34. Salem
THIRTY-FOUR
SALEM
If I’m dreaming, may I never wake up.
Standing next to Indy while two delivery guys finish setting up the massive California King bed we picked out last night feels surreal, like I’m in a lucid dream. Apparently, realizing and admitting he’s in love with me has uncorked some pent-up romantic that was hiding deep in his psyche. He’s been doting, affectionate, and swoony the past two days.
The guys gather the packaging and ask Indy to sign the invoice, and then they’re off, leaving me and Indy alone in his bedroom.
“It’s just how I imagined it,” Indy says, sitting on the edge of the bed and bouncing a little. “Firm but still comfy.”
“It looks great. We should get the bedding on it.”
“Yeah.” He hops up again and walks to the armchair where we piled the freshly washed linens. He invested in high quality sheets and a thick comforter made of velvet. Very luxurious and posh for such a manly guy.
When I made that comment at the store, he said it was all about ensuring my comfort. Yeah, more swooning .
The two of us wrestle the fitted sheet into place, making eyes at each other, and as we finish up and get the pillows on the bed, a shiver of nerves spreads through me.
“What should we do tonight?” Indy asks. “We could rent a movie and order in, or?—”
“Or I could ride your cock into oblivion.”
Indy’s eyes go wide as his mouth falls open. “Jesus.” He reaches between his legs and squeezes his bulge. “I don’t want you to think you have to, or that you have to prove anything to me.”
“Indy, my sweet, gorgeous man. I’ve been holding back for months. I want you to wreck my hole and fuck me so hard I can’t remember my name or what I did yesterday, much less any other man who wasn’t worthy of me. Can you do that for me?”
Indy blows out a breath. “I would love to.”
I pull the comforter back. “Then let’s break this bed in, huh?”
“Hell yeah. Come over here, sweet thing.”
I shake my head. “Uh-uh. Did I mention I can be a little… bossy in bed?”
He releases a shaky breath. “Fuck.”
“So take your clothes off and let me see you.”
Indy practically tears his shirt off his body, kicking off his shoes and socks at the same time. Smiling, I tug my shirt over my head and remove my jeans, revealing the navy blue lacy panties I chose for this occasion. I heard from a little birdie named Lowen that blue is Indy’s favorite color.
“Fuck,” he mutters again, climbing onto the bed and lying on his back.
I stand beside him for a moment, simply taking in all his masculine beauty, from the rippling muscles and tattoos to the massive erection between his legs, bouncing and spilling precum.
“I have a feeling you’ve always been extra careful with sex, am I right?”
Indy’s brow creases. “What do you mean?”
I climb onto the bed and straddle him, leaning forward to lightly drag my nails down his chest. “Safe sex. Testing. You’ve been diligent?”
His eyelids flutter as he nods. “Yeah. Super important to me.”
“Me too. I’m on PrEP and I haven’t been with anyone but you since my last test.”
“Same.” His voice shakes. “Fuck, Salem.”
“Would you be interested in going bare with me?”
Indy responds by sitting up and slamming his mouth into mine. He grips the back of my neck, and as he deepens the kiss, my attraction and love for him only grows.
“I’d be so damn honored,” he says.
“Me too.” I drag my tongue across his lips. “I want your cum dripping out of me the rest of the night.”
“God, your mouth. So beautiful. So fucking dirty.”
“All for you. Just for you.”
“Can I eat you out?”
“Oof.” I giggle. “Yes, please.”
Indy pushes me back before tucking his arms under my knees and pulling me up his body. He licks my cock through the panties and teases me by flicking his tongue over the head of it, then I gasp as he flips me over easily, like I weigh nothing at all.
He tugs me up until my knees are resting on his shoulders and I’m supporting my weight on my elbows. He tugs my panties to the side, squeezing the globes of my ass before he spreads them apart and dives in .
I nearly scream from the intense pleasure his mouth brings me as soon as his tongue makes contact with my hole. It’s not the first time he’s done this, but it’s so mind-blowingly good that it feels new all over again.
He moans, shoving his tongue inside me. “So good. So fucking sweet.”
My arms shake and my cock twitches, but all I can do is accept his oral assault on my hole. When his fingers join the party, a needy whimper escapes me, but I’m not embarrassed. Not anymore.
Indy continues to finger fuck me, trading off with his tongue, bringing me right to the edge several times, but never letting me fall over. He’s obviously taken control of the situation, and since I don’t care to struggle for power, I have to accept that maybe I’m not so bossy after all.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please, Indy. I can’t take it anymore.”
“What do you need, sweet thing? You need my cock?”
“ Please .”
“You want me to stretch this pretty hole?” He rubs his thumb around my rim. “You want me to ruin you?”
“Yesssss.”
“Say it. Ask me to ruin you.”
“Please, Indy. Please ruin my hole. Please stretch me and fill me with your cum.”
He buries his face again, licking and sucking while his stubble rubs my skin raw. “Can’t get enough.”
“You’ll always have me.”
“Swear it.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, pushing back the ball of emotion threatening to overtake the desire. “I swear it.”
With his arm around my waist, he rises onto his knees and begins to rub the tip of his cock around my entrance .
“You want my cock inside you, sweet thing? You want to give this part of yourself to me?”
“More than anything, but…”
He freezes. “But what?”
“I want to look at you. Can I see your face?”
“Of course, babe.”
Indy flips me over, his gentle smile and hungry eyes making my stomach flutter with anticipation.
“Do you want me to be gentle or rough?”
“I want you to fuck me the way you’ve always wanted to. I can handle whatever you dish out.”
His soft smile is quickly replaced by the sexy smirk that first lured me into his orbit.
“Oh wait. Fuck.” He launches off the bed, slipping inside the bathroom and returning quickly holding a bottle of lube. “Now we’re ready.”
I nod, watching him as he slicks up his thick cock. Everything about Indy is delicious, and I almost can’t believe he’s all mine.
He rubs his slick fingers over my hole, massaging gently. “Don’t touch that pretty cock of yours, got it?”
I whimper. “Oh come on.”
“No way, gorgeous. It’s mine now, and every drop of cum is too.”
“I’ll try.”
He scoots closer, his eyes half open as he pushes into me. We both freeze, savoring the moment, and Indy whispers, “I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
“Instant addiction. Damn, babe. You a virgin?”
I laugh softly. “Let’s go with that.”
Indy’s expression—possessive, hungry, desperate—is one I won’t forget anytime soon as he starts moving in a little bit more.
We both moan when he pushes past the tight ring of muscles inside me. He nearly bottoms out, but come on, who’s capable of taking all of Indy Hart at once? Not this diva.
He falls forward, kissing me hard with his arms wrapped around me, holding me close as he moves faster and harder with each thrust. Our tongues tangle the way our bodies do, and I lift my legs to allow him to get as deep as possible.
Feeling Indy inside of me after months of frustrated dreams and jacking off sessions is what I imagine it feels like to win the lottery or a medal or something. It’s a sense of relief like nothing I’ve ever experienced before now.
Indy lifts his head, holding my gaze. With his body pressed against mine, the lace of my panties creates a pretty dynamite friction that has my skin prickling with electricity. I want to come to release the pressure inside me, but I also never want this moment to end.
“You feel so fucking amazing,” Indy grunts. “So perfect. I love fucking you. I love looking at you. I adore kissing you.” He twists his fingers roughly in my hair. “I feel insane right now with how much I need you.”
“I’m here.” I cup his cheek as my eyes well with tears. “I’ll always be here.”
Indy bites my bottom lip before focusing on my neck and sucking until my skin throbs.
“Yes, mark me. I want everyone to know what you’ve done to me.”
Indy grunts again, moving his mouth to a new spot, then another, and then over my Adam’s apple. All the while, he’s slamming his hips into me at an insane pace.
My hole is already sore, but that thought only brings a smile to my face. I can imagine how his thick cock is stretching me out, leaving the skin around it red and raw, and how bruised I’ll be from his mouth and fingers digging into my skin.
I swear his cock is swelling with every thrust, and when he sits upright and grabs my knees, I know he’s heading toward the finish line. He rubs my cock through my panties, pressing his thumb over the tip where it peeks out of the top. He gathers some of my precum, moaning as he sucks it off his thumb.
“Fuu-ucckk.”
“I know,” Indy moans. “You should see what you look like right now. Fucking beautiful.”
“Because of you.”
“Nah, babe. All you. All I’ve done is appreciate it.”
His brow furrows as he bucks his hips, thrusting into me so hard that we move across the bed. My cock is throbbing and my balls are so full they’re starting to hurt, but I’m not about to defy Indy’s order.
“You want to come, don’t you, beautiful?”
I nod. “Pl-please.”
“You’ll come when I say you’ll come.” His eyes dance with lust and mischief. “I don’t plan to waste a drop.”
“Oh god. Indy.”
“You like this, babe? You like me inside you?”
“Lo-love.”
“Mmm.” He grips my throat, not squeezing, but tight enough to make me feel owned in the best way.
Sayonara to my bossy bottom or topping days. I’m officially a pillow princess.
Indy moans, digging the fingers of one hand into my hip. “Fuck. Salem. Oh fuck.”
His cock swells one last time, and when Indy groans, I close my eyes to imagine his cum filling me up. I’ve never had sex without a condom, and the moment is unexpectedly emotional.
I cover my mouth to keep from crying, which almost distracts me from the pressure happening between my legs. Before I can lose my grip on the moment, Indy finally, mercifully, tugs my panties down and wraps his hand around my cock.
Nearly flying off the bed, I dig my nails into his forearm and scream his name, not caring at all if the others hear me. It takes all of three strokes to push me over the edge, and the orgasm that hits is life-altering.
My body tenses as my cock shoots cum into the air. My ears ring and my vision goes white for a few seconds, until Indy’s warm mouth brings me back to earth as he drags it over my body, licking up my release.
I can’t fight the swell of emotion bubbling up, so I don’t, letting it all come out. Indy pulls me into his chest, kissing the top of my head and rubbing my back while I cry. It takes me a few minutes to compose myself, but when I do, Indy is there, gazing down at me with love and affection in his eyes.
“That was so beautiful,” he says. “Thank you.”
I half sob and half laugh. “You’re thanking me?”
“It was an experience. A moment. At the risk of sounding over-the-top, it’s never been like that for me.” He wipes the tears from my cheeks. “I am so damn in love with you, Salem. I’m blown away by it.”
Another wave of tears pushes forward, but I blow out a breath to stave them off. “It was the same for me. The best by far.”
Indy rolls us to our sides, gazing at me with a warm smile on his lips. “Move in with me.”
I gasp. “What?”
“Move in, Salem. Live here with me. Let’s build a beautiful life together. We’ve both earned it.”
My bottom lip quivers again. “Dammit, Indy. You’re totally ruining my tough facade. ”
He brushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “I want to wake up with you and fall asleep in your arms. I want all your highs and your lows. I want your laughter, and if you have any tears to shed, I want to be there to wipe them away. I want to do this with you, and I’m all in. Are you?”
I take a second to search my heart, looking for the warning pings I’ve ignored a thousand times with other men, but all I’m getting is love.
“I’m all in.”
The smile on his face could light a city block. “How about we celebrate with my finest whiskey?”
“Perfect. I’ve learned to appreciate a top shelf whiskey neat.”
“The best stuff should be savored and enjoyed for all its nuances. Just like you.”
“Okay, Romeo.”
Indy grins. “Too much?”
“Just right.”