Dirty Laundry (26 page)

I slid in carefully, spreading as much of the oil around his core as I could. His muscled ring sucked on my index finger, pulling me in further than I’d wanted to go, but when the tip brushed against his nerves, Jae hissed with pleasure, and the sheets twisted into spirals from his clenched fists digging in.

His cock pearled, spooling out a glistening drop for me to suck on. I lapped at the velvety head, trapping it against his belly. He curled up, hugging my shoulders to his chest. His arms were strong, muscled and sinewy. He held me as much as I held his cock, carefully stroking down my backbone and over my shoulder blades with his long fingers. His pubic hair tickled my chin, a soft, wiry kiss on my skin. Enclosed in the shadow of his embrace, I suckled at his length while working my fingers deep into his recesses, preparing him for my entry.

We could have stayed there—wrapped about one other—all day. With Jae’s arms around me, I could have died and been in heaven. There was something sublime about his touch. Bowed over me, sighing soft Korean words into my ear, he was exposed and vulnerable. Open and raw, he was finally free of everything… of everyone pressuring him to be something… someone other than who he truly was.

I loved seeing him… feeling him stripped free of the shroud he wore around his soul. When we were alone, I could see the angel wings the world clipped short so he couldn’t fly. In those moments, I felt him soar… and finally reach out to touch the sky. With his body around mine and my mouth on his shaft, I felt like I was drinking heaven dry.

He mewled, twisting in my mouth. Jae was close… too close for me to continue. I let his cock go, letting it slip free from my lips, but kept pushing up into him. The taste of my lover on my tongue slithered down my throat, a tinge of musk curling down into my belly. I hit the spot of nerves deep inside of him, and Jae groaned, begging for more.

“
Jagiya
…
saranghae
, Cole-ah….”

One day, I would hear that in English, but for now, whispered between our sweaty bodies, I would take his love any way he wanted to give it to me.

In the movies, lovers came together in a graceful tangle of legs and kisses. He and I were never that fluid. We had no ballet of bodies forming to become one. Instead, I slid my hands under him and coaxed him up over my lap. His knee hit my shoulder, striking me in its most tender part, but the throb between my legs took precedence.

So did the look of desire flushing Jae’s beautiful face.

I pulled him up so he could put his back on my chest, his legs straddling my lap. My sex burned to be in him, a deep-seated heat working up from my balls and into the raging tip of my cock’s head. He clenched my thighs, and Jae thrust himself up, pressing his shoulder blades back against my chest. With his back arched into me, he reached underneath until he grasped my shaft in his hand. The feel of his fingers tightening over my erection was almost my undoing.

Huffing in short breaths, I tried to steady my raging hard-on until I felt the tip of my cock touch the oiled ring of his body. At the first give of his muscled entrance, Jae gasped and dropped his head back, curving his neck over my shoulder. In the afternoon light, his hair bled blue shadows across my skin, exposing his throat and face to the sun. I bent my head sideways and kissed the corner of his mouth, urging him to turn his face toward me.

Our lips touched when I slid into him, and Jae gasped, his mouth rasping open against mine. His teeth snagged my lower lip, and I tasted a spot of my own blood when I breached him. The heat of his body closing over my cock seared away any thought of taking things slow. Gripping his hips, I dug my fingers along his bones and drove up into him, struggling for control as his teeth scored my lip. Letting my mouth go, Jae’s ravenous appetite spurred him on to find another target. He chose anything within reach, satisfied only when he had a good grip on a chunk of my flesh.

His nails raked at my thighs, his soft, husky murmurs urging me onward. My spit thickened with the effort of pacing my plunges up into him. A sudden squeeze of his ass around me and I ground my hips into his ass, pushing him down hard onto my cock. Jae took me, lifting himself up onto his knees before meeting me in a wet slap of skin.

The sound of our thighs striking was nearly lost under the burble of Korean coming from Jae’s panting mouth. I found his nipple with one hand and plucked at the nub with nerveless fingers. My mind was numbing beneath the growing spiral of pleasure wrapping my cock, and I needed to bring Jae over with me.

My own release was nothing without his. I needed more than two hands, and, not for the first time, I wished I could bend over to suckle him off while I was inside of him. Instead, I let the hand on his chest drop, and I clasped his tight, hard cock. A few strokes were enough for Jae to peel back away from my hand, but I refused to let him go.

“I want to ride you, Cole-ah.” His husky whisper became a needy mewl when I passed my rough palm over his cock head. “Too… soon….”

“Baby, we’ve got forever,” I promised, biting his earlobe. “Let go, Jae. Let me hold you. Let me feel you in my hand.”

Smearing the come gathering along his slit, I worked the viscous fluid down, smoothing my journey along his shaft. His movements were nearly too hard for my cock to take. The skin of my shaft was growing tender and raw. My balls were tucking up against my thighs, as if they too wanted to crawl up inside of my lover and join the party.

Thrashing on my shaft, Jae’s shoulder blades and spine rubbed against my nipples, searing them with friction. The pulse in his shaft skipped, and I held on tighter, working my hips as hard as I could. He shivered every time my dick hit his pressure point, and I knew my strokes were getting to him when he began to tremble and shake.

We were no longer in a rhythm. Instead, we’d fallen into a frantic push-you-pull-me dance I never wanted to end. The outside world was gone to me. The sunlight through the window only touched us, filling the room with light solely so I could see Jae’s tense form working me into a frenzy. Stretched out over my body, he was a spectacular length of sinew and pale skin, his muscles curving and pulling with every contortion of his hips and arms.

Sweat pooling on his brow ran down his cheek, falling onto one of his shoulders. A drop curled down the rise of his collarbone, leaving behind a smear of wet on my lover’s ivory skin. I strained forward and licked the spot, tasting him in my mouth. The fragrance of his essence lay in that drop, the faint hint of his come lingering in the salty aftermath of his skin.

The touch of my mouth was enough for him. His nails gouged my skin open, and the cold air stung my scored flesh. Straining, his body went rigid, and I saw a flash of white when he bit his own lip to keep from shouting out loud. A moment later, his cock let loose, splattering my hand with his hot seed.

With the scent of Jae’s spill in the air, I lost my mind. Gripping him tightly, I pulled at his base, jerking him onward while taking one last plunge into his searing depths. His climax ripped through both of us, his ass muscles clamping down on my sensitive sex. The pull was too much. I couldn’t keep up the beat of our bodies, and I gave in to the rise of seed demanding to be released.

Wrapping my arms around Jae’s waist, I fell forward, pinning him to the bed. Trapped by my weight, he writhed for a moment, then thrust his ass up into me, taking me in deep. Covering his body with mine, I hugged him to me as tightly as I could, hammering down into his passage.

The first wave of release made my face tingle, and my mind ran cold from the sensations crowding it. Jae’s hands closed over my wrists, and he worked his fingers between mine. Curling his shoulders down, he kept me plastered against his back. We slid together, our wet skin and stray splatters of the lube slicking our flesh.

I took a breath, and Jae said my name, a sweet drop of sound filled with so much emotion, it filled me.

“I love you.” It was all I could get out before my climax hit me. Shuddering already from its initial wave, I was still ill-prepared for the shattering strike of my release’s intensity. I lost touch with everything. I could only feel Jae’s ass cheeks and legs on my crotch and thighs and the press of his fingers against my palms. The taste of his skin and sweat was on my tongue, and a butterfly wing of a kiss came from his mouth when he twisted slightly to find my lips.

I poured everything I had into him. My trust. My love. Everything I could give him short of stripping my skin off and wrapping it around his heart to keep him safe and warm. If I’d had a knife right then, I would have made the first cut and begged him to take what he needed.

In that moment, I wasn’t sure everything I had would be enough when, in the middle of my gasping breaths, I heard him whisper, “
Saranghae
, Cole-ah.”

As quickly as it had hit me, the sensations were gone, and I was left limp and boneless. I carefully slid free of Jae’s clench, pulled the condom off, tied its end, depositing it in the small waste can by the nightstand. He lay where I’d left him, panting and worn out. Kissing his shoulder, I snuggled up behind him, letting him rest back against me. Still out of breath, I made small puffs into Jae’s sweat-damp hair.

Between the lubricant and Jae’s release, we would be a sticky mess if we stayed there much longer, but I was loath to move away from him. Running my hand over his belly, I rimmed his navel with my fingernail, chuckling when he jerked away from the tickle.

“We’re going to be cemented together, you know.” I kissed the blade bone rising up on his back.

“Mmmm… probably,” he murmured in agreement. “What time is it?”

Peeking at the clock, I rested my chin on his shoulder. “Less than an hour since I dragged you upstairs to have my way with you.”

“How long does it take a girl to spend a few hundred dollars?” His eyelids were dragging down, more sleepy than aroused. The shadows under his lashes were deep and blue, a hint he’d skipped more than a few nights in bed since he’d left the house.

“A couple of hours. Maybe they’ll go see a movie or have some dinner before they get back.” I’d handed Tiffany much more than a couple hundred dollars, but Jae didn’t need to know that. “I don’t know how long that would take. You and I seem to be able to either get the movie
or
the dinner part done before we have to crawl into each other.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” Jae whispered. “Think we can just rest here for a while? A little while?”

“Sure, babe.” I nodded, yawning. “I’ll set the alarm on my phone.”

And that was the last thing I remember saying until I smelled the perfume of cooking ginger filling the house.

I’
VE
never been a spring-out-of-bed person. It took me at least half an hour from crawling out of bed in the morning before I could focus long enough on a mirror to brush my teeth. Me waking up at dusk after a nap wasn’t much better.

The smell of food cooking pulled me out of bed, and I stumbled to the shower, half wondering why Jae hadn’t woken me up sooner but mostly silently thanking him for letting me sleep. From the pungent fragrances coming up from the kitchen, it seemed like he’d changed his mind about the deep-dish pizza, so I took my time showering, scraping off the flaky scum of our afternoon from my skin.

Scrubbing at my hair with a towel, I grabbed my jeans and underwear off the floor, intending to sit down on the edge of the mattress to pull them on, when I noticed something odd about the bed.

Jae was still in bed. Asleep.

His hips were swaddled in the billowy duvet I’d bought to keep the chill off, but he’d taken advantage of me crawling off to the bathroom and flung his body diagonally across the bed. Stretched out over the pillows, his arms nearly touched either side of the king-sized mattress, his dark hair a splash of black on the brown linens.

The smell of ginger was joined by the sizzle of browning garlic, and Neko popped her head up over Jae’s legs, her ears flicking in interest at the promise of food.

“Fuck, who the hell is downstairs cooking, then? Shit!” I left my jeans unbuttoned. For a second, I debated breaking out my Glock, but sanity eventually wormed its way back into my lizard brain.

No one breaks into someone else’s house to cook them dinner unless that someone else actually
is
dinner. Since I personally didn’t know anyone with cannibalistic leanings, the Glock wasn’t necessary.

The wooden stairs were cold, and I skidded on the runner spread over the landing. Taking the steps two at a time, I rounded the corner of the front hall, almost hitting the archway when the kitchen tile grabbed at my bare feet. The sweet fragrance was much stronger in the kitchen, a pile of grated ginger crackling in a frying pan on the stove. A handful of cracked garlic cloves sat on one of the larger chopping boards, their skins peeled off and swept off to the side.

I guessed dinner and a movie hadn’t wormed their way into the kids’ plans. Not a problem. I could handle a teenage girl. I even had one as a sister. Of course, I’d never walked in on my baby sister when she was holding a large kitchen knife and possibly murderous.

Tiffany grabbed one of the intact cloves and placed it on the board. She put the flat of the blade against its plump curve and brought her hand down against the steel plane, slightly crushing the clove and popping its meaty flesh free of its skin.

She gave me a look over her shoulder, one of confusion with a dash of sneering disgust at my bare chest. Nodding to the laundry room, she said softly, “I washed the shirts I got from Jae-Min. Probably one of them is yours, if you want.”

“Ah, thanks.” Stunning her with my witty retort, I dug out an old rugby Jae’d stolen months ago and tugged it on. Returning to the kitchen meant talking with Tiffany, but short of moving into the wash room, I didn’t see any other option. After making sure my fly was closed, I headed back into the kitchen and, as casually as I could, grabbed a beer from the fridge and held it out to her. “Want one?”

If I thought Jae’s derisive looks were withering, they had nothing on his sister, who put the full weight of her snark in her gaze. “Um, I’m seventeen.”