by HELEN HARDT
She smiled back. Who said people of different languages couldn’t communicate?
“Take them off. I want to be naked with you. I want nothing between us but the heat of our bodies.”
He plunged his hand inside her jeans and panties and into her soft folds.
“Am I wet for you, baby? Do you want to fuck my sweet wet pussy? I want you to. I want you to give it to me hard and fast.”
But he slid his fingers through her folds slowly. Deliciously slowly. Blazes swirled from her clit down her thighs, settling in her toes. Finally, when she couldn’t take any more torment, he eased her jeans and panties down her hips, down her legs. He removed her sneakers and socks and threw her jeans in a corner.
Then his head was between her legs. She closed her eyes, anticipating the hot caress of his lips and tongue. She shivered, waiting.
But…nothing.
She opened her eyes. He was looking at her, gazing at her pussy with rapt attention and a dreamy smile on his face. Then he closed his eyes and inhaled.
This was worship. He was worshiping her body. It was so sweet, so erotic, and too damned sexy for words.
“You like my pretty pussy?” Her voice had lowered an octave. She hardly recognized it.
More Korean words. God his voice was sexy. If only she knew what he was saying. Then she didn’t care, because his talented mouth was on her. He lapped at her labia and plunged into her while his firm lips sucked and kissed her folds. His mouth was everywhere. Damn, he knew how to eat cunt.
“God!” she screamed. “Yeah, baby. Just like that. Suck my pussy.” She writhed under him, bracing her feet on the bed and grinding into his face. She moaned, sobbing as she came closer to climax.
He sucked her clit between his lips and slid his fingers into her slick channel. The orgasm rippled through her, her pussy pounding, the icy hot spasms spreading through her belly, her limbs. His fingers worked her, nursing her through the sensations, slowly gliding in and out of her wetness. Hushed foreign words met her ears.
“That was amazing,” she said. “Now come and fuck me.”
As she readied for the thrust of his hot cock a door slammed, and then a familiar voice.
“Dylan, where are you? Did Alli get in okay?”
Her lover looked to the door of the bedroom. “Shit, it’s Michael.”
What? Allison jerked on the bed. That sexy, husky voice spoke English? English with a perfect American accent no less?
Damn. How stupid was she? Dee as in D. Dylan. She pushed him off her and looked frantically for her clothes.
“You! You’re Dylan Johnson.”
“Look, Alli, I’m sorry. I just…”
“Don’t talk to me.” Alli struggled into her jeans, forgetting the panties, and hurriedly buttoned her blouse. God, the things she had said. Heat burned her cheeks. She knew she was turning twelve shades of red.
“Allison, please.” Dylan reached for her.
“Don’t you dare touch me, you son of a bitch!” She whipped open the door and walked out to face her brother. “Michael!” She squealed and raced into his arms.
“Hey, chica.” Her brother returned her embrace. “You okay? You look a little…disheveled.”
“Yeah, well—Alli cleared her throat—“this is what ten hours in coach does to me.” That and a romp with your bastard friend. “I’ll be fine after a shower and a good night’s sleep.”
“Where’s Dylan?”
“Right here.”
Alli turned. Tousled and gorgeous, Dylan walked out of the bedroom tucking his shirt into his jeans. His feet were bare.
Could he be any more obvious?
“He was just putting my bags in the room,” Alli said, hoping her brother bought it.
“Great,” Michael said. “Thanks for taking care of her for me. In fact, I have another favor to ask you.”
“What is it?” Dylan asked.
“Master Yang needs me to give a private lesson tonight. He’s not available, and one of his students is testing for second dan tomorrow and she really needs some last minute help.”
“Oh, Mike,” Alli said, gesturing to Dylan, “can’t he do it?”
“Sorry, Alli. The student’s father requested me. He’s a big wig investor so I need to do this. Plus, it’s money in my pocket.” He turned to Dylan. “Can you take care of her tonight? Take her to dinner? Show her around?”
Dylan glanced at Alli, raking his eyes over her, his lips curving slightly upward.
Warmth—from anger or passion?—spread over her cheeks and neck.
“Sure, no problem.”
“Thanks, D. I owe you one.” He kissed Allison on the forehead. “I’ll be back later this evening. Though you’ll probably be crashed by then. So I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Mike…”
“Don’t worry. Dylan’ll take good care of you.”
No doubt. As her brother left the apartment, she walked swiftly past Dylan to her bedroom and plunked down onto the rumpled bed.
“Alli,” he said, standing in the doorway, “are you going to give me the silent treatment the rest of the night?”
She wanted to, but she couldn’t help responding. “Why shouldn’t I? You gave me the silent treatment all afternoon. You let me go on and on and… You’re a first class jerk. Why didn’t you tell me you could speak English?”
“Well”—he smiled—“I never actually said I couldn’t speak English. You just assumed.”
Allison seethed. “You’re infuriating. You know damn well you should have told me.”
He entered the room slowly. “Can I come in?”
She scoffed. “Why not? I guess modesty is a little beyond the point now, isn’t it?”
He sat down on the bed, his thigh nudging hers.
She edged away. “Don’t touch me.”
“All right.” He sighed. “I really am sorry. There’s no excuse. It’s just, you’re so beautiful and so fucking hot. The fact that you thought I couldn’t understand you really turned me on.”
“Well, now I know you can, so you don’t need to be turned on anymore.” She looked away.
“Come on.” He touched her forearm. “You’re amazing. I can’t help but be turned on. I’m hard for you right now.”
Her nipples tightened against the crisp cotton of her blouse. Traitorous body. She said nothing.
“Don’t be like this. We’re combustible together. You felt it. I know you did.”
Again she said nothing.
“I got into it. It became like a fantasy. After a while, I just started speaking Korean. It was like I really couldn’t understand you.”
“But you did,” Allison said. “You understood every word I said. Every horrible dirty word.”
“God, honey, it wasn’t horrible. It was awesome. It was so hot. Hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
She fell backward onto the bed and covered her eyes with her arm. “Just go away.”
“Allison…”
“Now, Dylan. I don’t want to talk to you.”
He sighed. “Okay. You take a shower. Relax. I’ll make us some dinner. Then we’ll talk.”
Shower. Dinner. Then we’ll talk. Fuck him anyway.
Although a shower did sound good. She was tired and sweaty. And mad as hell. She got up, shut the door to the bedroom, and looked around, opening one door and finding a clothes closet, and then another that led to a bathroom. From the bathroom, she opened yet another door, which led to another bedroom. Who else lived here? She closed the door quickly, pressed the lock, and went back into the bedroom to retrieve what she needed.
When she opened the shower stall she gasped. A steam shower! Perfect. She turned the knob and the whoosh of the water and the hiss of the steam sang in her ears. Once the stall was filled with fog, she stepped in. After several minutes of letting the water trickle over her, she scrubbed her body and hair. By the time she turned off the shower, she felt like a new woman. She dried off and dressed in her emerald green silk pa
jamas—baggy lounging bottoms and a revealing camisole that didn’t quite hit the waistband of the pants. They were the only pajamas she had brought, and she didn’t feel like getting into clean clothes. She wanted to relax. She toweled her hair dry and combed it, letting it fall in long wet ringlets around her face. She breathed deeply before entering the living area.
Dylan was in the small kitchen bent over a pan, his ass looking delectable in low slung jeans. Damn him. The sound of sizzling meat made her mouth water. She inhaled. Mmm. Garlic and spices.
“Smells good,” she said.
He turned and stared at her. “Wow. You look fantastic.”
“My hair’s wet, and I’m in my pajamas.”
“Honey, with your thick dark hair and those pretty hazel eyes, you’d be hot no matter what. Hungry?”
Damn it. His words got to her. Her cheeks heated. “Yeah, I am. What is it?”
“Bulgogi.” He nodded to the small oak table. “Have a seat.”
She complied. A plate of lettuce leaves was already on the table, along with bowl of thick red sauce, a plate of mushrooms, and several other dishes she didn’t recognize. She recognized the the cabbage dish. Kimchi. Something she knew.
Dylan brought over a platter of steaming meat and set it between their two places. “It’s sirloin marinated in soy sauce and sugar. I add a little garlic and scallions too.”
“It smells great.”
“I think you’ll like it. Here.” He grabbed a lettuce leaf. “You put some meat in here and top it with whatever sides you want. A little ssamjang is good.” He spooned some of the red sauce onto the meat.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a spicy sauce made from soybeans.” He added some kimchi, tossed in a few mushrooms, and placed the filled leaf on her plate. “You eat it kind of like a taco.”
“Okay, here goes.” She picked up her lettuce wrap and took a bite. Mmm, succulent beef mixed with the pungent kimchi and savory mushrooms. She chewed and swallowed. “It’s wonderful.”
“I’m glad you like it. Experiment a little with your next one.” He smiled.
A blaze shot through her body and landed between her legs. Why was he so damned gorgeous? His sinewy forearms bunched as he prepared his own plate. What a delicious specimen of masculinity.
“Tell me,” she said between bites. “Does someone live in the other bedroom?”
“I do.”
“You? Mike never said he had a roommate.”
“He didn’t, until recently. A friend of ours needed to sublease this place, and it was too great of a deal to pass up. You did notice the steam shower, didn’t you?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“It’s almost a necessity around here. Seoul is really smoggy. Coming home to the steam clears out the sinuses.”
“Of course you have smog. That traffic today was ridiculous.”
“That’s what happens when you put ten million people in a city this size.”
“Ten million?” Alli took a sip of the glass of water Dylan had set next to her plate. “That’s more than New York City.”
“Yeah, and about two percent are foreigners, like Mike and me. You probably noticed all the high rises while we were driving.” Dylan laughed. “We just all live on top of each other.”
Allison couldn’t help smiling. “So where are you from, anyway?”
“Indiana.”
“American all the way, huh?”
“Hot dogs and apple pie.” He winked.
Her insides tumbled. “Then when did you learn to speak Korean?”
“My mom’s Korean, and she spoke it to us at home, so I learned it right along with English growing up. My dad’s American, of English descent.”
“So you’re only half Asian then.”
“That’s right.”
“God.” Allison shook her head. “I just assumed you were Korean. You must think I’m incredibly stupid.”
“Why would I think that, honey? You had just landed in Seoul, and I do look Asian. Of course you thought I was Korean.”
Allison pushed her plate away. “Thanks for dinner. It was delicious. But I’m exhausted and I want to go to bed.”
“Come on. Don’t leave us like this.” Dylan rose and pulled her to her feet. “We’re amazing together. I want you so badly I can hardly see straight.” He entwined her fingers through his and placed both their hands against his arousal. “Feel how much I want you.”
“Dylan…”
“Kiss me. Please.” He bent his head and captured her lips. “So luscious, so soft,” he said against her mouth. “I could kiss you forever.”
Allison melted into his hard body. She couldn’t help but return his kiss. And oh, how he could kiss. He tasted her gently, thoroughly, and then deepened his seduction of her mouth.
Yeah, she was going to fuck him.
As if reading her mind, he swept her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her carefully on the bed and lowered himself over her body, his lips still teasing hers with soft kisses. He eased the soft camisole up and captured a breast in his hands.
“You have the most amazing tits. So plump and soft. And your nipples.” He flicked his tongue over one.
She trembled with need.
“Hard little berries. You’re so fucking beautiful, Allison.”
He sucked her nipples until she was writhing under him, pressing her pussy into his erection.
“Dylan, please.”
He looked up, his eyes dark and smoldering. “What is it, honey? Do you want me? Do you want my hard cock in your tight little pussy?”
“God.” Allison turned away, warmth creeping into her face. “Stop that.”
“Mmm.” He kissed the swell of her breast. “Stop what?”
“The dirty talk. It’s…embarrassing.”
“You loved it this afternoon.”
“This afternoon I didn’t think you could understand me.”
“Oh, honey. You’re so hot. And it turns you on. Admit it.”
She groaned and buried her face in his pillow. It smelled like him. Spicy and musky. “Yeah,” she said, her voice muffled. “It turns me on.”
He captured her face in his hands and turned her back toward him. “Look at me, Allison. Please. What do you see?”
She sighed. Why lie? “I see the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
His lazy grin lit up his face. “And I see an amazing, beautiful, hot woman who I really want to make love to.” He brushed his lips over her nose. “You’re beautiful and amazing anyway, but part of what makes you so hot is how you talked to me earlier. How you got into our lovemaking and said what you felt. I can’t tell you how much that turned me on.”
Allison closed her eyes and then opened them, searching his face for the truth. It was in his eyes. He wanted her. He really did think she was hot. And she was. Her body was so fucking hot for him she thought she might implode.
“Talk dirty to me, Alli. Please.”
“Oh, Dylan,” she said, forcing her gaze not to leave his. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“You got it, honey.”
He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, showing her with his tongue what he was going to do to her pussy with his cock. Frantically they ripped at each other’s clothes until they were naked, their legs tangled intimately.
“I’m going to lick your sweet pussy, honey,” Dylan said, sliding his lips down her body. “I’m going to suck all the cream out of you until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
She gasped. “I’m begging now.”
“Oh, no.” He smiled at her from between her legs. “You haven’t even begun to beg.” Then he began to slowly torture her with his fingers and tongue. “You’re so juicy, so pretty. You taste just like raspberries.”
Allison moaned, wiggling against his face.
“So wet for me. So fucking wet.” He plunged into her with two fingers while he licked her clit.
Sparks sizzled over her skin as he worked her with h
is mouth. That oh, so talented mouth. He swirled his tongue over her folds, closed his lips on her clit, and sucked gently. The climax hit her full force.
“Yes, Dylan, yes. Just like that, baby. You’re so damn good at eating pussy. But I need your cock now. Fuck me. Fuck me with your hard cock. Please.”
He lifted his head and smiled, his full lips glistening with her juices. “Not yet.”
“Oh, damn,” Alli said as he lowered his head and sucked her swollen flesh into his mouth again. She pressed into his face, grinding and pushing. “Fuck me with your tongue, Dylan. Yeah, just like that. Lick me. Eat me.”
“Mmm. All night, honey.”
The breath of his words against her clit catapulted her over the edge again. Alli lost track of how many times he brought her to orgasm. Her body was alive in sensation, yet so spent she felt like she was sinking into the mattress. “Dylan…” She panted as he stroked the inner walls of her pussy with his fingers, bringing her down from her last climax. “You have to fuck me now. I can’t take it anymore. Please, damn it. Please!”
When her spasms slowed, Dylan removed his fingers and climbed forward. “I can’t wait to sink into that hot cream.” He reached out and rattled in the night stand drawer.
“What are you doing?” Alli asked.
“Condom.”
“I’m on the pill.” She wiggled underneath him, trying to bring him closer. “And I’m clean.”
“Me too. I promise. God, to be inside you, without a barrier.” He groaned. “I can’t even imagine it.”
“You don’t have to. Just do it. Now.”
He stabbed her with one swift stroke. “Ah, honey.” He held still for a few seconds. “That’s so good. What a tight little pussy you have.”
Her sex was taut and sensitive from all the orgasms, and his big cock gave her a sense of completeness she had never felt before. “Fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me.”
“Yeah, honey, yeah. I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you all night long.”
He thrust slowly at first, and then faster, her whole body throbbing in time with his strokes. She grabbed his ass, pulling him into her as he plunged. With each succulent thrust, his wiry public hair rubbed against her clit. He crushed his lips to hers, kissing her senseless as she rolled toward the peak again.
