29. Indiana
TWENTY-NINE
INDIANA
I did it. I asked for the one thing that equally scares and excites me. Salem looks a little nauseous, which I find cute as hell. All his bravado is out the window as he leads me by the hand to his bedroom.
As I sit on the edge of the bed, I watch him move around the room, turning on music and dimming the lights before joining me.
He laughs softly. “I feel like a virgin on prom night.”
“I think I’m the virgin in this equation.”
He turns to face me, his blue eyes filled with emotions he doesn’t voice. He’s nervous, yeah, but there’s something else there too. Something intriguing that I want him to put words to.
“I don’t know how to start,” he says.
“Yeah, you do, sweet thing. We’re gonna do what we always do, but we’re gonna take it another step. That’s all.” I nuzzle his neck under his ear, feeling his nerves dissipate as he rests his hands on my shoulders. “I can’t wait to feel you explore my body.”
“Indy. ”
“Are you gonna eat my ass first? Or finger me first? Or both?” I take his hand and put it on my growing bulge. “I’m so turned on by you.”
Apparently I said the magic words, because Salem climbs onto my lap and attacks my mouth, grinding his erection into mine as best he can. From there, it’s a flash of clothes flying off, groping hands, and heated kisses until I find myself up against the headboard with my spicy nugget of a man rubbing my cock into his crease.
“Your skin is like silk,” I whisper before sucking a mark onto his neck. “I want to eat you sometimes.”
Salem giggles. “Cannibal.”
“Mm hmm. For you.”
“Well if you eat me I can’t suck your beautiful cock.”
“Good point.”
Salem winks as he glides down my body, settling between my legs, the familiar glimmer in his eyes returning. “Are you ready for this?”
“I am. I can’t think about anything else.”
He closes his eyes as he drags his tongue up my shaft. I hope he’s not planning to draw this out too much. Ever since I started playing with my hole and imagining it was Salem, the need for this to actually happen has plagued my thoughts. I look at him at work and think about what it would feel like. I’ve been edging myself for weeks.
As if reading my mind, Salem shoves my legs up and gently sucks my balls, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
“Fuck, babe,” I moan. “So good.”
He doesn’t respond with words, choosing instead to lave his tongue over my cock and balls, then spreading my cheeks apart. I shiver with anticipation.
“Wow,” Salem says. “Even better than I imagined.”
“You’ve thought about my asshole? ”
He laughs softly. “Every time I get myself off.”
“Fuck.”
“Mmm.” He drags his finger over my hole and I clench in response. “You smell like your bodywash and something else. Something all man. All you.”
“Salem.”
“What, baby? Are you desperate for me?”
“Always.”
Salem flicks his tongue over my hole before diving in and burying his face there. His mouth is hot and soft as he sucks and licks me until I’m humping his face. I’m flooded with relief when his finger prods my hole before gently pushing inside.
“Yessss. Fuck, yeah.”
“Mmm. You taste so good.”
He’s being gentle with me, which is welcome but driving me wild at the same time. “Please.”
“Please what, Indy? Tell me what I can do for you.”
“More.”
“I can do more.”
With one hand he opens his nightstand. I close my eyes, lost in the sensation of his probing finger, but I hear the snap of the lube bottle and the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Thank fuck he has them on hand.
Cool, sticky liquid slides down my hole, and then Salem pushes his finger inside me completely. It feels nice, but I need so much more.
“More,” I moan, not at all caring about the desperation in my voice. “Please, Salem.”
“Mm, someone is being greedy again.”
“Yeah.” I open my eyes. “I need all of you.”
Salem’s eyes are heated and soft and he’s honestly never looked prettier. “How about this? ”
He adds a second finger, providing some relief, but it’s still not enough. “More.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I’ve been prepping.”
He sucks in his breath. “Damn. You’re so hot.”
“Give me more.”
Salem nods, pulling his fingers out just enough to add a third. When he pushes in this time, I exhale, but my body trembles and my cock jerks.
“Yes.” I nod. “Yes, Salem.”
He fucks me with his fingers, leaning forward between my legs to lick my cock or bite my thigh, and after only a minute or two, this isn’t enough either.
“I need your cock.”
“Fuck,” Salem whispers, but his voice is shaky. “Okay.”
I whimper as he pulls his fingers out, but I don’t have to wait long. He lubes his cock, ensuring the condom is in place, then pushes into me. He feels thicker than I expected, and the stretch is fucking heaven. His eyelids flutter and his entire body tenses.
“You okay?”
He nods. “Trying not to blow my load way too early. You feel incredible.”
“Tight?”
“Oh fuck. Yeah. So tight.”
“Look at me.”
Salem snaps his eyes open.
“I’ve been practicing for you. Fucking myself with my fingers every morning, pretending it was you.”
“Indy…”
“I wanted to be so good for you. Am I good for you, sweet thing?”
“You’re so damn perfect. ”
“Good.” I drag my hand down his chest. “Then fuck me, babe. Fuck me as hard as you can. I want to feel you every time I move tomorrow.”
He blows out a breath. “Stop talking to me like that. I can’t take it.”
I chuckle, pinching his hip. “I want you to fucking own me right now.”
Salem nods, gripping my knees and slowly rocking his hips. The more he moves, the more I loosen up, and he pushes in deeper with each thrust. I grip his forearms, lifting up enough to watch him slide in and out of my hole. His brow is creased with exertion, his perfectly styled hair falling into his face as sweat beads form on his chest.
“God, you’re sexy,” I moan. “And beautiful. So damn beautiful.”
“Indy,” he huffs. “I can’t hold back.”
“Don’t. Give me everything you’ve got.”