Dirty Laundry (25 page)

Didn’t mean I didn’t want to let her pick out colors for the spare bedroom so she could set up camp there, but like Claudia always told me, hold my fucking horses. Things happen when they happen.

That being said, it was time for certain things to happen. Especially since we had only a few hours to get to them.

“So, you wanna go upstairs and um… how did Mo put it?” I crouched forward, nipping at Jae’s neck with my teeth.

“I am not your something-something,” Jae hissed, but he tilted his head back anyway, carding his fingers into my hair to draw me closer.

“Baby, you’re my
everything
.” The words were out before I could hear them in my head. “Fuck, that’s cheesy.”

“Smoked Gouda cheesy. Maybe even a triple cream Brie,” Jae agreed, hooking his arms around my neck. “But it’s okay. I like cheese. Just not too… much of it. Lactose intolerant.”

“Jae, honey, I’ve got a lot better things to feed you than cheese.”

W
E
MADE
it upstairs, but our clothes didn’t quite get past the steps. Well, my jeans did. Jae’s shirt was left someplace in the living room, and his pants were mostly off by the time I pushed him back onto the bed. My hands going down the front of his undone fly did the rest of the job, peeling the denim off his long legs in one fluid push.

Strange how a few hours didn’t seem enough time to spend worshipping Jae’s body. I needed—wanted—a few days. A week if possible, but I’d take what I could get. Especially where he was concerned.

Climbing up onto the bed, I sat on my knees, and stared down at him, taking in the sight of his lean, pale body against the dark chocolate sheets. Tracing the cut of his hip muscles with my thumbs, I dropped down and kissed the dip of Jae’s belly button, scraping at the ridge with my teeth.

Erotically boneless, Jae curled up over me and cupped my side, stroking at the shiny blotch of scarring along my ribs. Shifting under me, Jae edged his knee up between my legs and guided me to the side.

“Lie down.” His voice was thick with need, painted with splashes of seductive, round Korean. “Let me do something… this time. Please.”

I didn’t know what he was asking. His words were too lost in the desire coming up from inside of him, but I understood him enough. I slid over onto the mattress and lay back onto the pillows. The sheets were already warm from our bodies, a light hint of lavender coming up from the fine cotton where we’d been.

Jae took his time unzipping me, the snick of metal teeth a loud, slow tease in between my heavy breathing. He slid the jeans down my hips and over my thighs, pausing every few inches to suckle at me. My skin was glowing pink by the time he was done, a rush of blood pouring into each press of his teeth and lips on me.

“Jae—”

Reaching for him was useless. He only pushed my hands back down to my sides and shook his head, the fall of his black hair ghosting over my hard cock. I could already feel my dick leaking. A trail of moisture glistened on my flat belly, and Jae’s tongue found the edge of it, lapping at the salty liquid in long strokes. His mouth was soft on my skin, a glide of rough satin smoothly taking in the smear of my seed.

“God, you are so fucking gorgeous,” I whispered.

He was. There was no denying how beautiful he looked with his pinked mouth curving down over my abdomen, then the obscene intimacy of seeing it wrap over the head of my cock. I found his hair with my fingers, tangling them up into the strands before I stroked down the length of his neck. I had to strain to reach him. He was too far away, barely allowing me the pleasure of running my palms over his shoulders before I gave up and brought my fingers back up to curve over his cheekbones.

His eyes were hooded, his gaze on me as he sucked and pulled on me. I felt the sharp edge of his teeth catch me on my glans, and I hissed, aroused by the slight pain. Jae dropped one of his hands off of my thighs, burrowing it between my legs. A hitched breath later, my balls were cupped in his long, elegant fingers, rolling about on his palm as he squeezed them lightly, enough to tug my mind off of his mouth’s erotic journey and onto the sharp pull of my sac.

The sheets no longer smelled only of lavender. They’d taken on the sweet-salt musk of our sweat, a glorified masculine odor I’d treasure once Jae left me for the evening. Even better, the linens would catch the sticky joining of our bodies, and I’d end up sleeping amid the wet until it stained my flesh with its flakes

“Come up here.” I wasn’t too proud to keep the edge from my voice when I begged.

“No, you always get what you want, Cole-ah. It’s my turn now,” Jae whispered. “Every time I have you in my mouth, I want more. I think of the taste of you when I’m alone, and sometimes when you look at me, I want to drop to my knees and wrap my mouth around you. Having you in me… the scent of you in my mouth… takes away any doubts I have… any pain I might feel. I’ve missed that. I
want
that,
agi
.”

“Jae, I’m not going anywhere. You won’t ever get rid of me.” I arched my back when his fingers found the length of my cock. Twisting his grip around my base, Jae huffed a breath over my shaft’s head, the tight skin along my sex roiling beneath his hand. “Forever, hon, remember? I promise.”

“I remember. I love doing this to you.” He climbed up my body, stretching out over my chest until our mouths could touch. Sliding his lips over mine, he shared the taste of us from the mingle on his tongue. “I like making you shake. It makes me feel… powerful. Because you let me do this to you. Let me do more.”

Jae lifted away, leaving me behind, a gasping, writhing mess. Trailing his mouth down to my chest, he first kissed at the scars across my shoulders and down my sides, lingering long enough to make me twist at being tickled. Jae’s clever fingers took up a journey of their own, twisting at one of my nipples until it was a plump, taut pink nub.

“You’re mine, Cole-ah.” Jae grasped my dick and fondled its velvety head. “This is mine too.”

He returned to suck at my mouth, driving his tongue in past my lips. I took as much from him as he would give, licking at the roof of his mouth until he could no longer stand the feathering against his palate. Grinding his hips down into mine, Jae began a slow, circular roll on my crotch, pulling up every nerve he’d stoked with a fiery passion. His legs were sleek against my thighs, a soft, silken touch against the fine hairs growing there. His cock caught on my skin, leaving behind a thicker moist trail.

“I… want to do this while I suck on you, Cole-ah,” he murmured, pushing a digit up against my entrance. His fingers found my taint, caressing the soft skin there while the heel of his hand pressed in and out against my sac. His touch fluttered, circling at the tightness he found there. “Can you stay still?”

I wasn’t even sure how to say shit fucking no around the lump of shock in my throat. The best I could come up with was, “Um, sure?”

He swallowed me down to the base of my cock, short-circuiting my brain. My stomach and muscles trembled with the strain of keeping myself from spilling into his mouth. Pulling back, he dragged a shallow bite along my shaft, leaving behind a light red scoring. I’d probably feel it for a couple of days.

Personally, I couldn’t wait.

Fuck, I wanted his cock in me. Hell, I’d be happy with his fingers, but his cock would be better. I liked the heft of it, its length, and how it curved slightly to the left. I’d had it down my throat, tasting its spicy sweetness. There’d been times when I’d thought about being around him, but the thought of it had been distant.

“Can you grab the lube?” he murmured around the base of my dick. His cheek lying against the hair spread around my groin was obscenely erotic. “I don’t want this to hurt. I just want to touch inside of you while I have you in my mouth.”

There were condoms and lube on the nightstand, left over from the last time we’d been together, and I stretched out, snagging what we needed. A snick of the bottle opening and the scent of almonds were the only warnings I got. His fingers moved in, spreading me apart, and I gasped, lifting my hips up from the bed.

I moaned when the lube hit my crack. Resting my head on the pillow, I groaned when his fingers scooped up the twisting trail and pressed into my entrance. It’d been years since I’d been penetrated, and my shoulders tensed up involuntarily at the intrusion. Jae’s touch was gentle, but I hadn’t felt the hissing pain of flesh breaching past my inner ring for a long time.

And when his long fingers found the core of my nerves, I jerked from the intensity of the sigh escaping my lungs.

Then burned from the touch of his rough skin against the slick flesh inside of me.

The smell of almonds battled with the lavender scent coming up from the pillow beneath me. Jae’s fingers withdrew for a moment, returning with a fresh spill of oil. This time, he slid in easier, breaching me completely with his knuckles, spreading my ass cheeks when he dug in.

Jae spent more than five minutes laving my cock. He leisurely spread butterfly kisses along my hip bones, then retraced his path with his teeth. The tip of his tongue traced out the wrinkled skin on my sac, tickling my flesh into a wave of goose bumps. I hadn’t moved all of the pillows out of the way when I’d splayed out on the bed, and I’d trapped a bolster against the dip of my torso. It jutted my hips a bit, thrusting my crotch up toward Jae’s full mouth. He took advantage of my lifted hips, his tongue meandering down the sides of my cock.

He was driving me crazy. And he knew it.

Running his fingertips up the inside of my legs, Jae murmured appreciatively when I tilted my hips and tightened the cleft of my ass around his hand. His mouth continued its journey downward, teasing at the pucker of my ass until I squirmed under his tongue. I wasn’t going to last long. He’d primed me to nearly spilling just with his mouth on my skin. I wasn’t going to make it to the end if he actually slid his tongue into me.

But damn it, I wanted him to take his sweet time.

“Jae, baby….” I groaned when his fingers flexed into my ass cheeks. “I’m going to blow if you keep that up.”

He pinched my right cheek, twisting the bit of skin to get my attention. “Don’t move, then. I’ll be right back. I’ll get you a condom. Maybe I’ll even roll it down with my mouth.”

I didn’t have to pull at my cock to keep it interested. It leapt back to attention, leaking down around its head. Reaching down, I stretched my hand out until I could feel Jae stroking up and down into me. He bent forward, kissing my neck as his thumb played with my fingers, hooking me along for the ride. I felt the first shimmer of my release tightening in my belly, and I pulled away, breaking away from Jae’s hand.

“I’ll get the damned condom, because if you have those fingers on me again, I’m going to lose myself all over that pretty face of yours.” I yanked Jae down to the mattress. Giving him a fierce kiss, I growled into his mouth. “And I don’t know if I have enough time to do you twice before your sister gets home.”

H
IS
mouth tasted of promise and stars. If I could, I would have crawled inside of him and stayed there. I should have been used to the feel of Jae on my body or the taste of him, but with every sip… every touch… I found myself wanting more. Wanting him was going to be the death of me, but having him would be worth every agonizing moment we’d spent apart.

The squirts of lube on my palm warmed up under my fingers, but I didn’t touch Jae yet. I couldn’t trust myself. He’d left the scent of his body on mine, and every time I moved forward, my senses were filled with him. Sprawled on his back over the rumpled sheets, Jae’s honey-kissed gaze never left my face. I took a moment—a very long moment—to drink him in.

His pale body glowed against the rich brown linens, his dark plum-pink nipples luring my eye to his muscled chest. Jae’s long legs and supple torso rippled with a coiled strength normally hidden beneath loose-fitting clothes. Stripped bare, he was a feast of planes and shadows, a beautiful contrast of masculine power compared to his almost androgynous face.

I’d never asked God to send me someone after Rick. I’d already consigned myself to the doldrums of a loveless life, and finding Jae-Min behind a murderer’s door seemed like an oddly delivered divine gift. If God wanted to strip the wings off of one of his own and deliver him to me, who was I to argue with fate.

But damn if Jae didn’t make me work for every scrap of his heart.

His knees parted when my weight dipped the bed near his hip. I bent over him, needing to have his mouth on mine when I ran my fingers along the split of his ass. His muscles tightened involuntarily, responding to the shiver of cold left in the lube, but he forced his thighs apart, urging me forward.

Hooking my palm up into his cleft, I circled his entrance, playing at the tightness I found there until it relaxed under the slight push of my fingertip. I pulled the air from his mouth, sealing us together while I spread him open. His body fought me, repelling my intrusion until he sighed and surrendered, letting me in.