Dirty Laundry

by Rhys Ford

  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.”

  Chapter 17

  HIS 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.

  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.