms are shaking by the time I reach the edge, falling over with a moan I swallow down as I rock myself to pure bliss. I can see Indy’s sexy smile, his pleased expression at making me come undone, his greedy hands scooping up my cum to taste me again.
My body clenches again with that image, my cock jerking with the last dribbles of my release, until I fall forward, gently sliding off the dildo and burying my face in my pillow. If imaginary Indy could make me feel that good, the man himself would steal my sanity. I want him so badly right now that my stomach twists itself into knots.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I am so screwed.
I lie in bed for who knows how long, staring at the ceiling and desperate for any solution to my obsession with the man that doesn’t involve me begging him to fuck me, but I’m coming up blank. I jump out of my skin when my phone buzzes across the nightstand, and I grab it quickly, my heart fluttering when I see Indy’s name.
“Hello?”
“Hey, sweet thing.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. He’s so fucking sexy. “Hey.”
“Whatcha doing?”
‘Desperately looking for where I left my chill after fucking my own brains out and imagining it was you’ doesn’t seem like the right answer.
“Resting after a shower. You?”
“Mmm. Are you naked?”
“Yep.”
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I know what a pretty sight that is.”
A smile pulls at my lips, but I summon my safety snark. “Did you call just to blow sunshine up my ass, or did you need something?”
“Has anyone ever tried to spank that snark out of you?”
Oh great. Now I’m going to imagine Indy pulling me over his lap and spanking me. “I’m not into daddies.”
“Good thing. Your ass would be red and sore all the time.”
I laugh. “Truth.”
“I didn’t need anything,” he says after a few beats. “I guess I was just checking in and making sure you’re okay after what happened this morning. Like, for real. You can let your guard down with me.”
Can I? I rub my forehead. “I promise I’m good. Jack didn’t do anything but piss me off.”
“He’s so fucking lucky I know how to keep my cool now. Back in the day, I would’ve pounded his face in.”
“I’m glad it didn’t come to that. He isn’t worth it. ”
“No, I guess not. Besides, you can clearly take care of yourself.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, well, I took some self-defense classes since I’m not the biggest guy. Men always thought they could manhandle me just because I’m petite. I got sick of it.”
“Smart and very impressive.”
“Thanks, Indy.”
Silence lingers between us, unspoken energy flowing through the phone lines. I’m dying to know what he’s thinking, so I summon the nerve to ask.
“Did you want to say something else?”
Indy huffs a laugh. “Uh, yeah, I guess I did.”
“Okay.”
“At the risk of embarrassing myself, I think I wanted you to know that I can’t stop thinking about you.”
My stomach does a somersault while my chest flutters. “That’s not embarrassing. It’s… sweet.”
“Mm hmm. Any chance I’m not alone?”
I close my eyes for a second to compose myself so I don’t blurt out all the weird things in my head. He admitted something, so I should too. It’s only fair.
“You’re not. Promise.”
He blows out a breath. “Cool. Enjoy dinner with your folks, huh?”
“Thanks. What are you doing tonight?”
“Setting up a makeshift kitchenette in the basement so we can have coffee and some basics in the morning while the crew is working upstairs.”
“It must be hard living in that kind of environment.”
“Eh, I’ve had worse apartments.”
We both laugh at that.
“Same.”
“See you tomorrow, sweet thing. ”
“Bye, Indy.”
After ending the call, I flop back on the mattress, even more fucked up than I was. Why does he have to be sweet too? Why can’t he just be a dick with an amazing dick? This would be so much easier if I didn’t like him as a person.
My phone rings again and I smile, hoping Indy forgot to tell me something, but it’s an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Is this Salem?”
“Yeah.”
“Hey. It’s Jackson. I wasn’t sure this was your number.”
“How did you get it?”
“The school alumni directory had it listed as a potential contact number.”
I scrunch my nose. Ugh. “What’s up?”
“I was hoping maybe we could meet up for coffee or something?”
“Why?”
“Just to catch up. We used to be friends once.”
“Oh were we? I forgot since you acted like you didn’t know me.”
He exhales in a huff. “I deserve that, but it was a long time ago and I’d love the chance to explain.”
“Explain? I’m really clear on why it happened.”
“I see you’re just as stubborn as you were.”
I almost laugh at that. “Yep.”
“Please? An hour of your time?”
All the hurt and abandonment I felt when Jackson deserted me returns, as fresh as if it were yesterday, but maybe facing it would help me put it to rest once and for all.
“Okay, Jackson. Stop by the bar tomorrow and we can go grab coffee.”
“Great. Cool. Okay, see you then.”
“Yep.”
I end the call and force myself to get dressed. Talking to Jackson again wasn’t on my bingo card, but whatever. It would be nice to let go of some of the hostility I carry around, and maybe meeting with him will help me do that. Or he’ll piss me off and I’ll level up the hostile ladder.
For now, I need to put him and Indy out of my head and focus on my family dinner.